Lloyd Banks - Show Time (Game Diss) [Off MMITB PT5]

Lloyd Banks Intro-

Okay Okay Okay...
Thats it...
Hahaha...
You stupid motherfucker... huh...
I'm what you wanna be nigga... huh...
Talk that shit in front of me man...
You already know what time it is man... Its The UNIT..!!
Huh...
No-one better...

Lloyd Banks Verse-
Yeah...
Ones for the money, two's for the groove
I cruise, on the interstate so smooth (Uh-huh)
Rather be a rebel move when i wanna move (Yeah)
Thirty days straight, thirty pair of new shoes (Uh)
Fools, feelin' like they got shit to prove (Uh)
Lose or lose, you do not get to choose (Uh-huh)
Sparks crackling off the top of my fuse
the rap A-Bomb, so nigga stay calm
The flow's way gone, blue and grey charm
Long firearm that'll do way harm (Yeah)
I'm a don, bitch log on
To ww i get it.com
I tried to warn him (Yeah), now i'm on him (Yeah)
Midnight to mornin', the kid Michael Jordan (Uh)
Disappeared in thin air to calm often
I'm at your front door like a orphan
Breeze in the lot, nibble off the auction (Uh-huh)
Dual exhaustion, i brought New York in
You ever seen a walking and talking coffin (Ahh)
Well thats what i see when i see ya (Yeah)
You bump heads with the OD'er (Uh)
The oversea'er, see my chrome millimetre (Whoooo)
Either, bitches dumb and had too much reefer
Oh you ain't with it, well i ain't with with it either
Just my luck you slip into a seizure (Uh)
Rap don't need ya split the Cohiba (Goodbye)
Spit through the filter to get a microphone fever
Big heart the temperature of the freezer
Newsflash, noboby believes ya (Uh-huh)
Punch your fuckin' head, developed amnesia
You ain't me, let alone a leader
Yeah, you don't even write your own shit
Yeah, nigga you feelin' hyped then go sit
I break off a brick and light the whole strip
You want attention, so i'm addressin' ya
Nigga i can wrestle ya or .38 Special ya (Uh)
Come Christmas it gets messier
The rap Messiah is runnin' niggaz over
Yeah i shine, line for line i'm
Outwit Einstien, pounds of crime grind (Woohooo)
The Southside bullshit i'm on it (Uh)
Time to make you sick a lung full of vomit
Thats what you get when you spar with Muhammad (Uh-huh)
Cocktail bombs on your car to a comet (Poof)
The hood made him cover up the butterfly (Butterfly)
Now i'ma make him cover up the other eye
Cuz you ain't never murked nuttin' thats another lie
Nigga don't make me you hum you a lullaby (La la)
Whats the matter, you ain't got no help now
They left you all alone for your meltdown
You're crying in the dark and i knew it
Next time you think about killin' yourself, do it (Just do it)
Cuz you a bitch ass nigga any way you view it
And they know from Compton to the "can't-do-it"
I'm from the town where they all love fluid
And everybody that done wore a tongue ring can't talk tough (Uh)
And you ain't even seen half of Fif
You only one album in and Fifty wrote half of it (Haha)
You said you a rider and you thuggin'
Then you turn around and hug Joe Budden (Ahhh..)
Now either thats soft or i'm buggin'
Thats what happens when you turn nuttin' into somethin'
That boy's bluffin' he'll talk if they cuff him
It's all about the Benjamins and plane phone, fuck him!

Lloyd Banks Outro-
Yeah...
Thats it man...
I ain't finna sit here and play with your stupid ass man...
You confused motherfucker... Hahahahaha...
I got a lil' advice for yo' ass too man...
Next time you in the room and...
Your all alone with the light off...
A-a-a-a and stuck in the closet...
With your pistol in your mouth...
Thinkin' about blowin' your noodles out nigga haha...
Just go ahead and do it man trust me... Its better off that way...
You're not authentic nigga...
Your a copy... Faggot..!!

thx mec tro stylé la chanson

thanks bro'