Lloyd Banks - Holy Water lyrics

You can have whatever you want You put your mind to it You had it hard in this world You deserve the finer sh** You your brothers keeper to the reaper And everything out the crew don't matter Ain't give a f** about you either Every year I need 300 Mountain of heads that have no imperfections And think their sh** smell like Hermes Your career shut off ain't have no legs Run your mouth now you beg Pardon my shoulder I can't vouch for the reg Catch me hundred dollar billing RIP to Chillen I gotta keep on winning Probably never gon get some sleep I'm forever spinning Revolver door when sinning we graduated from a torn beginning Kick hood slang to foreign women I was brought up on a different strip 3 of us and 1 mill we gon split this sh** Burning out wheels I hit my lick sh** They want our backs bleeding Whether whip or macs squeezing Turn the ghetto unbelievers murder all our black leaders And you jeopardise your freedom for a fresh designer season Cla**y restaurants when eating Ego don't get along with reason Son died this evening and his little one is teething He's in good arms this South side Jamacia jungle for 'em You can have whatever you want You put your mind to it You had it hard in this world You deserve the finer sh** You your brothers keeper to the reaper And everything out the crew don't matter Ain't give a f** about you either Angels in my sleep too sweet beg me to flee I'm thinking how can I be ready Heavy sh** on my mind this eve My talent helps me get to it that means a lot to me And copying is a form on flattery This many watching and see They want your paper thin so you can kick it all day with them Get major when your names engraved Within the book of Kings You got Judas ways jumping and your jealous It took some justice lil folks to busters Let's celebrate the crooks amongst us Ain't no love apparently I'm having visions Parrying my parasites I should have five mics for this one I climb heights with rhythm my minds twice my victim's Recline nights I'm picking I've nine types of b**hes I'm breathtaking give you blue face dollars to match it Word to my OG and my clue tapes I'm a go cla**ic Dawg I'm everywhere they screw face problem with plastic Destined to make it since my due date Momma's lil ba*tard You can have whatever you want You put your mind to it You had it hard in this world You deserve the finer sh** You your brothers keeper to the reaper And everything out the crew don't matter Ain't give a f** about you either Crushing down a gooey zip Raising underfitters get your screwy ripped Put on my Louie sh** bust a Uwe dip Boy who you confuse me with Bow and worship ground Duck an uzi clip You ain't gotta give me five shoot me it Live from the 718 Jamaica's gates surround that crooked Cold Corner nines on us to make us straight Ain't no fear here only faith Think all your want still can't prepare for homie sake Part of my grimy mistake I save my 16s on a crate 2015 on a split screen with the cape You are listening to a great I'm in grind mode your minds be blindfold Tell them you help me time you lie told Divide the guy code back off the plate Wait, there gotta be some more to this life Than dollar signs and ice and ghetto nights a roll of the dice Corny n***as in my audio vice Grimy brothers make the shortys go trife Can't be a have-not all of your life