Lloyd Banks - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

Three Sixty-Five, I'm four five sixing To out pole Richmond, my sound so different I'm Dow Jones dipping, round crown whipping Dirty south system riding through your system 450 engine I'm here to bring them M's Word to my emblem the top dog in some I got to have it in the worse ways Seen through haters since the first grade, learn how to surf waves Around here they coming like tsunamis They all by me that's why I keep the thing by me Green Maserati with the Hercules body, they want your boy locked like Gotti Shawty don't want me she wants what I can give her 10 bedrooms, swimming pool, and a river She'd have all three if I was a weak n***a But unfortunately for you, I'm blue Call me what you want but don't call me for sh** I'm slinging, hard dick all you can get my phone ringing Which you ain't the only chick, my stones blinging I'm riding the cromey whip I don't string em' Along that's when sh** go wrong Clap her all night long she'll be schizo gone You know in the mind not the physical form Yeah I'm single but not the indivual form I got to mingle, f** having handcuffs on I ain't into to banging I ain't marital sworn I ain't stack up all this bread to have it withdrawn Get the chick, get the uh, get the math, I'm gone Makes no sense to commit with what I knew would past I like my chicks like my cars, new and fast You can't pawn fake j**elry review the cash I spent more than what they get on you on gas Airbags I could f** around and crash Totaled the V walk out without a scratch I got a style that's like slick without his patch Pops is loud , gater with the platinum latch Black and wild, don't know how to act They back you down so watch what all your violent rap I leave the club with a 25 thousand stack and it rain where the public housing at If you see me it was probably in and out the stores In the F700 with the open doors I ain't a come up I come and go bro, I ain't regular n***a, I run the show Get back don't push don't crowd em' They love to talk about it when you hit rock bottom They want a problem, but I know how to solve em Slip a rope around they throat watch em' choke like Saddam Hussein, you lames better take it easy before I push the red bu*ton put you s**as on TV Gotta feed mama she like to wear Prada, and she won't fly commercial so I'm paying for charter You see a shotta if you touch one dollar I love my nina so much I wrote a song about her Rolling up that white widow marijuana It looks I dropped it in a bag of baby powder Censorship can't censor me it made me louder Gun shots don't stop me they bring me power Man they talking sour till you put 'em in the shower Make it rain lead on 'em every other hour Aye Flex, do I look scared (Scured) I know the Alphabet that's just another word Banks ain't biased everybody gets served And my ears ain't broken everybody gets heard Big trapper little trapper really don't matter Grammy winning artist or a silly broke rapper Gun packer I ain't worried bout a jacker What you think I got a firecracker? These little boys silly, bow to a woolly Man they me in my city like Philly love Beanie Bring the mac-milly, cause they wanna grill me And they still home, hanging off they mamma titty Trend setter from my hat to my sweater I switch whips according to the weather Banks ain't a cuffer, I clap it then forget her Let her find somebody that'll treat her better M.O.B. forever