Land of Opportunity

Lyrics

[Intro: Miss Anthropy] Desperate to be found And blood stains all around My stupid bust thought the lure would be enough You ain't seen nothing yet [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'm always planted, couldn't push me down a hill I double numbers on up-and-comers, you rookies gotta chill Broke a classic off sour power, it whoop me out a mill Life's a bitch and still crowd around her, that pussy got a shield Pack an island on half my talent, your calendar is clear Black medallion I'm back to stylin', imbalance your career Nigga, miss me by the argument, left that in my 20's 100's and 50's all I bargain with, still baggin' up money, dummy I'm stereo trips Name me your guardian, superior wrist Play me you'll starve again, Canary the fist Raise me a problem, don't compare me to shit Came from the bottom, bodies there on the strip Brand me a column, probably here I'ma quit Grammy asylum, bottom tears on my shit Candy in Harlem, rocket flares on my whip The profit handlin' clique You out here scammin' a trick You sneaky thievin', chop your hand you get slick Then rock you sleepy, drop the bands on your fit [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You getting to it, you don't talk about it The trouble comes it ain't no walk around it Why you think the morgue is crowded? Don't get your body chalk around it How in the land of opportunity, when niggas tryna' ruin me? Don't make us type your eulogy Class in session, pay your student fee They eyein' all your jewelry What your problems got to do with me? You baggin', I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually [Verse 2: Styles P] Yeah, back at it with banks Reverse camera on, I back out of the bank No withdrawals, just depositing I ain't get this plug on Twitter, but I'ma follow 'em And what your problems got to do with me? (WHAT?) And why the fuck you screwing me? I kill 'em then, go on read his eulogy I got beef, I don't talk about it (Shhh!) Put the hawk up in 'em, spin 'it, pull the hawk up out 'em Pull the whip on the strip, niggas'll gawk about her Never stick your dick in a chick and bitch'll squawk about it Why these bitches wanna ruin me? Probably 'cause I'm speaking money fluently (I speak money) And this the land of opportunity I told Banks I get G's by the unit, B All I need is Yayo, ain't nothing they can do with me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You getting to it, you don't talk about it The trouble comes it ain't no walk around it Why you think the morgue is crowded? Don't get your body chalk around it How in the land of opportunity, when niggas tryna' ruin me? Don't make us type your eulogy Class in session, pay your student fee They eyein' all your jewelry What your problems got to do with me? You baggin', I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Nothing reminds me of the grimy, time to call the quits As soon as I fix 'em, bend off revenge, alcoholic twitch Popular kid went sloppy, handin off enormous bricks Invitation and forces missed followed by performance slips Uh, New York diesel and California flips The figures transformin', destiny's callin' your normal piss Stompin' the standards I set, skippin' the portal list 20 fucking years on the set, ditchin' the spoiled bitch Stuck on a new beginnin', my fucks in that toolie spinnin' Line up with the rule of the willing Die tough and the movie ending Bendin' these corners with the piece out, you panickin', uh Play with the money, knock 20 teeth out your camera grin Breaking the borders, all the channelin' I promised my conscience I'll be the man again And shock you out your ambien Impostors die, the family wins, I'm pocket-sizin' champions Rock-a-bye'n panties and the bopper slide the hammers in [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You getting to it, you don't talk about it The trouble comes it ain't no walk around it Why you think the morgue is crowded? Don't get your body chalk around it How in the land of opportunity, when niggas tryna' ruin me? Don't make us type your eulogy Class in session, pay your student fee They eyein' all your jewelry What your problems got to do with me? You baggin', I ain't heard a thing, money hollers usually