End of an Era Freestyle

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Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

End of an Era Freestyle

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[Intro] Uh Banks Check it [Verse] Yo Ringin' on your line like what's your favorite scary movie Terrorizin' here to Sydney, tap your kidney with the toolie I'ma need my fucking money like Sal was told by Mookie Have you jumpin' out the windows, hoppin' fences like the Stucci's Box cutter tucker back when IB had the snoopy Nigga miss me with them deuces, take a shotty blast to move me Known to make it gloomy won't be honored when they choose me I survived the gunfire, fuck a comment gon' do to me We don't go for threats so watch the way you talk around me Better pump your fucking breaks I'll have to park you like Jabari Yeah y'all came in like gorillas 'til they stomped you out the party Trying to show off for these bitches playing sponsor out here prolly' Shit I never had a time for hatin', toast for domination Threesomes for minuscule purposes, blend the chronic cases Made it from the underground, wrote all my names around the basement VVS target practice, rays aimin' out the bracelet Been the nicest, niggas pretend and ain't gon' acknowledge it The one your local MC secretly got a problem with Magnum fully loaded, still leftovers from my rookie clip Professional curver, BMW had me pussy whipped Patience thinner than your passport, you never took the trip My mirror took in memories, flashbacks when I look at it You freezin' out here, tryin' to find a loophole, too cold Told my jeweler, like my timepieces two tone, blue gold Shit be changin' every day, I'm Mr News though, new code Ate the cheddar, got the cover of the crew blown, you told Outages from me shocking the world, that's black energy You ball they wanna lock niggas up, like Pat Beverley Last CD was 45 casings, I'm back Desert E' Godly pass to all my receivers, mental telepathy Raise the complexity it takes longer to get things, baow! Bullet wound in ya size of NBA 'chip rings, wow! Under machines it becomes easier to gas all, Paow! Shooting for the stars you tryin' to block the shot uhh, foul! Sometimes I resurrect my old style Never changed when they changed up then and I won't now [Outro] Yeah At Your Request

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  • Lloyd Banks