Lloyd Banks - Breath (Freestyle) lyrics

Your boy sick So move or the germ might touch ya I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher When I teach you how to rap fam I'm in that black and My ear-rings are Canaries the size of Pacman Who gives a f** if you sour boy Cuz my doors got the windows from the 24-Hour store I'm on the verge of flippin Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the boy drippin Me and 50 like Michael and Pippin Ryu or Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em' I had to lead society, mainly wit my system Run and put em' in the trunk, like a kidnapper victim I pop up till there pushin me harder My a**ociates got interior motives like bush and his father I figure, I rather play wit these lames before i pa** Build a ball-court, go buy Bentleys to go to crash I'm headed towards my prime Wit metaphors and lines And I compliment my momma wit pedicures and wine I'm line for line, the rap Einstein Pound for pound Tyson a.k.a Icing Left it for the record I ain't sleepin for a second So even if im naked theres tool under the pillow I'm ballin so the view of the pool is from the window I'ma smoker, so believe were the n***as wit the Indo An angels nightmare, freddy kruegar to a bimbo A dead beat to ur daughter I'll f** her and won't support her I'm mashing on the pedal Smile from ear to ear Middle finger in the air Hopin I catch her eye Keep rydin behind your tints f** n***as don't know no better They'll rob you for the rhinestones in your pimp cup They goin off what we say n***as is runnin over my bars, faster than Jamaicans in a relay I'm blowin the Kush, driving lazy in the lane Yelling money ain't a thang Like Jay-Z and Jermaine And ill leave you on a chain Like Brady wit the aim I'm the same Whether the Mercedes or the train And I may be on a plane By the end of the night But it's aight Tho, I might go I'm rich off a Mic Hoe My stamina's low X-Rated is my type so I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom Upstairs, nuts smeared all over your Sasoon Ya im on that fly sh** That Southside sh** That I'ma sit on at least ten million before i die sh** I'm from the block where the heafers be To doing shows out in Kingston when they rocking where your peppers see And being gangsta ain't enough A lil' n***a that's stuntin will put a k**a in a box like Chucky CHEAH!