Tony Yayo - No Escape lyrics

[Intro: ?] "Drugs came in, and had everybody going crazy." [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Dog, man, woman, or child; whoever They get hit in the line of fire, your fault, don't tell The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a f** Eyes hazy, tryin' to think of how to live it up Mom raised me, cause daddy doing numbers off his hands Coke baby, just maybe I'm supposed to be the man Don't play me; my bail money long, I'm out the jam Then I'm Swayze; the key to the hood in my pocket, man Mercedes; I came a long way from the dollar van And my lady, look like a Coca-Cola bottle, damn You buy a b**h some heels, she'll walk over you in 'em That's why I'm never spendin'; iconic momentum I s*ut 'em out, bend 'em, lend 'em, and that's the endin' They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine G-Unit 'til the endin', cause I don't like pretendin' Send' 'em far away from here, hear they b**h n***as tremblin' [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You try to escape from some sh** you can't rid You've been under the streets, too late Don't give a f** about how you feel, nothing's fair You got some your hands on some money, new hate n***a, it ain't all good, I wish a n***a would He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Trap money got me livin' like a pharaoh Got the strap with the air-cooled barrel Fifty grand, shooter-money in the shoe-box My b**h'll hit you like Chiquita did Lennox The streets feelin' like a battleground Here come a herd of these n***as, I bet I shoot the cattle down See life, is just like an hour gla** Haters wanna see me up north using cold craft The fourty-four blast, but I'm hoodied out Police cameras on the street, but who gives a f**? Russian AK with the strap on the shoulder Will turn one man to about a hundred soldiers Take this clip, die a million d**hs Gain thirty pounds, n***a, take your last breath Six-feet deep homie, that's a ugly dirt nap Six shooters shootin', Russian attack [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You try to escape from some sh** you can't rid You've been under the streets, too late Don't give a f** about how you feel, nothing's fair You got some your hands on some money, new hate n***a, it ain't all good, I wish a n***a would He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] You see them n***as? k** 'em, they've been poppin' sh** for mad long Shotgun to 'em, get your Donovan McNabb on Sad song, burgundy goo all on the f*g lawn It's a man's world, and them n***as got pads on Everywhere I go, I get the fishbowl effect I'm like a f**in' flat screen, couple bricks on my neck The break is over, the break is over I'm back, I'm takin' over, I'm takin' over; click-clack I'll k** [?], I'm goin' end of chrome-o Hennessy until I pa** out, like Jo-Jo You talk behind the neck, you a ho, bro Now I'mma k** 'em softly, ride by 'em in slow-mo I'm a real n***a, my opposition clear fam Why should I fear man that wouldn't crush a beer car? I came in that sh**-top pick, and I still am Reputation tougher than leather, and my wheel Lamb [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You try to escape from some sh** you can't rid You've been under the streets, too late Don't give a f** about how you feel, nothing's fair You got some your hands on some money, new hate n***a, it ain't all good, I wish a n***a would He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood