Lloyd Banks - Feed The Strip lyrics

[Verse One] Never going to be peace for the chosen I'm hearing voices, let machine noise lure me to it Don't like my choices, if I could I'd get ya To see the picture, you're sinking quicker You need me with ya, green chasing bikini ripper Victims every week, mr prezi suite Heavy desi heat, mixing in with cutthroat (?) Guess I was losing it to think I'm special, street brought me back I block the f** out on the world again, sh**ting all through the map Envy's k**ing happy, exactly why I walk alone Inside the character from young, still in the man when you're grown Home to the bravest living, no favoritism in this dangerous living n***as switch up every day, play your position This is only for the culture, the kush will keep my sh** on ultra Helping the bums with hurling, like I'm supposed to Close to rolling everybody over, feel like I'm coasting Shooting the breeze in, you n***as stuck in slow motion [Hook] The streets'll take you any day, they don't love you Young man, no plan, caught up in the struggle f** 'em, they don't understand I ain't thinking of you Keep your sh**, it's so many ways to get the trouble Feed The Strip Today I'm cold as ever, revenge took a hold of me And wants me do 'em better, problem of my era Everybody chasing the peace, put it together [Verse Two] Yo, my mind hit millions on, it made me major, 80's neighbor Make a deal with me in time, don't like me now, hate me later You got a too shady nature, screwfacing ain't ya I'm blue, raising paper, too much for all ya throw me a few names I break 'em I know the BS wants my company All these fake n***as amongst me Lucky me to have support I guess, embrace that comfy You got a destiny in hell, trey shells and LOLs State bells, I'm international, that grind takes twelve Designer lines, great shelves, a box of Dom ? I sold for every one of us, slow down and humble yourself I visioned triumph near, clips of bottle glear, this the tyrant, yeah Fire stare, rip through riot gear, grip new iron here Glowing out my writing chair, went all way out my mind first I hope a traitor dies a thousand d**hs and every times worse I miss my people, time hurts, I see you smiling at my concerts Still making n***as rewind, eye on the work [Hook] The streets'll take you any day, they don't love you Young man, no plan, caught up in the struggle f** 'em, they don't understand I ain't thinking of you Keep your sh**, it's so many ways to get the trouble Feed The Strip Today I'm cold as ever, revenge took a hold of me And wants me do 'em better, problem of my era Everybody's chasing the peace, put it together