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letra de my way or nothing - lloyd banks

[intro: lloyd banks & dj whoo kid]
all by myself i riii-iii-iiide (bring it back)
all by myself i riii-iii-iiide (let’s go)
i don’t need n-body by my siii-iii-iiide (n-body at all)
surviving on my liii-iii-iiie (that’s me)
now i gotta make it riii-iii-iiight (yo happy birthday! lloyd banks!)

[verse 1 – lloyd banks]
bad luck and a gift, where i’ma go with this?
to the top, i ain’t dyin’, another no one miss
so i’m puttin’ in time, overshift
got too many problems for this sober sh-t
we all gettin’ older quick
you roll with me, you hol’ the clip
keep your movin’, militant, you won’t get hit
victim to a open strip
love the purp, need a open trip
g-5 layin’ to a smokin’ whip, chain like the old slick rick
new label movie makin’ and i’m usually able
give you the g to make a dime, actin’ bougie, pay you
i had the shine since a movin’ cradle
i’m glowin’
the rap owens, and i’m goin’ where they bill throwin’
i dust ’em, nuttin’ but heels showin’; i’m outtie
a trail o’ smoke behind me, bet it make ’em talk about me
f-ck a percentage, give me mine up front
i k!ll the pain with the liquor, clear up my mind with the blunt
what up!

[hook]
these n-gg-s bluffin’, spine made o’ stuffin’
we don’t follow order well ’round here
my way or nothing
not here to just be but gunnin’ for something
let my clock stop before the time you n-gg-s comin’
i’m not what you used to, i’m unusual
that alone’ll make you mad, that the jewels do
who confused you? don’t make us move you
don’t play around with my crew, we the new rule

[verse 2 – uncle murda]
that’s word to that brick in my crib
if it’s beef, i catch you slippin’, you’re dead
i don’t care if your wit’ your kid
if you ain’t got no beef, go start some
beef let you know who in your crew got heart, son
in my hood n-gg-s baby momma’s be vexed
when they hear they man be beefin’ with me, what you expect?
them chicks know i’m way mo’ harder
and now they kids is growin’ up without they father
let the boogie man tell ya, murda a monster
i’ve been bussin’ my gun since n-gg-s was playing contra
and i was just a lil’ lil’ boy when my momma died
i be thinkin’ ’bout the good ol’ days when i’m gettin’ high
i’m the black george bush o’ this war sh-t
he beefin’ for more oil, i’m beefin’ for more bricks (where that wrong?)
you better hope you get a chance to bang, yo
i’ma shoot you in your face till i run outta ammo

[verse 3 – lloyd banks]
(uh)
southside to the soul, i eat, sleep that
never really left, so i ain’t gotta bring the heat back
swammie on deck-o, put the pedal on the petrol
and the pieces all plastic, heavy metal on my neck though
lil’ sh-t comes, just hangin’, i had to let go
gotta make my future look bright, view on baguette flow
and you’re a step slow, don’t make me step on ya
ten prints, consecutive, push out the last breath in ya
no pulse left in ya, i’m livin’ to the max
live my life tryin’ to get here — d-mned if i’m goin’ back
in the day never thought i’d get away, bodies drop
y’all pray, don’t know another way — hey!
coppers got us on display
probably do anything for dollars and some yay
from farmers to the bay
a part of my pajamas is the trey, trust me
i put that on my momma, i don’t play

- lloyd banks

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