Lloyd Banks - Big Voice, Bigger City lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Big Voice, Bigger City lyrics

[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr.] The Negro ma**es all over began to re-evaluate themselves And the Negro came to feel that he was somebody... His religion revealed to him that God loved all of his children! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh, I pray to him jealous cause he watching over them I don't pretend, wishing they lose, hoping I win Took my fitted cause I'm driving with no top Hotter than a motherf**er riding with my Glock Knock-knock, who is it? A hollow tip visit You talk it if you live it, if not get delivered n***as hearts going frigid, there's no remorse n***a, I'd be the last one to give it hit your a** off you pivot Then you pa** on the syrup, and welcome the chronic They wondering where the real rap well I'm helping them find it Blinded, criminal minded in poverty binded ? just to be where I come from - rewind it your dumb son Stuck on slow, sit they'll you to sleep These motherf**ers know the walls is playing for keeps The wounded lay on the street, the goons is playing for keeps Be rude to say it at least, we wanna piece, n***a [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You ain't gotta like me but you feel me If you riding with that milli Big voice, bigger city You silly if you looking round for pitty But we grimey and gritty Big voice, bigger city Stunting so these n***as want to k** me Ain't a damn thing pretty Big voice, bigger city You ain't gotta like me but you hear me Dead broke or big willie Big voice, bigger city [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Money don't make it easy, money make it harder Get smart you can get it, but it don't make you smarter The music stop moving, I'm a make them love a car or On contrary to whatever you heard I am harder Lyrically revolver, metaphoric father Heading for the dust so I'm an incredible rider An a bit of ?, meet Britney and Tanya No breakfast in bed just the Ganja I kinda miss the days, when we honored honor Loyalty cause karma can be a baby mama I been a G since ? maybe longer Ain't no pictures of me, I bring you the drama Llama on your bottom dollar no pain no holler Leave the scene no cops, no collar I'm a beast, the sickest sh** spitting on the East How I know? Walk around listen to the street n***a [Hook]

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