Lloyd Banks - Headache & Heartbreak lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Headache & Heartbreak lyrics

[Intro] (Authentic) [Verse 1] Fool dumb as the last n***a that got at me Shot up with bags of D Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3 Turning my mileage in, the last time you're seeing me back for free Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically Honestly, can't nobody see me I'm in stealth form, champion Kept the belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for 'em I don't got the time to hate, let alone put the words together At-ing n***as and never get at 'em, this is purging weather Stack up on your surgeon cheddar You're rat and reptilian merged together Folks know the fire, penned in disturbing letter Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the road crumbling Opps don't got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering Here's the soundtrack for the riders, progress keeps the loads coming Dollars won't divide us, we're back to the gold thugging Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown 'em in stereo Wonder what took so long to spot 'em, these clowns took over years ago [Hook] Think so we're done, (?) lost my mind Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind Won't see no handouts, you were forced to grind Maybe you're better off staying away, you're (?), you cross the don Make one mistake then knock you off your throne I'm thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home That man at work, don't go disrupt his own You on the wrong side of town for b**hing, you belong with a s**er's wrong [Verse 2] This time of year it's hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head Field kicking this sh** for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled They tell you foul sh** about me, don't deliver it Lee on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain't feeling sh** Anticipate reviews of my resume in the hottest summers Look at what they push now, (?) gimmicks and one hit wonders Perform in an empty stu', fendi crew with the gun slid under Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the son of thunder Been here over (?) n***a So for stomping daily, snap a monster picture Blue and black from New York City's hardest hitter Problem baby, born guerrilla Panic charms a k**er Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered [Hook] Think so we're done, (?) lost my mind Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind Won't see no handouts, you were forced to grind Maybe you're better off staying away, you're (?), you cross the don Make one mistake then knock you off your throne I'm thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home That man at work, don't go disrupt his own You on the wrong side of town for b**hing, you belong with a s**er's wrong

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