Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Freestyle (Tim Westwood) lyrics

(feat. Young Buc)

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

Oh shit this is sick right here

[Young Buck: talking]

Yeah you feelin that? Lloyd Banks alright then

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Young Buck: talking]

Aiyo Banks

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

Yeah whats up?

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

Got me a bird and didn't look back

I learned how to cook crack

Its on

Back then we had beepers with big ass cell phones

Postin up with the fiends I used to dress like them

(Why?) So when the police came I looked just like them

I sell my dimes for five and my twentys for ten

I never gave they ass credit but they came again

Can't let 'em catch me so Buck used to run from 'em

Man I said forget it cuz Buck got bar money

Quarters went to ounces and ounces went to keys

Girls used to drop me off now they drop to they knees (damn)

Feel good to grip the wood and watch ya homie shine to

Cause ballin by yourself'll make a hater come find you

I know the streets feel me the projects in Scattersights

People who done really copped the brick and hustled all night

Ask me why I'm thuggin I tell you cause its in me

Police ain't stoppin nothing if you want me come and get me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

I'm flyin out the country ain't no tellin when I'm gon be back

To be honest half of these artists never gon see that (Nah man)

I keep my bad habits away from where I'm gon eat at

Before I sit up for a bitch I'll loose one knee cap (yeah)

I paid a visit to father time but he flung me back

Shocked that we reasonable know 'em by all the guns we pack

Live for the dollar and gratefull for every one we stack

Mind of a man with no sleep my thoughts brung feedback

But don't scheme at the rocks on hand

Before ya mama sees her seed in the bag like popcorn man

The Rug's greased up its not gon jam

If I squeeze off the block gon scram

Bull eggs is all I had man

A replica of my senior you'll remember me

My grandfather still smokin weed and hes seventy

My blood rushing off this Hennessey

I'm walkin out the door with a felony

Check, check out my melody

[Young Buck: talking]

yeah

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

G Unit [x6]

[Young Buck: talking]

Ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it

We thuggin in public ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it

Tim Westwood thuggin in public yeah

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

GGGGGG G Unit yeah!

[Young Buck: talking]

Ai man, It's real big man matter of fact, let some gun shots go!

If you got some man

[Lloyd Banks: talking]

Let me get a AR or something

[Young Buck: talking]

Drop some more bombs

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