Lloyd Banks - Homicide lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Homicide lyrics

What kind of n***a run his yap with no gat (you) Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you) Then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you) Comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax What kind of n***a hits the precinct b**hin (you) Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you) When they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you) And if you talk 'bout us guess who they stickin' (you) Look I could spot a fraud so don't try and bluff me Trust me We run New York longer than Puffy These rap n***as pretend that they like me Until they bent out they cycle My words touch the kids like Michael n***as don't understand 'till we be on they vest pa** Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash We got the wratchets tucked I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter, n***as Had to put the plastic up I'm blowin bubble gum dro And you a bum on the road The type of n***a you pay to shovel your snow Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel Cause the cannon will Take your legs right from under you like bannana peel Look at my hand on chill The wheel won't stay still Your boys smoother than the OJ k** For real The Queens know I'm a problem As well as the Bronx, BK, Long, Staten Island and Harlem I blew the game open Came a long way from the train smokin A n***a switchin' in ya lane smoke him I keep them lames hopin' The dames wishin' My chain glisten High as hell so I ain't got to feel the plane twistin' Drunk off the Louey 3 A n***a violate me You get a gooey tee Word to Huey P You can't go cop chinchilla With thin scrilla And I ain't just get hot n***a I been iller We ain't the same either don't try to play or push me Difference is I make p**y pay you pay for p**y Now you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger I'll put a patch on your eye like a pirate n***a I'm in a cla** of my own Got model a** on my phone No problem pa**in 'em on They swallow fast and I'm gone B-A-N-K- dollar sign click clack The young gorilla out the cliques back Yeah, theres alot of foul sh** going on 'round here Keep ya guards up cause n***as ain't playin fair But if you scared of a collision n***a run and hide Cause if the gunnas ride It'll be a hom-i-cide Yeah I'm so sorry ha ha The Hunger For More May 25th The wait is over, f*ck all you n***as

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