Lloyd Banks - Sooner or Later (Die 1 Day) - Explicit Version lyrics

[Intro] Yeah!... I hear you... And Ima make you shut the f** up! [Chorus] Yeah they see me movin They gon need to stop drop Off the face of earth but Ima make it pop hot These n***as are not not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect baby I just hope times on my side I've been tryin all my life Every block someones dyin Always high heres our life Come inside [Verse 1] Energies my ammunition Like AK shells So think about that when you plan on dissin Go straight to hell Bred to be ballin since a baby kickin I had the smell (sniffs) Brand new money ladies sniffin They take a L I take a sh** on rappers horse worth Can't die must conquer the world first Like a monster to media On my beautiful girls search High and low I am no thing u tamper wit Made the plan you should cancel it Make examples I trample sh** Drop you here I am cancerous Answer this, who can handle this? Scandalous I dismantles these ants and piss on a trucer You think I seen the future How I wam crip recruper Fire hand Wam became a brand new man Big producer ugh Gift from heaven Livin legend and I come from queens Robbin leggin 3-5-7 in my f**in' jeans Sufferin and f**in' up schemes Twin Bentleys Matchin beamers on a couple beams Try my sentenc-in [Chorus] [Verse 2] Murdered half of yall on my mixtapes Come rap up in my wrath Now I'm laughin look at ya rib cage Ya a** been in a slump Come blastin I lend ya b**h face Success is wut they want Tongue lashin'll get ya sh** sprayed Have it how you want Blood bath I'm as sharp as switchblade You'll be smilin for life Love flashin I got the sh** made Forget where I'm at now I pa**ed em around the 6th grade Pa**ion for my profession outlast anyone you could name Hood fame got me ridin in wood grain Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn They know I'm cooked Cain Took aim rappin would bang I could change But this sport ain't a good game I'm strappin sir Back seat in the pa**enger Semi-auto ma**acre Shoppin while I laugh at ya Rappers feed my appetite Metaphors will tackle ya These n***as ain't half as nice Playboy in my afterlife Real n***a wit cash and ice Drop the bread pa** the dice Hope I crack twice [Chorus]