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Lloyd Banks
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Father Time
作詞:Kannon Cross, Gregorio Ford, Christopher Lloyd
Yeah, I hear you And I'm a make you shut the fuck up
They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot
These niggaz are not, not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side
I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside
Energies my ammunition Like AK shells So think about that when you plan on dissin' Go straight to hell
Bred to be ballin' since a baby kickin' I had the smell Brand new money ladies sniffin' They take a L
I take a shit on rappers horse worth Can't die, must conquer the world first Like a monster to media On my beautiful girls search
High and low I am no thing u tamper with Made the plan you should cancel it Make examples I trample shit
Drop you here, I am cancerous Answer this, who can handle this? Scandalous, I dismantle these ants And piss on a trucer
You think I seen the future How I wam crip recruper Fire hand Wam became a brand new man, big producer
Gift from heaven Livin' legend and I come from queens Robbin' leggin' 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans
Sufferin' and fucked up schemes Twin Bentleys Matchin' Beamers on a couple beams Try my sentence in
They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot
These niggas are not, not Watch me take my spot got 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side
I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside
Murdered half of ya'll on my mix tapes Come rap up in my wrath Now, I'm laughin' look at ya rib cage Ya ass been in a slump
Come blastin' I lend ya bitch face Success is what they want Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed Have it how you want Blood bath
I'm as sharp as switchblade You'll be smilin' for life Love flashin' I got the shit made
Forget where I'm at now I passed 'em around the 6th grade Passion for my profession Outlast anyone you could name
Hood fame got me ridin' in wood grain Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn They know I'm cooked Cain Took aim rappin' would bang
I could change But this sport ain't a good game I'm strappin', sir Back seat in the passenger Semi-auto massacre
Shoppin' while I laugh at ya Rappers feed my appetite Metaphors will tackle ya These niggaz ain't half as nice
Playboy in my afterlife Real nigga with cash and ice Drop the bread pass the dice Hope I crack twice
They see me movin' They want me to stop drop Off the face of earth But I'm a make it pop hot
These niggaz are not, not Watch me take my spot got Money got power and respect Baby, I just hope times on my side
I've been tryin' all my life Every block some ones dyin' Always high here's our life Come inside
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