araabMUZIK - Angel Dust lyrics

[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Feel the rush from this dust n***a this corner's us (that's why nobody f**s with you) f** the cops and their cuffs In the ruger we trust (and ain't no man above the crew) Im countin' This dough before and after these shows (Thats what im accustomed to) You follow the codes or they take you down in the hole (the only one they should trust is you) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Aye! Mind you f**ing business Don't get poked poking your nose in I'm blowing up, rock's illuminate From my explosion Im the sho-gun! Sho nuff s** a clip bow down to no one! You know us, So Cut the sh** I'll cut yo penny pinchin' lifespan No sleep losing anotha henny sippin night fam So Keep it movin, diamonds blinding mr. iceman He reach Aruba Make a movie out this nice lamb Hannibal movements I Ha Ha Harr I'll let the drummer do a number on you Horrible photo how the flow go make the homi's jump Another title for stripping equip Gennady's punch Crush the competition how im hittin like a shotty dump Thank you's comin' low haters hollerin that's consistency Waste of argument, paper following cracking history Timing prominent now im bombing sh** back convincingly Every ? Gone miserable, terrifying mystery, uh [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Feel the rush from this dust n***a this corner's us (that's why nobody f**s with you) f** the cops and their cuffs In the ruger we trust (and ain't no man above the crew) Im countin' This dough before and after they chose (Thats what im accustomed to) You follow the codes or they take you down in the hole (the only one they should trust is you) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh Tell em bout' the exit my turns a drop for leverage feelings hangin built and stayin' alive they claiming not connected My Tippin' hand is excellent bout 70 rhymes per record and my wordplay can be magic heavenly styles you should mess with I got k**as on the lay low, they peel ya if i say so Certified sicko's, wit charges like diego The f** wit all that he say, mind ya own name on the pay roll Take sh** over more than able golden cables hold the charm Coppers got his plan to cage you gave you days to spend alarmed Gift in the one man army i put this tape out on the arm Ran all out of favors came up poppin loft n gators, 19 shot right up there with the greatest I been talkin' to my og and he told me break ya neck, i serve up any n***a spittin now who wanna take that bet? I got 200 on the dash another hundred on baguettes We already got the money now we comin' for respect n***a [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Feel the rush from this dust n***a this corner's us (that's why nobody f**s with you) f** the cops and their cuffs In the ruger we trust (and ain't no man above the crew) Im countin' This dough before and after they chose (Thats what im accustomed to) You follow the codes or they take you down in the hole (the only one they should trust is you)