Lloyd Banks - Bad Luck lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] G Unit If it wasn't for bad luck I wouldn't have luck If it wasn't for doing bad I wouldn't know about doing good It ain't safe down here in my hood It could be a beautiful day And you'll get hit by strays [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] This is what you do If a n***a stealing money out the crew Cut eight of his fingers off and leave a n***a with two Destinys beef its always escalate in the future You ain't tough cause ten probably aiming to shoot ya Puss enough to make a neighborhood bum pick up a pistol Fill the clip up and hit you In the face or use the pistol All it takes is aim a n***a really tried to diss you It's gon' be an issue If you don't fry his tissue What's a crack head thinking 'bout right before he takes a hit Hell if I know probablly a whole lot of mistakes and sh** What the f** makes a n***a want to have a relationship When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish, or Asian chick n***a you could run but the lights'll beat ya Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza Got a groupie on my lap n***a sun roof top n***a Chilling on the scene With the gangsta lean [Hook: 50 Cent] This sh** is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped You need to wear a vest sh** it's on like that n***as you think is cool'll stab you in the back I know for a fact [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I got a Gem Star that'll open ya face The Mac'll make you open the safe I'm walking around with a open case Ya'll been on my dick a long time thanks Now I'm a introduce you to my man get 'em Banks [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] You might catch Banks in the city with that blue and gray sh** Ropes as thick as the ones they hung slaves with Shorty ain't ya wife dog I'm blazin' after ya Got rocks on my neck from a cave in Africa Just bought a new b**h got beige and black in her Police watching us like an Asian Trafficer Go ahead front I'm dying to poke ya hater And put a patch on your eye like an Oakland Raider I ain't got a silencer just a Solt Potater I seen ya wife you had to be on coke to date her It's a problem when I get in So if its hate in ya blood you better find a way to hold that sh** in [Hook: 50 Cent] [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] I'm lying to these hoes So if you bust in my room you'd probably catch a b**h trying to propose From a block bang out I caught iron in my clothes Stuck without my wratchet Buck in my bread basket Ear drums soft from lead to [?] Bounce off the floor injured my leg in traffic Headed towards the Mackland But its hard as hell to walk a straight line when ya eyeballs doing back flips Duck from the SK Special Or I'm a leave ya f**ing shirt looking like the ese's dressed you It'll be a case when I catch you I'm putting holes in ya face like a pretzel Make jakes have to sketch you Arm and legs'll break the same time your neck do Throw you off a projects For f**ing with my set I know you hate me and would like to jump me Cause I play around acres like Michael's monkey You ain't hurtin' me in Air Force Cause my Nikes is comfy Catch me out in the country With lights and company She can't be thirsty because all night she drunk me See I made it convince me She's better than Lewinski What's the sense of holdin' on the metal if its empty? You need shells in 'em To leave swells in 'em Catch Banks at the top of the globe Pocket of dough Rocks in the low Lockin' and load co*k and explode I grew up pops and a O Mix match socks on my sole Cops on a stroll Spendin' knots on my gold I got Ns in my jeans For Benzes and screens Cause I take money like vending machines I used to stick pens in my jeans Now I got beams That'll leave you bending with screams Pressure turns men to Marines King pins to p**ys And hard rocks into milk and cookies Motherf**ers