1982

Lloyd Banks & Ransom - Rap
1982
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Duration: 3:36
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] My people ain't your ordinary man and woman In 1982, a blessing landed on 'em Then separation came I tried to understand but couldn't Born with everything that I needed then turned around and took it New baby from the Southside, beautiful mornin' The same year Mike Jack dropped Thriller on em A goat is growin', same time a goat's performin' National championship for Michael Jordan For me it's therapy, not just a recordin' Raised in a crime wave, feel the temperature soarin' Terrible nights, made out of wonderful mornings Nike would drop the Air Force 1's, wonder who bought 'em Product changin' on your TV, Letterman talkin' The same year they would drop the CD, replace the Walkman The game is the same, but the names are changin' Often through disruption, corruption, destruction, extortion [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Success is callin' you, the haters hate the sound From the city of the heartless, niggas tryna make it out Shit don't stay the same, the world is changin' now And you ain't gon' get no do-overs, there's no mistakes allowed To get ahead in life, you gotta shake the crowd Dedication's lookin' for you, time for you to take the vow Here's your opportunity to take the crown Am I my brother's keeper? Gotta be, my neighbor's foul [Verse 2: Ransom] In 1982, my pops had the Benz in navy blue When Big Champ had them shootouts with Crazy Lou See, back then, even the runners had Mercedes too Crazy Lou killed Champ and said, look what you made me do Then crack hit the neighborhood, that's when Reagan grew That's when Paid In Full made stacks relatable that's debatable Cause Tony Montana was cast to play the wolf And that's what blacks related to Those traps, we made it through, bless your soul Cause my only X and O's was in Tecmo Bowl Mike was off the wall with that techno soul My brother made it a Thriller with them tecs he sold I bet he cherished every breath he blowed (I bet he did) And when he perished, I eventually showed Couldn't touch none of my growth with a ten-feet pole Made a choice to die on his feet, it's the death he chose [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Success is callin' you, the haters hate the sound From the city of the heartless, niggas tryna make it out Shit don't stay the same, the world is changin' now And you ain't gon' get no do-overs, there's no mistakes allowed To get ahead in life, you gotta shake the crowd Dedication's lookin' for you, time for you to take the vow Here's your opportunity to take the crown Am I my brother's keeper? Gotta be, my neighbor's foul [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I never seen the gossip be important I can never see my friends as enemies, I'm prayin' for 'em The battle starts within first, the brain is warrin' Who do you really earn it for the fame or fortune? Problems weigh into your body, you need a new masseuse Thirty-eight and playin' Bishop, I had too much Juice From where the talent scouts'll lose recruits It's to the point where they really shootin' no room for hoops I'm always up to par, ain't never mad at who produced Doubled back to pick up the pieces, had some screws get loose And I'll be cruisin' coupes, one of the greatest, booth for booth Twenty in and niggas can't outwit me, I'm loser-proof New slaves to habits strong men became a addict Women lost their way along the timeline when Reagan had it Sufferin' from the laws of attraction, cause pain's a magnet Money buys you everything except peace, can't pay to have it [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Success is callin' you, the haters hate the sound From the city of the heartless, niggas tryna make it out Shit don't stay the same, the world is changin' now And you ain't gon' get no do-overs, there's no mistakes allowed To get ahead in life, you gotta shake the crowd Dedication's lookin' for you, time for you to take the vow Here's your opportunity to take the crown Am I my brother's keeper? Gotta be, my neighbor's foul
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Credits
- Writers
- Lloyd Banks
- Ransom
- Cartune Beatz