Lloyd Banks - 8 Mintues of d**h lyrics

Part 1: Now first of all keep my name off record, I'm internationally known, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud, But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust, The moment we bump heads n***a f** the cuffs When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus, And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust, Since I had to use shoe polish to cover up the scuffs I climbed up from the bottom thats why they on my nuts, And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin' And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin' Hahaha Yeah! Part 2: Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid, To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it Watch as I express murder through music, I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it Banks make the money, money don't make me, We been together like 8 Ball and MJG Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone, Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away, You're nobody, you can die today I'm MJ, f** what you're man say, I got a new cannon that's hologram gray, Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron It used to be competition, now they all gone Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip He ain't sh**, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick Man everything gonna stop when your man drop They f**in' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it, I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it, I'm the reason your dough goin' thin, Cause ya'll in the way, when I see n***a's I see bowlin' pins You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse. And I stack cause I'm after the bread, I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread, With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread HAHAHA... Part 3: What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn, With a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10, I ain't worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them, Another victim to my matol again, You're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend, Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him, I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind, bu*ter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10, As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin', Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip in, It's plain to see, you can't change me, Cause I'm a be a n***a for life, flyin' figures in ice, I bet the price on the fling of the dice, Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe, Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top And I be five thousand miles from the block man Part 4: Aye, you talk like you're rich but really ain't got a home, and been in everybodies video but your own New York is the sound, clown I walk with a pound, now the talk of the town real as the chalk in the ground, You ain't nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler, Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the j**eler You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I knew it, Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah, I ain't really for the talk, n***a argue with the rugger, Have yourself a drink roll a bottle with a budda, I'm the last one to run, the first one to come, sh** your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done, I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin', Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin', You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his dollars man, I've been a part of God's plan since the sonogram Part 5: Yo who else but blue could do what he do? The n***a's he ran the street was the crew that he flew, I embrace the new jack a**uming he's true, But he was soft as a cloth so I auctioned him off, man That ain't no way to talk to a boss, f** a middle man, bring the hawk to the source I'm ballin' from the heliport to the porche, With my dominican b**h that walks like a horse When I floss, it's hard for anybody to come off, I ain't a come up, you need karate or the torch, n***a's hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch, Cause I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts, That ain't really a run compared to sh** we done, The crib got more land then Area 51, You take one of mine your whole family get to run, I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one Part 6: Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the n***a's that's boxed up, For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up, The media be k**in' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck, I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep over and can't bend, Then I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same, I take rolls of those and sit 'em in a chain, some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed, Come on, I ain't your regular n***a in the game, I'm on, I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, pants off my a**, hat tilt over, The same in the winter, blade under the skully, I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the deli, Part 7: You're now in the presents of a damn don, and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's with a 4 inch lip, prick, This ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man, I got my hand on that fith when I'm rollin' slow, cause I stand out like sh** in the snow ya know I'm ridin' around in the city with the top down, Neck full of eye candy, yellow rocks round, I bet you if I wanna I'm a get her, Lay her down and hit her with a good Lord splitter, Banks ain't the n***a to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya, With the blue sh** from the pool stick, You thinkin' about clappin' me you better, I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a japanese letter Listen to my sh**, your raps will be better, I'm a stunna, put granny in a half a eat sweater, I'm hungry as the last verse, I sleep third, bullsh** second, and get the cash first. Pop the champagne, let the weed on the bus blow, Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo, Now we got the game on smash, the real n***a's respect us, the rest well, they all a**. Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash. And they all weak, you motherf**ers better off sleep You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block, Ya'll done pushed over the wrong rock Spend your money on me, I make the song hott, The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop, My chain big like my buzz in the city, But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty, I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder, A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier Part 8: I'm one of the realest n***a's that did it, Anything you ever heard me on I sh**ted, I spread the flow to the ma**es and he bit it, got a tear drop, a ghetto pa**, and ran with it, I know a couple of n***as that would love to fry his hat, put a bu*terfly Blade on his bu*terfly Tat, You know me lowkey, rubber side strap, f** with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer, Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about b**ha** n***a's he be in a movie I'm in a beach house palm tree and ja'causei, Bad b**h me and a smoothie, Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you, Pepper spray your f**in' eye balls just for you, I'm feelin' like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later, all over a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.