Lloyd Banks - Increase The Gritty lyrics

[Intro: Eminem] Shady aftermath Whoo kid, let's go 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 4, 3, 2, 1 [Intro: Lloyd Banks] Return of the PLK brought me the feedback And Halloween Havoc showed n***as I could repeat that They need that So lay your seat back And pay attention And follow me through volume three Outta dimension [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] They don't make n***as like they used to I'm living proof Making a k**ing off a sinning Cause I give the truth When I ain't putting the crack down I'm spinning coupes Too hot, I'm winter-proof Them n***as wouldn't give a tooth I hit the switch, tint the roof Famous cause I flip the booth Dangerous, what a hit produce I body you, and get the truest Ask them if they caking You probably ain't gon get the truth Me? I'm hella honest Went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe Sorry but we got ta' Party with the choppas Ammo when we casa, come slippin And we got cha Drippin blood, like pasta Confine the boxers I be in shackles while my mama watch us Til they pick a time to drop us Excellent when I jam I'm a pro at this Golden gift Grimey as the n***as I be rolling with Lil man hold the fifth Heavy over loaded piff Chevy over chromey lips Catch me with your homie b**h In a swollen six Diamond flooded rolly wrist Shining was my only wish Chinchilla was for more If the club a place for fun Then what you bring your pistol for All these dummies in denial When drama pop this sh** to floor Money coming by the pile ??? ??? C-notes in the liquor store Speed boats on a different shore A n***a tell you I ain't the one He ain't know nothing Bet he change his opinion If you let him hold something I'm in a rove stunting Wheels back to back From a block away or more You'd think I had the traffic packed Shawty's rest in cadillacs Can't hold they asthma back n***as talking mills now They ain't made half of that Me I'm in the hood for real Right there where they trapping at Right there where it happens at All familiar habit My habits are, carrots y'all Sexing in the fastest cars Green gang mastermind Nine levels past the bar Past the torch n***as ain't swerving Never past the Porsche I aim what they leeching off BAP! Get them ba*tards off Rock in the rap game The top guys pageants off Took it like a murder When he wouldn't knock a rabbit off Catch me down Madison On my automatic horse Word play magical I millimeter gat em all You won't have a career After I shatter yours Then splatter his With my overwhelming averages Streets ain't a game n***a I was born by myself But I ain't going how I came n***a Cause I'm a take a couple with me If they get me I'm tipsy and f**ing high as hell off of sticky Come on if you with me I'm strong in the city I'm never by myself I got the chrome riding, dig me? Rest in peace to Pac Rest in peace to Biggie The industry been shinny now Let's increase the gritty