The Plague

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Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

The Plague

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[Intro: The Rock sample + DJ Drama] You rap to me? You RAP to ME? You address me in the form of rap All or nothing! [Verse] There ain't a MC that can see him They take me out, see my ghost in the Colosseum I bring you through doors while I'm proceedin' Fog up the Deagan, major weed smoke, screamin' I've been sent here, the style I'm kickin' next year Few thousand on my sweat wear, meanwhile I never slept, yeah! New island, I'm on jet gear True, violent, you get left there Or sour dreams, see my respect clear Tossin' CD's, Frisbee the fresh pair Million dollar mami, probably have her later The killers on your hottie body, South Jamaica Weed, shottys, 2 0 12, party like the mayor You dummy's gave me a shot, now I'ma player Play your cards right, you'll eat with the God It's complicated, thousand features involved They money hungry and my sneakers a prob' Pin sprayin', on the beach with your broad The slutty crew came Each and every poppin' And we keepin' 'em all Hero in a hoodie, hard to dodge attention The leader of your lynchin' Don of the benches Hard days spendin' every night like it's a party Chip on my Fendi shoulder, take it out on everybody Back off vacation and you're hella sloppy Don't ever spar me, that's Grimm Take out who led the army (Uh!) King liftin' up the world, got your queen to spot me You livin' shady, to see my vision you need Versace (Yeah!) I start my morning off with three Vanillas (Vanillas!) They rollin' up for me, not even jealous Rounds of energy Son of a leaders merits Tell them niggas I rule 'em, school 'em, they need the credits Who knew that I'd be tendin', gem in a Yank' fitted Got my first check, Usain Bolt to the bank with it Shorty with me, Banks hit it Drop split, plank visits Backward you never go, rebel livin' to great limits (Uh!) It's A.O.N, dawg, I gotta win Time to bring this motherfucker down again I see you up, yeah nigga, F.N.O Gettin' faded everyday 'cause you never know My name will live on I could never die Southside niggas, gotta let us by Rich anyway, money by any means Back to doing my thing Signing the fuck out, Queens!

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Credits

Writers
  • Formula 2
  • Lloyd Banks