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lirik lagu killa’s theme ft. tony yayo – lloyd banks

[verse-lloyd banks]
ay the game is survival
you wouldn’t know a real n-gg- if he walked up and robbed you
they gonna have to revive you
if i slide thru, i wouldn’t need to advise you
you smoke and they gonna let on us
you d-mn near r-t-rded a smallgular buss
i pull a porsche out and fall for the rush
careful the cops want us all in the cuffs
we put up houses and haul on the trucks
when i move smooth, ima ball all on dust
plus, you n-gg-s can’t eat no more
or, walk around in the street no more
i run this city, that’s why my feet so sore
i got the whole hood hooked ‘he so raw’
i pull up on a set, with bad intentions
like a bullet in ya neck
anybody can get it the cal’ and the sket
i drink away to pay and pop mo’ on the jet
a bag of the goo rock the mall when im set
jus got a new calical and a tec
fresh p cut powder all on my neck
next stop stop at the mall in the vet
the green gang with me and the all hold sket
nah we aint gonna send ya girl home yet
she g-d and we all want next
300 thousand we all know less
and less is small, a european tour
car cold handle on a european door
n-gg-s get money but the unit gettin more
troops on the roof, stashbox in the floor
green and white bow with the matchin valour
air hold m-ffler attached to the 4
and a batch and the raw

[bridge-lloyd banks]
you n-gg-s better move man when we come thru the door
movin with the uz’ man, you’ll be a body on the floor
we don’t go by the rules and we break any f-ckin law
n-gg-s gonna lose man

[verse-tony yayo]
im on the flyin spur sh-t, chinchilla that fur sh-t
40 cal watch me murc sh-t
n-gg-s out in the hood so im out in cancun
labels eatin off some garbage like some d-mn racc–ns
clap all ya goons, knock a barrell in the sky
sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes
g-unit is the team we the hottest group out
got me in a phantom, the hottest coupe out
su live to the fullest, sum never gettin head
o.g’s doin life, young boys in the feds
love times don’t last, tough people do
crack and rap money that’s my revenue
and you wanna stick who?, what the f-ck is you thinkin
100 dollars from my atm will have you stickin
my chain blingin, vvs stones it’s all good
southside, bedstide, catch me in the hood

[yayo talking]
yeaa, rotten apple n-gg-, comin this summer
i don’t give a f-ck who you are, what label you on
when banks drop, blue heffner, gangreen, you better push back n-gg-
ya heard?!, you can be on interscope, you can be on def jam n-gg-
and if i get on parol…im on parol
if i get off this probation yall n-gg-s is in trouble man, for real
lloyd banks, blue heffner, rotten apple n-gg- the hottest sh-t out
muthaf-cka, mixtape is better than ya m-th-f-ckin alb-m
yo banks man, f-ckin run new york n-gg- you know what time it is
fitty wattup, buck wattup

- lloyd banks

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