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letra de money crime *** - lloyd banks

[verse 1]
cheffing up continuous rapper raps in my melting pot
injuries consecutive, snapping necks ’cause i’m felt a lot
mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot
bread in the box is hot with no car swaps
we were dealt the block i’m rollin
this emcee’s chosen, your end piece open
always cooking, look at the benz he’s smokin’
cement we toting
broken from foul disappointment since youth
our only choice is fix truth
listen, my voice will hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth
birds in ya movement soon as you pull a few coupes
turn to snotty, your stuck-up tight is group loose
a shotty to your deuce deuce
back on my worse behavior, the don who raised ya
hoping a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater
somebody quote me, i’ll be back for the trophy, beyond creative
none of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive
been all your life you witness something this cool [?]
if i get the black and foul reaction
you’re boring really, the crowds relaxin’

[chorus]
counted a n-gg- out, but you f-cked up and got a survivor
it takes a check to go to war, let’s take it dollar for dollar
we strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
giant in the game of little n-gg-s, watch me f-cking tower
money, crime and s-x, time to stretch on a private jet
hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
stumbling out the jex, headed to the tops what i expect
put that on the set, stomp compet-tion for rec
[verse 2]
here’s your overdose of reality
the ghetto made me sharp, carve my anatomy
gem star to your writing arm, what a tragedy
stronger, i get the break from these demons harder
they grabbing me, battle ’em with the powers to be
bomb in the traffic free, terrorize your rap entry
sing along with catastrophe, n-gg-s never been half of me
i split apart they lacking g, hoopties outta my f-cking lane
wanted timer designer his buckle frames
not many can hang, maybe a couple names
pencil me [?] clarity, check my knuckle game
bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain
cancerous critics done tampered with it, no f-cks remain
f-ck ’em all with a p-ssion, i’m cl-ssic cd deluxe and frame, i’m living
my flow is like a x6 with the kid and the world in my palms
two decades too long, juggling women
got stones jumping in rhythm
ice package, my wrist rocky
spotlight in my ear chaing hitting like big papi

- lloyd banks

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