Lloyd Banks - Show Time (Game diss) lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] That's it! Hahahahh! You stupid motherf**er! Huh? I'm what you wanna be, n***a! Huh! Talk that sh** in front of me, man You already know what time it is man, it's the Unit! Ain't no one better! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] One's for the money! - Two's for the groove I cruise! - On the interstate so smooth Rather be the rebel, move when I wanna move 30 days straight, 30 pair new of shoes! Fools! - Feelin' like they got sh** to prove Lose or lose, you do not get to choose Sparks crackling off the top of my fuse The rap A-Bomb, so n***a stay calm! The flow's way gone! - Blue and gray charm Long firearm, that'll do way harm I'm a don! - b**h lock on! The "www.ididit.com"! Tried to ruin 'em! (yeah!) - Now I'm on 'em! From midnight to morning the kid Michael Jordan Disappear in thin air the car often Come to your front door like a orphan! Breeze in the lot! - Nibble off the auction Dude's exhaustion, I brought New York in You ever seen a walkin' and talkin' coffin! Well, that's what I see when I see you! You bumped heads with the OD'er The overseer; see my chrome millimeter Either! - You're just dumb or had too much reefer Oh, you ain't with it, well I ain't with it either! Just my luck, you slip into a seizure Rap don't need ya, slip in cold ether That's speak through a filter and get a microphone fever Big heart, the temperature of the freezer News flash - NOBODY believes ya! Bumped your f**in' head! - Developed amnesia You ain't me! - Let alone a leader! Yeah! - You don't even write your own sh**! You feeling hype then go sit I'll break off a brick and light the whole strip! You want attention! - So I'm addressin' ya n***a, I can wrestle ya, or .38 special ya! Come Christmas, it gets messier The rap messy ya, running n***as over! Yeah, I shine! - Line for line, I Albert Einstein, pounds of chron chron That SouthSide bullsh**, I'm on it! Time to make 'em sick, lung full of vomit That's what you get when you spar with Muhammad co*ktail bombs in your car do a comet The hood made him cover up the bu*terfly! Now I'll make him cover up the other eye! Cause you ain't never merked nuttin, that's another lie n***a, don't make me, hum you a lullaby! What's that, you ain't got no help now They left you all alone for your meltdown You cryin' in the dark and I knew it Next time you think about k**in' yourself, do it! Cause you a - b**h-a** n***a anyway you view it It ain't no one from Compton 'til I can't do it I'm from a town where they all love fluid Anybody that can wear a tongue ring can't talk tough You ain't even seeing half of Fif' You're only one album in and 50 wrote half of it! You said you a rider and you thuggin'! Then you turn around and hug Joe Budden! Now, either that's soft or I'm buggin' That's what happens when you turn nuttin' into somethin' That boy bluffin', he'll talk if they cuff him It's "All About The Benjamins" and playin' phone, f** him! [Outro:] Yeah! That's it man! I ain't finished yet playin' with your stupid a**, man! You confused motherf**er! Hahahahh! I got a little advice for your a** too man Next time you in the room and... You're all alone... with the light off! An'-an'- and stuck in the closet! With your pistol in your mouth! Thinkin' about blowing your noodles out, n***a'! Haha! Just go ahead and do it man, trust me! [shot] You're better off that way! You're not authentic, n***a! You're a copy! f*ggot!