Lloyd Banks - We Remain lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - We Remain lyrics

[Verse 1:] Yeah... I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my dream Most the sh** I love is lost through sickness and magazine, Queens Cali green, clean, panoramic beam Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can't be seen, mean Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen The kids see me and scream like I'm sellin' ice cream, dice king Gangster till I'm walkin' with a walker I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her You'll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I'm everything that you ain't, uh Chinchilla k**er, n***a splash me with the paint, he stomped Any club I'm in I'm conf', f** the competition Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin' Listen I will not be locked down and you're on p**y prison And if you livin' like I'm livin' then you live it up Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don't give a f**... [Bridge:] Now what it is, stayin' s**er free tryna live Kindness is, took for weakness, f** 'em all, mind my biz Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto... [Verse 2:] Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini When you see me it's a half a milli easy, rap need me I'm so fly, I'm so greasy, and my arm and ears are freezy Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini, haha... Easy... fallaci in the 'cuzzi An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I'm woozy Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci n***a sue me, see me when I see ya When I sh** as diarrhea, f-follow the leader Flip, I own a heater, I ain't for fakin' either White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit That girl you with, broke her f**in' neck when she saw the clique Real baller sh**, holiday stuntin' I start my engine with a bu*ton close my door with a bu*ton, yeah... [Bridge:] Paper stackin' up so I don't need a thang The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame Other crews come and go, we remain You can see them other n***az, n***az can't see the game... [Outro:] Nah... This that V5... Top five dead or alive... Uh... Yeah... Southside I see you... Northside I see you... Up top I see you... Down South I see you... G-G-G-G-G G-UNITTTT... !