Lloyd Banks - The Plague lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - The Plague lyrics

You rock to me? You rock to me You address me in the form of rap There ain't a MC that can see him They take me out, see my ghost in the Colosseum I bring you these doors while I'm proceeding Fog up the week, major weed smoke, screaming I've been sent here, the style I'm kicking next year 2000 on my sweat ware meanwhile I never slept, yeah Wilding out on jet gear, true violent, you get left here More sour dreams, see my respect clear Tossing CVs, Frisbee the fresh pair Million dollar mami, probably have her later The k**ings on your hobby, the bodies of Jamaica Weed, shoddies, 2 0 12, party like the mayor The dummy gave me a shot, now I'm a player Play your cards right, eat with the god sponsored links It's complicated, thousand features involved They money hungry and my sneakers a prob Tin spraying on the beach with your broad That's where your crew came Each and every popping to meet with the mob Hero in a hoodie, hardly dodge attention The leader of your lynching down on the benches Hard days spending every night like it's a party Chip on my Fendi shoulder, take it out on everybody Back off vacation and they hell of sloppy Don't ever spar me, that's grim, take out who led the army King lifting up your world, got your queen to spot me You living shady to see my vision, give me Versace I spot my morning over three vanillas They rolling up for me, not even jealous Rhymes the energy, son of a heedless marriage Tell the n***as I rule them, school them, they need the credits Who knew I'd be attending gym and they ain't fitted Got my first check, Hussein Bolt, to the bank with it Shorty would be Banks, drop split, plank visits Back to where you'll never go, rebel living to great limits This ain't your win, dog, I gotta win Time to bring this motherf**er down again I see you up there, n***a, F.N.O Getting faded everyday 'cause you never know I need my liver, I could never die South side n***as, got to let us by Which anyway, money by any means Back to doing my thing, signing the f** out, Queens