Lloyd Banks - Large On The Streets Freestyle lyrics

Memory drops and blood shed Sour dough, nuff bread In position of power them chumps dead Backstabbers and cowards get trunk beds And violent when unfed, P-L's'll get a challengers bump head Meant it, didn't mean it, shouldn't have said it Insults are remembered, we all looking to set it Don't play with me, you'll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops, beheaded I keep cream, the pistol's my street team Triples on my sweet beam Crystals in my lap, I'm a beach dream The skyscrapers of South Jamaica to foreign paper I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres I knock 7 b**hes down in Vegas Knock 7 pictures down, I'm famous I gotta work Congratulate me with a lot of purp I'm straight as a collar shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt Million-dollar condo windows, my view spotless New watches; can't see over my shoe boxes I hold a big grudge, can't maintain no cool conscience Smooth offense, high middle the news conference New sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em Ten orgasm's more they gon powder six ones She ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system On cloud nine I smoke like a politician Southside yelling at every rhyme I'm spitting Popeyes and long sides from rides driven Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now Product of the same neighborhood, hope that don't let him down Dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loco Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow Gardener with the Rose Gold Him with the platinum crush ice If your nose colds, train em with the raps Dirty boxer with the low blows Famous from my tats Keep straps for you and so so Flat line, I put a MC to rest Chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F They gave me something that's mine and feel like I need to rest Middle of summers my shine and bricks of reefer stress I got 'em hoppin' out of character My gun caliber, will lift a babbler Bars as hot as Africa Karma's a trafficker, challengers a root statistic Pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it My ups and downs got me looking at these b**hes different (f** 'em) Staring at my dad in these pictures twisted I ain't ya normal, I'm on my sh** terrific I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket Big baller call you I hope it's on you Lord knows a n***a push me I set ‘em on wheels, all you get is midget p**y Cookies with you pop snatched I pop back Radio hijack get it all before I die rap My contacts help you dragging my soundtrack Border built for combat 2010 and beyond that