Pump Pump Freestyle

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 80's baby, product of the era with the stem I got a core don't need no raps from no rapper, got that from Em' I freeze the world with all these white lines, shit[--------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend----------] [--------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend----------] [--------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend----------] [--------The P.L.K is too fast to comprehend----------] Winnin', you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lack within Corny nigga's shakin' in they slims on live radio Kill 'em on my lonely, corny, 45, [?] flow Figure four feet, Louie sneaks with the navy sole Potent tags for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold Uh! I'm kickin' bitches out with style Never talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd Shit i'm tired of pitchin', hit the strippers with a thou' like.. BOW! Check out my player lifestyle They know I mean it, caught on quick, ain't gotta say it twice now I hit the ink and drop — , it hit and bring my lifestyle Ain't nobody seein' me, all I see is (seize) opportunity Pain, power and passion, pourin' out me since puberty Aye, yo, you don't want the glory? [ ? ] my community Flyin' border you saw me, shawty with all of my jewellery Callin' me usually, 40 's go to the family, yo Somethin' in the water, goons will kill you for a cameo Where the money go, the candy go Understand me though Bunch of models up, you got everyone on your camera roll [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I'm in the club, got them killa' niggas with me I need 50… bottles, 50 models as thick as Nicki Southside in the club with me And my nigga Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14 Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown Got the beam on the strap when I swing round DaVinci down, my belt H-Town Hermed shit, hold the tray down I used to move work on a greyhound In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat , 62 all up in the ass crack I flipped that, then I call my connect back My baby gotta eat, I need Similac Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax [Verse 3: Young Buck] Fuck what I been through, yeah I'm goin' through it, and no-one do it better though And everything in my past, I had to let it go From my arrest raids up until my essays Let's just say my nigga', my debt's paid There's one stage and one mic But the money still green and the bricks white Check in muthafuckers while I take flight I never seen nothin' money can't make right No manager, been managing my own Nanna callin' my phone and the damage is gone This shit crazy, too late cuz the camera's on This shit amazing, rappers get the stamina goin' You get the line? Talkin' bout the shells that they buyin' And the jets that they flyin', he ain't neva got a dime like me The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ain't you and the partner we see