Greg Street - The Rush lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] New York City stand up!!! The punchline kid is back!!! Blue Heffner AKA Gang Green AKA New Diamonds AKA Lloyd Banks!!! And I'm here with my motherf**in homey Kayslay The Drama King!!! Gang Green season begins, now!!! Nah, nah I don't do all that talkin man It's, It's one way or the other Your comin or your gonna watch another b**h leave with me You know that's, the way the sh** go, heh heh I'm a f**in rap star, heh heh [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the plane I jets off in the range First cla** seats but the sweats costin the same The rap game will bring stress, fortune and fame And slow drive by's like when they aired out Kane I'm like a S55 little clear out chain They body me they body you and they will be out prayin My only wish to find you, catch you, lay yo' a** in a stretcher Bet ya, get ya, a** out the hood All I got is rap, for that, I spazz out for good That's my income, it keeps me in pads in Hollywood I'm hardly home, when I leave the club the party gone And I'm pissy of the Petrom tryin to get ma home My name Banks baby, I'm top rank lady I gotta go grab ya coat b**h you ain't crazy I skeet off damn near rushin and bend her over somethin And I'm pumpin, the volumes to the max and I'm frontin All of a sudden she come down on the humble for a feel And I'm driftin in alot of lanes fumblin the wheel A couple of miles later I'll be comin on a grill Then it's back to the hotel to chill, ma I give you the rush [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Damn ma, your little outfit got my third head high, and I need you to understand I ain't really got alot of time, b**h you out ya mind It's me, damn love, don't you wanna get up out the handcuffs I ain't 'gon love you like your man does I ain't really got alot of time, b**h you out ya mind [Outro: DJ KaySlay] The Champions!!!