Lloyd Banks - Super Crack lyrics

[Intro] This crack sh**'s k**ing 'em! This super crack'll get the job done a lot quicker Attention in the spot, Southside in the house Pretty f**in pops when I get topped right on the couch b**h's eyes poppin cause I popped in unannounced I'm fresh straight from the dealer we gon' inhale a whole ounce Full accounts, foreign and clean, bubbly they love me Three at a time jugglin, mink cover the snubby Diamond rings and Blondie flings, I'm fly as Armani wings Crack flow, and I'm on that Marley green, I'm Charlie Sheen Winning~! Turn the V.I.P. into sinning That last round got me spinnin, bet I wake up with these women Lingerie, even bombs away, makeup on the linen Six rounds, revolver day, break her when I did 'em Game spitter, my mind deep, I take these b**h swimmin f** 'em I will forget 'em let the naked pictures get 'em Good chronic for hard livin, and exotic cars driven Bars hittin, start sh**tin when my album start shippin [Chorus] Trip on, we ain't trippin, so much money we tippin b**hes and bottles poppin boy all that fronting's forbidden Benjamins with no limit, spend 'em soon as we get 'em Take 'em back to the future it's feelin like the beginnin I'm back back to the top with it, top with it, drop kitted Drop kitted - e'ry day on that bullsh**, the block did it The block did it... uhh, so I guess I owe you one Then watch how I get some Upgradin lil' gears, gearin up for the summer Spoke is from the winter, been tearin 'em up with the lumber I wonder, if I'll get that feelin before my number's called for me to get under through four seasons of stunna Ain't no need for the punter, create the hit, make it stick Take the flick, frontin flickin ashes out my favorite whip Boom baps and Bentleys makin the neighbors sick They'd rather me in a coffin cause I'm horsin sh** New Year, I'ma bring it in like the old me Frozey, racks by the shelf right where the hoes be We drinkin all night, reflectin on the morning after His girl a beauty, I'm met charmed and autographed her The more the millions of dollars, the more the laughter Four wheelers, Impalas, I'm ballin past ya Only himself can stop him, he got the town poppin Rubber bands snap in our lane and hit the ground droppin [Chorus]