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[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Nigga bein' there is, nothin' bein' reliable is The only thing keepin' Me alive is My kids Check out my highlights in Vietnam with them clips Niggas outside of your windows like peepin' times for them bricks No way to hide, turn a runner on to a cripple stepper My homie luck worse than mine, I know that he's with whatever Too hard to chill, the streets cold as ever, it's snitchin' weather When everybody else breakin' apart, we'll stick together I'm mortalizin' when I meet My makеr, cross the TV A nigga throw paint on my statue, send him up to see mе Come ups ain't easy, this like I'm comin' with a fuckin' freebie Your pups are preme, I'm somethin' freezy, in custom GT Rattles around for sure, watch who you in your circle with Movies keep me from lookin' in, one of my favorite purchases Bless you all with a holy house, in and out of the church with this Karma don't pick a color, head back on my David Berkowitz [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A nigga ever turn his back, deserve to suffer You know the suckers pacin' double facin' loyal motherfuckers Check the pavement, dog, they always sheddin' skin Don't go against the green, that kinda pain'll never end Movin' up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretendin' Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind By the time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin Hell over the holidays, a massacre again [Verse 2: Vado] Rugby sweats and sweaters with turtlenecks Moncler's on a bubble vest, Nike Airs on couple necks Cartier's pink color specs (Yes) Seen so much death, I swear who fuckin' next? (Word) God forbid, shit, make sure I'm fuckin' fresh (God forbid Hof) It's in my DNA to be pushin' the DB8 while duckin' the DEA, for smugglin' in them Frito-lays Flooded, you see, Jose, I mean, Jesus the Jesus face I mean, Ha-choo, like, sneeze away, shit's sicker though the evil way Young VA, son, I've done V8s V1,2 coupe, playin' H.O.V.A (Yes) You can tell, he movin' C.O.C.A Fuckin' all these bitches like "Free? Oh no, we pay!" Niggas gossip, but denied for certain If I don't answer comments, I can't reply, I'm in person (Tell 'em again) Niggas gossip, but denied for certain If I don't answer comments, I can't reply, I'm in person [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Dave East] A nigga ever turn his back, deserve to suffer You know the suckers pacin', double facin' loyal motherfuckers Check the pavement, dog, they always sheddin' skin Don't go against the green, that kinda pain'll never end Movin' up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretendin' Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind By the time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin (You know it) Hell over the holidays, a massacre again (Pablo) [Verse 3: Dave East] As I'm watching every nigga watching me closely If you won't understand me My enemies like the trophies If God done blessed it, it's holy (Blessed) Dead in the middle of little Italy, bullets scribble Hit him 3 times, left his face in the cannoli, Jalen and Jacoby Talking 'bout the game, no longer playing, shit done changed up Hmm, let me change up Slime, Pablo and Banks up (My niggas) Money pros, I hit some banks up (Pros) Hoes come through, they think us Foes hate me for breathin' Can't find me, I'm somewhere way up (Way up) Leave with that on, I'm laid up (Laid up) Bahama Breeze, thinkin' of that .38 That jam that time, I tried to squeeze it Lucky you, calendar say June, that mean another coup (Skrrt) A couple reasons, wakin' up from nightmares of my mother screamin', surrounded by demons Cool with the devil, but run from Jesus I won't start it if I can't complete it Organized, I FTD'd it Since truck jewelry, Nefertiti's You windin' like CeCe (Wilding) Eyes watchin' in the BC, it got him like Beanie [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A nigga ever turn his back, deserve to suffer You know the suckers pacin', double facin' loyal motherfuckers Check the pavement, dog, they always sheddin' skin Don't go against the green, that kinda pain'll never end Movin' up against the odds, it's no surrender, no pretendin' Ain't got nowhere to lean at all, my back against the wind By the time we get to clearin' out, the traffic'll be thin Hell over the holidays, a massacre again