Styles P - Cover Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Ugh! My pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene This the sh** to do when I wake, you've reached my bad dream Stunting early this morning, balling is my caffeine Scattered traces of cream where I was last seen I left the richter with my heart and soul Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole Rolling stone where I parks my home Home at every thing I hit Hit one every day Kick my single sh** In old school flash, I'm lightening on the darkest day One of my views clash I touch a hundred hearts away The Bernard King of the bar ring I sound like no n***a, they mocking our thing Your homie's people doing bad, need an extra plate Hard to follow good direction when you're section eight Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate [Hook: Lloyd Banks] n***a, what you got? Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up Now we cookin', can't be stopped We shook'em, Bentley dropped Speeding against the clock Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out Every body keep it real, how's that? Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back The Devil want me caught up in this trap Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back [Verse 2: Styles P] I been weeded a lot Cause I'm dancing with the Devil And seeing demons a lot My little man Ox probably need his saliva I say I pray. When I'm high Praying God smoke pot My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot That's the Champagne and Cognac wine when it pop Was I blind because I left dope line on the block Or just dollar bill hungry? Fresh clothes addiction! Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the shipment Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game Cause it's tape to a body is lives on the plane Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain - my word And the banks just like my n***a Lloyd On my pretty boy sh**, trying to get it like Flloyd [Hook: Lloyd Banks] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I give a f** about the TV, keep it I get better with time like my CD sequence Before my time you couldn't see me sleeping Ball any f**ing way, peep my 3D weekend You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha My b**hes can't be regular, my mind is super I got them bending in my Karma Sutra Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future This ain't a sprint, you need a lot of years You getting money but nobody cares You trying to make it? Put aside your fears Don't nothing hurt more than your Momma tears But how much is? You can rest your wings sh** was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins Put my body with the rest of Kings k**ing, that's what effort brings Time to F the world, Heffner heifer rings [Hook: Lloyd Banks]