Lloyd Banks - Goodbye lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] P.L. Motherf**ing K Footsteps like torpedoes when I come to play Ghetto hero if you free load get the f** away, hey I dream about them C notes every f**ing day Feelings number than Pacino when he cut the yay Cut the sh** n***a, 2k nino neener' tucked away Smoking gema me and Tina leaning as she hides In the Plaza parking Lot I bust her a** & slide I tapped the 'o I spark a lot it helps relax my vibe Still ain't giving my heart to no b**h; I owe all that to pride South side, home of the hardest sh** hitting, my eyes wide Crumble is what you get slipping Dear hater, I won't stop until you love me Get this motherf**ing money pop bubbley' and do my dougie' These snakes want stub me so the snub be under the rugby Blue nose with the flows watch how you Love me Lately I've been popping so I'm always popping up Land in ATL pelle pell' honey hopping yup Purple weed choppa' trunk its hot out so we parking up Call my n***a Shaka know he got some birds that I could bump [Hook] It's more women more pride that's where I'm coming from Riding 'til we die, back with another one Know that when we die I'm back til my number come I gotta get mine, try to stop me or let me goodbye Goodbye, goodbye You had ya fun now I'm waving goodbye ah' ah' Middle fingers rose to my foes Now let's get high [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh' I Hope this fire gets to 'Pac, gets to BIG n***as tryna' say he change wish I did If I did I wouldn't be going through what I'm going through Yet know when I pop when no one knew Get over the fact I'm over you The more spins on radio, the more fel**tio My watch pop crazy yo' it's like the Macy's show I got the burgundy brick in that basement flow My mind's going a thousand miles-an-hour, sour makes it slow Bring nine styles and I will out-shine them all with mine; whoa My bright sounds kinda retarded this I like more Fake n***as don't real ones, you doing bad you don't get hate You do do good it will come; a 'lil twist of karma [Hook] It's more women more pride that's where I'm coming from Riding 'til we die, back with another one Know that when we die I'm back til my number come I gotta get mine, try to stop me or let me goodbye Goodbye, goodbye You had ya fun now I'm waving goodbye ah' ah' Middle fingers rose to my foes Now let's get high