Lloyd Banks - We All Die One Day lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo] Yeah! You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assa**ins Here we go! [Hook: Lloyd Banks] n***as know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real n***a gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Verse 1: Obie Trice] n***as when I step up in a bar (uh huh), f*ggots wanna look (what?) Like you motherf**ers got Obie Trice shook Like I'mma stand here as a man and Let some queer-a**, funny-looking n***a get the upper hand (ha ha ha!) I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn n***as' moms (yeah!) Shoot up clubs and destroy n***as' vibes (come on!) Everybody running for their motherf**ing lives (AHHHHHH!!!) Tough club n***as, we leave early, co*k back surely Open up your fade your gray brain meets Motor City pave' Your nervous system still twitch off Jay-Z O's an animals skirts get murked Don't ever let a n***a tell you slugs don't hurt Don't ever let a n***a tell you to play the bar hard Trust in God cause you's about to get catch a bullet scar I give a f** where you from, who you be with Keep this a secret {​​​​​​*whispers*}​​​​​​ right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light n***as up and this 4-5 high make not give a f** [Hook: Lloyd Banks] n***as know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real n***a gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty'll make your a** bet My words touch n***as in jail make them wanna finish they last set They say you live by the gun, you die by the next n***a gun If that's the case then get a bigger one You don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out the hood That's a stereotype like everybody that's black can jump I'm in the white mink, the fabric is done Got rings like Mike, Bird, Magic, and them Out of Dallas to the palace where the Mavericks is from Living lavish I'm established, so the cabbage'll come I'm in the clouds, you don't see me on the train I travel first cla**, you ain't even got a TV on your plane You should be easy on my name cause I ain't going back and forth Your boss and your captain soft (b*tch!) [Hook: Lloyd Banks] n***as know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real n***a gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day [Verse 3: Eminem] Cause we gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it Name 'em we gon' hit 'em chew 'em up and spit 'em out {​​​​​​*Hoch spit*}​​​​​​ Too much venom and if you roll with 'em We gon' f** you up with 'em I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose My shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in them, (BOOM) You know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like a**a**ins Ski mask and gloves consider this as a warning Disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs But we are fizast, f** your little b**h a** up We are not k**ers, my vato will have you shot, though Dragged through the barrio and f**ed like Kim Osorio's Little sorry ho a**, go ask B-Real We burn Source covers like f**ing Cypress Hill Did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still Shady Records you better believe the hype is real This is no joke, I don't smoke But I toke enough secondhand to make my f**ing P.O. choke I'm an OG, you're f**ing with a G.I. Joe Bia Bia, mia mio a vida loc' I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got sh** on me When I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people At San Ysidro Ranch huddled up next to her With Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs You ever had your cap peeled back or your sh** pushed in? I put my blade in you like a f**ing pin cushion Slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hen, dog I'll show you to k** a f**ing man like Sen Dog (Bring it, bring it, bring it back!) Nobody told you that I'm loco, ése? I lack every sane chemical in my membrane I'm Slim Shay...D and the 'D' is for deez nuts And you can get each one for free so feast up I'll pee in a cup for three months I'm having an E party for Easter please come Cause we gon' [Verse 4: 50 Cent] We gon' bring it to anybody who want it, you want it, you gon' get it You name 'em and we'll hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out {​​​​​​*spits*}​​​​​​ Too much venom and if you roll with 'em We gon' f** you up with 'em You can do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a twelve gauge Mausberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring d**h Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle I'm the strongest around, you know how I get down I watch gangsta flicks and root for the bad guy And turn it off before it end cause the bad guy die If you trying to buy guns, I'm the n***a to look to So what they got bodies on them? They still look new You can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something When I raise my knife, sh**, I'm fitting to cut something They say I walk like Ron O'Neal, and talk like Goldie If the b**h think I love her, the b**h don't know me {​​​​​​*laughing*}​​​​​​ [50 Cent] Sorry Kim [Slim Shady] Oh Sorry, Oh [Hook: Lloyd Banks] n***as know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your mouth I don't care But if you get too close I'm gon' clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real n***a gonna do whatever he has to A man is a last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you We all die one day