Lloyd Banks - Still Dre Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] You can't be sane to be testin' me You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe I got four bars hotter than your "S"'s be And I don't wanna hear your tape unless it's me I'm like guns I smoke - excessively To see me - you little more effort, b I love money it'll probably be the d**h of me And I don't need ya'll to ball, like a referee You ain't impressin' me.. Dont stand next to me One hit will have you buggin' like ecstasy Don't be mad if the one that b**h sweats is me Cause she ain't ya b**h if she having s** with me! (WHAT?) Come on, b Who the f** you tryna fool us? I'll leave you with more bumps than a school bus It's gon take the Riot squad to move us Yeah, ya n***as got guns but do you bust? I'm too much - I'm a tell the truth, you s** Motha-f** cla**y , gimme two s*uts... And a few cups Hurry up, Fill 'em up! You n***as for real or what? Hustlers - we deal 'em up, You... couldn't k** a duck! I'm the type to make it hot when you chillin', what? My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck Hop out! Beat 'em down! Hop in! Flee the town! Now-a-days you need a pound All you ain't gonna be around Stop tryin' to be me, clown - You want the blood to drip? Twenty four hours, I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip And ya b**h love the dick - Now I'm tryna smother it Playa, why'nchu cum in it? - She don't want to cover it Yeah, I'm on that gutter tip! f** around and s*ut a chick See me in that bu*ter kit, followed by another whip Everybody rappin' now - I'm 'bout to let my mother spit Brother spit - n***as tellin' on some undercover sh** Team got a lot of dough - You ain't gettin' none of it! He blew? I gotta blow. - Flow got the sun in it! Number 1-stunna sh** - Gun gotta thunder kit! I know you ain't come to flip - You know who I'm runnin' with? All-Stars n***a..