Lloyd Banks - Hip-Hop Drunkies Freestyle lyrics

Round 1 What dont yall get off of my dick, I got an album to do I spit a punch line now you wont get til 2002 I know your type, get wild with a crew And get found powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you I get love like a child with a flu, you dont want to battle me The response from the crowdll be Ouuu Dont matter if you my age or old as my pops I got something for new beef that come straight out the box Its nothing to bag your b**h, have her holding my co*k Doing laundry half naked folding my socks I know n***az that I grew up with, that roll with the cops And got found beat the f** up, swollen with knots Brother f**ing up in school so I told him to stop Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding your spot I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks So every b**h watch when I pose on the block When my flow hit the top, its the rose or the drop Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop Come back quarter roll hole in your top The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block They say Im to smart to rhyme So n***az want me in that newest spring wear Called chalk design I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds So I dont show up at parades, unless its for the march of dimes Round 2 If words could k**, Id probably average a body a bar Beef I put air holes in the side of your car Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw Im sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor f** a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor Im like friends that borrow clothes, Quicker to draw, dipped in velour Since a kid shoplift in the store You shouldve listened before, something hot slipped in the door Name Banks, hard dicking your who*e Im too much for one borough, yall can all get a piece of Lloyd Beefll show up on your porch like pizza boys Teachers gave me Fs so I gave the teachers noise Who ever thought a drop outd be on the beach with toys I got four arms, two for fighting One for f**ing, my other onell have you ducking Round 3 I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didnt they Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of sh** to say You sound like me, spit it in a different way You aint write no hits, n***a put your wrist away Every time you see me, Im looking like its picture day Im athletic, I dip dive, sh** for the spray Im the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays I put DNA all up in your b**hes braids How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS Beating me will never happen like nick parades While you inhaling nickel bags, Im blowing out a fifth of haze Im a be around when the forget the Jays No free-bes, now you gotta pay me bucks I turn n***az like you, into baby bu*ts And I aint DJ, but I give you eighty cuts n***a Im a grown a** man go battle lady luck