Lloyd Banks - sh**ty City Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro:] 09 to 2-10... Yeah... I'm back again! Yeaahh... ! It's your n***a... ! P Dot L Dot K... ! Huh... ! Yeaahh... ! And this is V5... ! Before I start I'd like to thank errbody for tunin' in... It's my time of the year again... Now let's begin... [Verse 1:] Uh... The way I come off is stupid, the last one you wanna be in the booth with My heart cold, I jus' ran over Cupid Until the roof chip I helicopter, Bentley, coupe it You think your shoe fit, I bury n***az live on Whoo Kid What up Slay, (what up Slay) what up Clue, what up Drama You rockin' with the New York City 'Bomba I'm a rain on these n***az, bring my new sh** out Polish my game on these n***az, Bank-o bring the groupies out I'm all about my money, f** you talkin' 'bout Mind yours, six or seven summers pullin Porsches out, grind tours Scorin' till it's borin' n***a, nine cities, nine jaws f**in' with my clothes, gone soon as I hop off [Bridge:] Fell back now I'm back for everything that's mine Them n***az had their turn, now it's time to see me shine You don't wanna see me angry rather see me calm I got this rap sh** in my palm and my CD, bomb [Verse 2:] You know I O.D today, put your favourite MC's away DOA, flat line, who want it with the PLK My life's hotel and casino play Where you want me sign is all I need to say and your fourteen car keys away You don't really want no drama you talkin' that E & J Between weed and gas I probably f** off a G a stay I serve it either way, up close and personal Via internet cursin' you, underground and commercial too I bring your curtains through, it ain't really worth it fool Celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh Cool, 80's baby and it made me crazy Crazy, low down grimey and shady [Bridge:] Call me what you want baby just try not to call I ain't got time to argue with you cause I got the ball I'm a do whatever I wan' do and lock up the mall d**h to a hater, tall big or small, man f** 'em all [Verse 3:] Full 360, it's my turn again, turn to win You heard of him, surge a win, I'm playin' with words again Murda pen, came from damn near nothin' I deserve to win Curve the wind, in my Bentley spur with rims, fur within, won't give in I push the seven got the perfect ten, copper I rather work for free 'fore I work for them Yeah, you touch the soil if I touch the safe b**h n***a, I can see it all up in your face Half rat, half snake, you live like that you get your a** clapped Half baked, a lighter and gas fate You heard my last tape, this off the street hot The D Block, I send n***az to tree tops, free hops A one of a kind swag, it begins with me Ends with me, momma shoulda pushed me out a twin with me Then it'd be possible to duplicate, make the money Blue can make You can hate, this gon' bring me super cake... [Outro:] Yeah... As we proceed... To keep you up to speed... sh** gon' get crazy from here on out... Word... !