Lloyd Banks - Reppin Time [Off MMITB PT5]

Intro-
New York City..
Its me..
Hahaha...
Yeahhh....
GGGG G-Unit..!!
Hey..

Verse-
You better watch your moves, cuz i am not your crew
i'm hoppin' through, impossible to do what i can do (Whoo..)
i found my middle ticket, made it but i still kick it
faded but i still noticed they hatin' on the deal if it (Fuck you..)
i'm on a level not everybody can get to
they've sent you a pitbull, my beam red, my wris' blue (Uh..)
whats up God, i miss you (What up..), but until the day i'm with you
i'ma go hard to convince you, and push on like a pimp do (Yeah..)
if it went down it was meant to (Uh huh..), it'd drive you or prevent you
me with a instrumental makes it sound so simple (Simple..)
i hold the city down, i'm ridin' with the Milli round
silly clown (Clown..), i pull a Ferrar up and drill him down (Hahaha..)
now my ceilin's round thirty feet off the ground
thirty minutes from the slum, run when you hear that sound (Pow..)
man ya done did it now, the hottest kid in town (Yeah)
is right on your fuckin' heels (Yeah..), run on and tuck your tills (Whoo..)
you thinkin' couple dollars (Wha..), i'm thinkin' couple mills (Mills..)
so my belt buckle's froze (Froze..), man i jus' fuck these hoes (Hoes..)
you see me hearts been cold (Froze..), since i was 9 years old (Old..)
bold yet underage (Age..), mind on another page (Yeah)
eyes real as my grades, stumblin' through a phase (Uh)
mama did all she could, but it ain't do no good (It ain't do no good..)
see wants your lines flat, there ain't no comin' back
they don't really want no beef (Nah..), they jus' wanna rap (Uh..)
and thats my point exact', leave up this run and rap
and you'll be behind a cage, another wanted patch
your destiny's been snatched (Snatched..), a pound on me perhaps
i can make my mark with words (How..), remember me for rap (Wow..)
so when i walk up, they'll be all stuck from the Porsche up
where they cost what, zero in on my zero's and cough up..

Talkin-
Go out let that out...
Haha.. Its ok to look as stupid as you sound...
Clown...

Verse-
I'm nothin' like the ones you've heard, i came right off the curb
made it big and thats deserved, you niggaz got the nerve (Yeah..)
i gave the streets heat, and delivered each week
the only way we sleep, is six feet deep
never bite the hand that feeds, provides for your needs
we ride till we die, you die poppin' P's
until they cock and squeeze, i'll get the gwop with ease
G's turn into millions, millions turn into properties (What you got..)
i'm on the road to riches, a road full of sixes
i'm cold as the pole, won't fold for these bitches (Nah..)
the flows bought the hoes (Hoes..), the hoes bought the shows (Shows..)
the shows bought the gwop (Gwop..), the gwop bought the drop (Drop..)
the drop bought the cops (Cops..), the cops bought the cuffs (Cuffs..)
but i jus' bought the law (Law..), you get me out by four (Four..)
now holla at your boy (Boy..), ballin' i hit the bread (Bread..)
my weed is purple and my eyes is all red.. Yeah..

Merci homie

thx homie

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