Lloyd Banks - Where the Dope At lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Where the Dope At lyrics

To the evil he shows no mercy, NO! To the deceitful his blows are swift, YES! But, to the pure in heart he is love, love brothers and sisters! He is our leader! [50 Cent] Money buys dignity n***a! Poverty's a crime! Follow me! If you gon' follow somebody, follow me… [Chorus - 50 Cent] Im in the hood, n***as don't see me, I be so low key I'm where the dope at! I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah! Test me I shoot a n***a head, yeah! Listen n***as don't come round me They done heard bout me I'm where the dope at! I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah! Test me I shoot a n***a head, yeah! [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] sh** is different now a n***a rich, I will get a n***a hit You f** with me, I get you k**ed, you think I won't, I think I will I blow a mil and get it back, yeah, n***a to beef with me you need a strap, yeah Matter fact you gon' need more than that, the shotty pop, the buck'll spray spray you Your closest friend'll to you and tell you "get the f** away" You talk to me you watch your tone, n***a you cross the line and you're on your own [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] Bullet bounce attire, pistol buyer, frequent fire No surrender, no retire, imma ball out till I'm tired (getting stacks n***a!) You like it buy it, if not then just keep it quiet Half the n***as you admire probly wired (you rat n***a!) Gasoline, fire barbeque at liar, buy a mansion just to chill and while they fly I'm getting higher Rolly drive, rosay drinker, think of don, think of me, you think of bread, lead, 100K arm [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Tony Yayo] I'm a king, emperor, these rap n***as irrelevant The Audemar is blacker than the president I catch money in the booth goddammit Sort of like Clark Kent in the Daily Planet Drop head, pop lead outta car These n***as better run like Usuan Bolt I drop a bag, you get showered by hollow steel Your mama tied up, tortured with a power drill

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