Lloyd Banks - Hand Days / Rip lyrics

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Uh! Kh, k-hm! {DAMN!} People! (people...) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Haha! This is real sh**... (real sh**...) Ugh! Are you a real n***a or real b**h? (real b**h...) Ugh! (haha!) Feel this! {DAMN!} [Verse:] You wonder why my days hard? (why?) I spent my mornin' at the graveyard. (uh!) crawled into this world gone walk away scared. Tattoos on my past views I was told cash rules (haha!) get yours that smooth Mash through! (whoo!) - I wasn't talk I comin' at you Bred from a Puerto Rican lady and a black dude. And that dude - is why I'm me (yeah!) Responsible (haha!) for every smile I see. (yeah!) {AMMO!} Hue told me since a child I'd be (yeah!) More than a regular boy and tha boy was he. (yeah!) Right as ever I'm smart! I'm clever! (uh!) He's good! (uh!) I'm better! (uh!) I'm hood - forever! (forever!) [kids ovation] My treasure value beyond measure I stand out ain't gotta be all extra. (extra!) Bank$ - the one you look small next to Just like webster, run I'll catch ya! [gunshot] If I ain't have all the money I'd ask betchya! f** it! - Listen let all the water out your bucket. Furs and Specs when I flex, My swag, and steps extremely complex. (yes) And ya'll just pecs you can't be the don next The weight of that torch feels like arm reps. (reps!) And I done heard it all now I'm gone bomb next And f** all you n***as and don't take it outta context. (context!) {Whoooo!} You gotta love a n***a loyal When sh** f**ed up he there for you. Now it's time to turn the heat up till it boil And all you - a G (haha!) from the Sac to the soil! [gunshot] {DAMN!}