Lloyd Banks - Misery lyrics

[Verse 1 :LLoyd Banks] Spendin' This Cake like im Hoopin' Im a Basket Case Guardin' the Bank is a Long shot with Masking Tape This my f**in' Year Dog New n***as gon' have to Wait Bad b**hes and addresses, a bachelor's fate My shades Seven, My Chain Dumb , My Jacket Eight Racks on the peddle yellow Bezel cause it match the plates Banks Stick and move Boy , you blockin like winky wright Ill have her on the sink with a wink n***a you blink she pipe Jewler Got my neck, Wrist, and pinky bright Shorty you ain't thinkin' like im thinkin' you ain't thinkin' right Picture Me summer time wheelin' chrome huntin' something pretty down with the k**a dome Different women every night but I'm still alone I don't need the she-say f**in' up my chillin' zone Two doors and j**els Half a million shown Get her in the villa and im feeling on her silicone That girl ain't sh** if he knew he probably split a bone Married so she mops me off in the car when her n***a home Wet and wild groupie lovin in the tub bent countin' so much money up I dun rubbed off a thumb print I'm about a buck pimp soft leather tough bent im a trip to the movies every one in the club went I'm cookin' up a plot to get the wuap Brought my enterprise in the spot then set up shop [Hook] You n***as playin', I'm just sayin' You ain't gonna get no help out here, you make the bed you lay in n***as tried to push me out, I'mma make my way in Sour D and Kush me out and I'm stayin' You know there ain't nothin free; if you here, then you payin' You really shouldn't f** with me If you stare then I'm sprayin' Misery loves company, so we gonna put your name in Once a snake, always fake, no explanin' [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Everybody's petty for the feddi you get buried Ain't nobody worried we done been to hell and back Boat, plane, helicopter, let my soul propel the track n***as barkin' hardly flossin'just a soldier selling packs Cult full of lyricists k**in' sh** I'm the mastermind ‘99 prepared buzz here like I traveled back in time Everybody rappin' like they ridin' I'm the traffic bomb Tick tick boom on ya playa, who you pa**in' on? Sure to pa** ‘em when I beat it I ain't greedy either Send Mac slip the lil' homies DVD it G's by the 40 got ya shorty actin' naughty League full of shooters that's lookin' to score before me b**h you know I'm sporty j**elry gaudy when you saw me Only swim with the cap it ain't mine take me to Maury The goons got love for me pop the stories out ya baldy Hope it's worth a mil' maybe more when you record me [Hook]