Lloyd Banks - It Ain't A Secret lyrics

[Chorus:] Lately Ive Been Hearin Alot Of Things That I Don't Agree With And It Ain't A Secret Everybody Know You Puss n***a You Ain't A Gangsta You A Wuss What Makes You Feel Comfortable Enough To Call My Name Out Like You Know Me n***a I Ain't Yo Homie I got A 4 Pound On Me And You Can Have It [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] This Here Will Make You Piss In Ya Sweats You Know Me Mitchell & Ness, Smithon & West, Pistol And Vest I'll Take Ya Life Away With The Sound, I Got The Whistle Of d**h The Boy Flow Put The Crystal In Meth, Take the Listeners Breath You Wont Believe What They Do For co*k, I Hit The Telly Thrash, And Slide Off Before The Rooster Crock Pour Out Some Liqour For Big Let Off 2 For Pac Don't Linger Around n***as Shot Off The Roof Alot f** Rattin Every Tooth Is Locked, And You Cooperatin, Helpin Them Damn Near Recruit The Block I'm Blowin Heavy On The Sofa With A Desy (Desert Eagle) just in case A n***a Smooth Enough To Slip Through Cracks I'd Rather Throw Somethin at U then get my sh** moved Back This Is Hardcore Pitbull Rap Right Out The Track Look The Hood'll Bring The b**h Out For Ya Man I get the guap, My Money Flip Like Fish Out Water yeah [Chorus] I'm Startin To Feel Like I Got It All Sewn Up, I Helped Raise A Few Of These n***as, Now They Think They All Grown Up See These DVD Gs Is Pissed Off Behind The Scenes spoon Fed n***as cliques soft as Lima Beans To Be Real I Don't Know Why I'm even Trippin Cuz I'm runnin sh** Like Diarea Drippin My Breads Long its like big So I'm Comforable enough To Go To Court In My Pj's Like Mike Did I Move Around With the Sket the Long Magees So Chill cuz You Cant Block Throws with Shaun Bradley I'm a Still Be Here When D-Block Flops I Got More Cash Then Them In My Reebok Box I Brighten Up A Picture I Shine Bright Standin In My Way Is The Only Way you'll Be In The Limelight I'm Lazy When I Hit And Run Which Means You Don't Get To Come Even If You Get To Come [Chorus] n***as stiff when I pa** cuz I'm on a spaceship on wheels Fresh ta d**h, look dude couldn't slip on peels, And you a b**h all you got to do is slip on heels She ain't know me cuz the house on the cliff costs mills I put pressure on ya Give ya clique boss chills Bet there won't be no more sores when the steak sauce spills I get the bills a young black entrepa n***a, Strapped wit a vest armed wit a trigga My buddy got a twin tag along Ya b**h is a quarter, who am I to split them up bloods thicker than water So I Capture All The Episodes On The Camcorder She Lick It Off her Stomach right After I Blam On Her I Turn The Corner With The Mack Daddy Limp Young super Fly Black Larry Flint in the Bent I Thought About Clappin Joe, But Why Hit him With The Iron He One Big Mac Away From Dyin [Chorus] I got it on me n***a Man f** you n***as f** around and buck you n***as rap would be over Man f** you n***as f** around and cut you n***as My career would be over Man f** you n***as f** around and buck you n***as No more shows Man f** you n***as f** around and touch you n***as And you'll tell