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letra de i'm back - another 70 bars - lloyd banks

30 deep or on own your still a victim
5 n-ggas with me and then we goin jena 6 em
next time don’t speak without permission
you know you’re not livin’ like you’re on television
tell ’em why you mad at me
cause your break’s gone had to be
that to me is a allergy
look at my neck that’s a salary
and it don’t take a battery to turn you into a casualty
don’t take a astron out the squeeze
leave a new york weather for a tropic breeze
he’s all about g’s, g’s turn to m’s, m’s turn to v’s
v’s turn corners into p’s
please you see me hurt, it ain’t a question
kicks all on that n-gga, david beckham
punchline overflow over the limit in the rover low
it move better over snow
i’ll make it reign so long that my shoulder go
only 25 but them ply like i’m older though
n-gga, who you think they imitate?
nothin but food on my dinner plate
watch how i demonstrate
i’m still ridin’ dirty though, glocks on the interstate
roll down the window let the audi a8 ventilate
don’t go bring the drama on the hymn
you’ll get knock off like obama if he wins
my skins is like the bottom of my timbs
alligator print when i walk i limp
you n-ggas is playin fire in the dark
don’t play with gang green you’ll lose a part
a toe, a couple, a foot, a f-ckin leg, arm, a head, all over what the f-cker said
cool & calm, i’m palm, nothin’ but the bread, oops, a lying, the lime with something red
da toughest, da flyest, da coolest
no “yes man” around here just shooters
look i’m unit til’ i die
it travel through my veins til’ my blood runs dry
if a n-gga did somethin he can’t look you in the eye
he must got a chip give him a cookie on the side
get high if you with me though
yea my 4’s are 54’s
you can’t see me on your tippie toes
i’m shinin’ dinin’ lighter than a hippie’s clothes
i dream at ya lands, i gotta to get me those
i got platinum hands and i’m picky so
don’t step to me with your titties low
i’m saggin’ cause i’m movin’ with the magnum
i do it for murda they threw 25 at him
i do it for seth he took 20 more than that
a matter fact for my n-ggas that’s never comin back
i’m north always and i’m fly like photo day
old head i don’t show no gray
i ain’t puttin’ up sh-t let the promoter pay
if not kids drop on their shoulder blades
it’s the end of waiting you’ve been having
but i’ve been having my own that’s why i’ve been dragging
on my road to the riches the custom made 6’s
same bar strippers and my hotel slippers
dom pérignon and more sippas
friends, cousins, i even bone sisters
on christmas sh-t it was part of her wishlist
i act no hard to live with
loyalty is goin extinct
these lil’ half-brain n-ggas don’t know how to think
i think ain’t slowin’ down my weed boy at the sink
my eyes match with the light, light go with the mink

- lloyd banks

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