Lloyd Banks - 1, 2, 3 Grind lyrics

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1] Wordplay in the worst way Earthquake, n***as is shook, ash in my purp tray, 20s on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday, Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway, Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree, Cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre, Ya baby momma dream about the God I let her hit the bu*ton fingers startin up the car Style when I sleep, snicker when I hit the street Green, pillin' up body builder when I lift the beat My weed sour my b**hes sweet, Marine style but my sh** discrete, Watch me make the flip repeat, I don't trick or treat, but so halloween, Michael myers with the fire trip holla scream, I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team, It's like i'm playin solitare, I don't see a challenge here, yeaaah [Chorus] Money movin on the dime, Ready 123 grind, n***as better give me mine, About my funds, top down, Ready for the shine, Gettin to it so inline, I'm influenced by the gold, I do it if i tried I'ma get 'em every time, Ready 123grind! [Prodigy - Verse 2] You know there's rules that you following And tools get the hollow point Poppin' at these fools These dudes get their narrow a** deceased I terminate, unleash the purly gate Put that work in than I spin like a 38 All around the world, back around the world twice f**ing with the internash infamous paradigm Catch your b**h on the line at the concert I'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity time I'm the worst of the worst, vultures Come on slime, you aint never in your life never life like mine This is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine You short like spaghetti, I'm harder than a whale dick Clap a n***a real quick, falling outta line like 1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes, vamonos I show you how to die, it's career suicide must be on that crack high Coming at me diagonally, the f** you on your mind f** be on you n***as brains It seems you wish d**h, Yo blow, these n***as playin' games ready for flesh [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks - Verse 3] Big chain photo, still ? when you see me HFM in 3d, hood beemer bump my CD I'ma a creep, do some foul sh** every week F-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets Stay low I'm on that sh**, hittin' Looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track All 4 of my pockets fat, Lincoln New York city rap Brighter than my j**elery I'm in line with the stars I'm from Mars, I'm bad stacking Domino broads Living large, you gon need 500 bars When we drive, make bouji b**hes climb in the cars Wheels spin the street off, Porsche feet off The haters still hating and they hot as hell In need of defrost, brick ? sh** old Play with me in hospital with a wife widow [Chorus]