Lirieke: Lloyd Banks. The Cold Corner Mixtape. Be That Way Sometimes.

YEAH,
shouts to the thats real, shouts to the ones that aint, stabs for the ones who tell, dictate the next mans fait

as longas my legs stand straight, ill be runnin to catch my cake, bout a hundred nd still get high, ride 'till the day i die. sigh when the jay ride by, sprint when the jay car stop, move to slow and you know that your goin a trip to the gate, bi bi. think you got 8, 9 lives, think you can walk in my shoes, we smokin untierdlyto much, goin against me you'll lose wat exactly does that prove your bones anit platinum you bruised, i hold the ratchet and tool, pop this bastard then bloom, i'l cop a crash and get two, i stop and laugh at your crew, then hop through the top 'cos theres no top on top of that im cool, i ride with the gat ride who? ima problem in fact, im two, im so calm on the track im smooth, go any where the fuck i chose, i aint kno normal nigga damn sure never bin ordernay, cant saythe same for these other niggas, bust you shit and it's on already, armoured kit and the doors heavy, when they gun me you wont be there, i move like the room right, its only real niggas up in here, money's my favorite smell coush is my faveorite car, i love her, and we wont part ways coz ima smuggler, hustler, i keep my mind locked, i dont mind quapin im dime poppin, and car shoppin, tin vested and nine lockin, i cant ever see crime stoppin, to many niggas aint got nothin random bodies and shots dumpin, most of these wana get a cop or sumin that aint you nigga stop frontin coz i aint neva bin no fool, you got you tool and i got mine too, ill turn you to a fuckin prune, life a ooh, nuffin new, fuck with thoese that fuck with you, i comfortable, and im up two-million more niggas hatein an i been waitin, now im impatient, would have flipped if i wasnt cakein ima long way outa that basement, and that hallway hotter than saten, i ain for a lot of debatin ima call out and replace him ima ball out and discrase him, im the mall out in vacation, im against what evers against the Gee, this bitch industry anit meant foe me, it's full of girls and punk niggas that right there aint the way to be, fuck blood ill say it free, even when the free my niggas weep gona be against the odd, jets in expensive cars (expensive cars...)

(Thanks to Jak for these lyrics)