Freestyle (Tim Westwood)

Lloyd Banks

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    [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?

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    [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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