Styles P - Predator lyrics

[Hook] The sky is gray Its like this everyday The town is full of predators Dont turn into the prey I Flip a million out of nothing Make them feel a certain way Hoping that this swisher Puts me in a purple haze I got my eyes on the money The only reason I'm gonna keep goin' And I am back in the zone and its funny Chronic bag the cologne Another half and I'm gone Hope the sh** in my pome Don't become me [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Horses like the derby, how I'm on my pace Speakers booming, trunk knocking like a room of apes I'm spinning donuts, give me too much space Like the abducted, how I do my tapes Get on the gate, I want it all like Deebo Million dollar people He gonn' cry when I get in the car Vroom Vroom, see you at the top I'm always clubbing I don't see you alot In rocks, golden onyx Bumblebee with the watch Son be talking reckless, cause son gon' be with the cops I got the one and two slot, you'll be number three when I stop I got the b**hes in shock, They going full above it, p**y popping B. Hopkins, Go bar for bar whatever hook he dropping She jocking, she in the car with me, she take me shopping She tricking, heir to the corner cuz the hood be watching They boxed in, with no option above to rob the most Balling like a motherf**er, living out my fathers hopes [Hook] [Verse 2: Styles P] All the folks used to think I was a piece of sh** Used to be crack money, then I got my sneakers With my eyes on the prize, don't you even try to peek at it I ain't just holding this gun, n***a I sleep with it Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside Gangsta n***as will vouch on how I put it down, Outside Now its room service for dinner And I ain't in the telly, I'm at home, I'm a winner You ain't Bruce Lee, and I ain't the dragon that will end up in your home In an Audi wagon holding on the chrome My n***as lift weight like its barbells All I know is entrepreneurs, models, and cartels Athletes, Actors, My n***as that will break your back in half And leave you a card for a chiropractor Me and Banks got our eyes on the banks You f**ing with the sharks, cmon and dive in the tank Waddup [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I'm the best thing God made after he made beats I don't sleep, I'm going over my Hall of Fame speech First off, I wanna thanks my fans, and thank my haters And thanks their girls for wanting to give the gangstas favors A baby born soft, we beat the candy out him Lil man land on his pops, now that's a family problem The summers gone, I still be kicking where it's sunny Let my tombstone read: Gone, getting to the money Let the bird get the crumb, Don't trick a panty or then diss him Henessy to the ground, hope my enemies don't get none Shooter in all black, but he speaking with the mac You run up on me sideways, you'll be planking on your back Benzes from the benches, Benjy Franklins all for rap Cold grimmy b**hes, which junks the cause of clap Out the country, thousand pictures, then took them New York and back Lashing out the competition, the shook them right off the map [Hook]