DJ KAYSLAY & GREG STREET - The Rush lyrics

(feat. Lloyd Banks)

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

New York City stand up!!! The punchline kid is back!!!

Blue Heffner AKA Gang Green AKA New Diamonds AKA Lloyd Banks!!!

And I'm here with my motherfuckin homey Kayslay The Drama King!!!

Gang Green season begins, now!!!

Nah, nah I don't do all that talkin man

It's, It's one way or the other

Your comin or your gonna watch another bitch leave with me

You know that's, the way the shit go, heh heh

I'm a fuckin rap star, heh heh

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Fresh off the plane I jets off in the range

First class seats but the sweats costin the same

The rap game will bring stress, fortune and fame

And slow drive by's like when they aired out Kane

I'm like a S55 little clear out chain

They body me they body you and they will be out prayin

My only wish to find you, catch you, lay yo' ass in a stretcher

Bet ya, get ya, ass out the hood

All I got is rap, for that, I spazz out for good

That's my income, it keeps me in pads in Hollywood

I'm hardly home, when I leave the club the party gone

And I'm pissy of the Petrom tryin to get ma home

My name Banks baby, I'm top rank lady

I gotta go grab ya coat bitch you ain't crazy

I skeet off damn near rushin and bend her over somethin

And I'm pumpin, the volumes to the max and I'm frontin

All of a sudden she come down on the humble for a feel

And I'm driftin in alot of lanes fumblin the wheel

A couple of miles later I'll be comin on a grill

Then it's back to the hotel to chill, ma I give you the rush

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Damn ma, your little outfit got my third head high, and I need you to understand

I ain't really got alot of time, bitch you out ya mind

It's me, damn love, don't you wanna get up out the handcuffs

I ain't 'gon love you like your man does

I ain't really got alot of time, bitch you out ya mind

[Outro: DJ KaySlay]

The Champions!!!