Lloyd Banks - Mighty Healthy lyrics

[Intro] You know who the f** it is 2018 Two thousand and make cream At Your Request [Verse: Lloyd Banks & Ghostface k**ah] Masked up on my last case Figured no face, no karma Throwin' salt at me Prefer my shade by Dolce Gabbana Rideable, bet the [?] and kinda rotation out of Stamford Nothin' fall for anything Prada replace the dollar Havin' 70s gettin' bent out of shape and I'm a tip-top Want this sh**? Gotta fight to get on like Love & Hip Hop Mary Jane'll tie me up, fell in love with the Ziploc I done seen your true colors for green n***as to flip-flop Hope you take your best shot followed by something tragic Have to show you Cs and I'll spit in your face like a battle rapper sh**, I only hit the weed slow, came up a rabbit clapper Prayed on the God, glow and he gave it to me, tabernacle Never really like [?], hate you, know to my next feed Baguette sleeve A loyal my begger's my pet peeve Time for me to jet, heavy time on the jet skis The dopest supplier, you trippin' to let the connect leave Audacity dissin' veterans puttin' up tanking and numbers Ain't no deuce deuce in yo' boot, them f**in' ankle huggers When we hug these mics we get busy I'm thinkin' "Who is he?" A stupid motherf**er [?] smooth and dumping free work all over to feed the customers Settin' the soundtrack for the realer kind of greatest hustlers Haters to fuel up the fire, doubters to act astounded Smoke for the watches, gorilla glue with the wax around it Dollars to rev up the ops and ammo to back them down with Double bottoms for a** kickin', the black and brown sh**s Certifications debatable, take a fall stay quiet Your fan base ain’t gone save you, you hit the floor stage divin' Fire trail from me flying You takin' off? Brave pilot You makin' moves? Stay silent You crossed the crew's gray island Don't box me into your categories I'm alien Them records, I hear nothin' but fear in 'em Break a chair on 'em I see a n***a dye one more color I disappear again Y'all breedin' b**hes My blade give a cesarean I give it everything I had, another high speed choice Thinkin' "what more do you want from me?" in Tyrese voice All we do is make a it stack the homicide green boys Unnecessary altercations keep the concrete moist I hate makin' sh**, disciplinary though Limited edition lab coat, Louie Supreme collabo' [Outro] For every blow, depends on breath control So it's the first thing you must learn Fortunately it's easy You'll soon learn