Lloyd Banks - Celebrity (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete I ain't even home when they're talking about me f** out my ear if you talking about "free" n***a, free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all-out, B These rappers don't know me Nah, I ain't your homey If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley, my Rolly My Magnum, my phonie South Jamaica shawty These slugs I took in the gut, yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind and whipping the truck low You're looking for trouble I pop d**h You're looking to a sun dawg If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drum roll You know - wherever I go the gun go [Hook - Akon] We on the grind All the time Ain't 'bout to let a n***a come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your a** slide this time While I get this paper Cause I'm a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Ain't nothing changed n***a [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal Wreck a booth up, I'm too tough That inner-city grammar, step your j**els up They bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera Harsh reality's what pulls them And holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these n***as Push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they prey on Spending half of they day on Lay on n***as for days, the shots spray on My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac 6 4 jumping like the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a n***a down two blocks Two shots in the air for n***as that ain't here Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor Green guap galore, in and out of new hall That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati gla** [Hook] [Eminem] There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing So don't get me going: don't dare start You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck Tightly-wound as f** Till the Fire Marshalls come shut Fire Marshall down and up I suggest you better shut the f** up And stop f**ing around and duck! I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant Like calling a b**h a ho or asking a gal to s** And blow on your dick co*k. Is she up to screwing? Down to f**? It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut With a thousand s*uts strapped and muzzled Running through a house of mutts In other words, I'm shutting every one of you b**hes' mouths up And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f**ing bu*t! And ain't sh** changed, my sh** still don't stink, player My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster child for white trash I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah See me I'm all up on your b**h means I'mma rape her All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler So b**h, you better look for table scraps to scrape up I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press But homie, I get the paper! ...f**ing stupid