I Am Legend

Lloyd Banks

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    Back With a vengence, minus the big pendants
    So they think my head big - but i got the same co-defendants
    Rap is like tennis, Why? I'll punch you back and forth;
    My ratchet's my racket - that'll back em off

    Off with hater head, bury em still breathing;
    6 feet in his own borough for no reason
    Now thats it freezing, I figure I'll put the coups up;
    Get two trucks, wit smokey grey and blue guts, a few bucks, will get you bucked, betta juice up;
    Or ride around wit the roof, up cause if not,
    We'll snatch you right outta there - get outta of here

    Marks on your outer layer;
    I'll lay ya down, plus im bout it player - I get where im going without a favor
    Without poltics; tricks a free pass, i need cash, in the seats fast
    But me, I got to eat - I am a don - wipe my feet;

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    I don't know what song it is, but i have always liked the beat,
    So therefore - it's mine to eat, eat my lambo dust,
    niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust, till its a slammer in them cuffs
    I Am Legend;
    I make mixtape heaven - ya peasent, you dont wanna be the 187, ya done

    I break bread in the slums, summer to winter I come;
    The switch siders wont work - I tell em get it from them
    The nemisis of this;
    Your belated christmas gift, they hatin' dont get the Crys;
    Paper wont get you this
    Fake niggas slit ya wrist, My balance is ridiculous
    These old niggas frivolous; you cant be serious
    they all on they periods;
    might as well make em bleed all over they tight clothing
    I pop shit got, got metal for chest;

    Just like Logan - Boom - lyric explosion
    They can play the club all the time - nobody knows them
    Me on the other hand, three seprate law suites are open
    Ya smokin nigga, new york city aint jokin
    My flow potent - im stronger than a pure block
    Warlock, attitude like 'Im the one - your not'
    1964 drop, 1982 boy, 2000 and 9 style; you outta the blind now

    The best what? over my gold casket; fatherless child bastard
    if there is a requirement test then, i passed it, with flying colors;
    My flying spur damn there all rim - no rubber, im in
    take cover i been, were many wont go, you wont blow,
    I toured the world, Im going back - also
    Middle finger po po, the punks behind the patch; watch ya back
    dont eat cheese chunks; im not a rat
    keep pumps and nines back, or get linebacked;
    Flat line, line em up - we ballin and diamond up
    Im all in and out a slut, nigga get ya dollas up;
    Ya proud of what? Nigga you pouted up

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