Lloyd Banks - The Natural lyrics

No originality, take a ride with the natural I ain't blow up yet Fear the greatest bomb in the Apple Tackles broke to pieces The streets are scorching trying to over ease ya A firm believer, I wore the crown on my Caesar. Freezer, count me up This test an alley thump just made the tally jump Wild around me, catch a smiley cut let out the alley up Writers block, can't get my mind to stop. Most days I island hop Karma's a b**h, I found a spot Wandering trips around the clock Charming your chick from down the block Flow got her, she found a shark My fins showin' two tens throwing a pound a spark Uh! So many washing up, I'm edging stone though You fool pit browse sponsored links My testers slam the lomo, exit solo Big tests for so-so, need us extra promo No runner ups can catch the pros So slice the pie like Lexus logo Bet my cadence alarms the impostors Problems just hanging strange fruit Hs and orange boxes Big faces in all the watches Roses, Aces, and Knockers Hoes and bricks show stoppers Hundred papers, more options With hunger pain there's nonsense Rumble game I'm all offense Launching confidence here And I know these powers won't feel me They'll be over your sh** in no time And no you ain't getting no co-sign I'm fully equipped to go I'm in solid gold at the gold line Powder rope through my smoke, climb higher You can't pick my code, ma Over matter, fact who's badder? Ain't no rapper here or after Back in my zone at night These new n***as is over hyped Steep look into a soldier's life Three or four minutes of poltergeist Sweet beginnings,I'm ultra nice Come k** a God, he multiples Open eyes hit critics Visits from broken wives Through the impossible The f** is you doing with oxygen? These bums done broke up my game in vein Wondering when you hit your compliments My conscience vents Henny and mobster tints Hell out the audience Stand up guy, bet he won't hop a fence If any a consequence Stepped in good, been stomping since Different kind, maybe common sense Calm me down with the capital Built the crown and no avenue Boring n***as will challenge you Slaughtering since 2002 Pouring visits over my memory Foreign trips out to Kennedy Hoing tricks out for energy Told a b**h I wouldn't let it be Every week with another head Ch-check out my symmetry My maniac rhyme More amazing than all your favorites combined I'm k**ing ya, maaan! Hit the fire on these b**hes one time I sunshine, I cook the area Burn up your front line Turn up my new sh**, product of DJ Dram Sour out the nose and bottle cliques Urban model chicks Life's a room, a dollar should Slide her a Ferragamo dress Top of the metropolis Looking down on your confidence Hooking up with your confident Coolin' - feels like the comp is gone Hoes in my sweaters Hoes be over zealous Hold it down, thirty years Hell, we roll the town What's up with all these clowns? I gave you years, how dare you doubt me? Even when I ain't here you hear about me