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letra de holy matrimony - lloyd banks

[verse 1]
when yellow tape come out, n-ggas start telling
quite, boy, two, three-time felon
my feet yelling, “i came a long way”
trust n-gga, keep the flamer all day, hey!
let me introduce you to, a couple n-ggas that would shoot for blue
split your coup in two, i get all of them stuck, i got super glue
armored cars, and a gun from the future too
shorty i’m doing the same thing you could do
get off your ass, make the masses used to you
f-ck what you used to do, what you doing now
these young boys don’t play, man they’ll shoot you down
ain’t too much change, n-ggas still hating
talking about what they’re going do but i’m still waiting
from here on out it’s money-making
i need mine now, no time for debating

[hook]
maybe if i was no real, we’d be homies
but these n-ggas ain’t my kind
{you don’t want to owe me
it’s holy matrimony}
the world won’t change for you, when you’re holy
n-ggas get shot all the time
{don’t act like you know me
it brings holy matrimony}

[verse 2]
little ghetto boy, the government’s blind
it’s drama all winter, in the summer it climbs
i got it in my mind that it won’t decline
so i carry my nine n-ggas want this shine
i’ma give it to them out the trunk this time
all pure no cut, no punks in mine
know doe makes so i can function, i’m
about a bill, about a dime, now show them how to rhyme
i’m coming from a hard place, another day another car chase
where pretty boys turn to scarface, some giddy girls turn cokeheads
some even turn up missing, just another hoe dead
an infiltrator is a code red
i’m tired, n-ggas can’t catch me, you’re old as a pro-ked
another year that’s just more bread
i’m a loyal n-gga, i put that on my forehead

[verse 3]
i’d rather be rich and upset than f-cked up and happy
ball out until they pull the truck up and sn-tch me
four g’s, grimmey green gang general
n-ggas don’t get right, they get subliminal
reminds me of the same sh-t women do
your little fish don’t know the water he’s swing through
i got them miserable
and you know misery love company, you’re lame off princ-p-l
i’m having dreams of my dead homies
telling me to take back the sh-t they owe me
ayo, tony, these n-ggas sniffing something
thinking they’re bulletproof cause they’re lifting something
you’re wearing bogies in the first place
these are major league diamonds, you could see them from third base
another mill another court case
just trying to keep up with new york’s pace

- lloyd banks

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