When The Chips Are Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah (Yeah) These niggas wanna see me cause of the way I shine But it ain't that easy to get mine, you get your ass laid down [Chorus] (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Funny how the world revolves around my clique 'Cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit Me and my right hand shared the same outfit Which fueled the fire that I aired The Game out wit' It's amazin' the way the boy came out quick For that platinum niggas'll blow your brain out, shit I'm the new nigga the others can't stand (Uh) The rubber band man, be god damned if I can (Oh!) Let (Oh!) another nigga feel my spot If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill, I'm not Won't stop lettin' that steerin' wheel peel the block [Chorus] (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round [Verse 2: The Game] Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement Nah, I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the Matrix I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent, now I got a face-lift Magazines wanna know where the fuck L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001, I was playin' my PlayStation Heard 9 shots; I'm faced down with my heart pacin' All I could think about was hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up out that coma, police waitin' for a statement [Chorus] (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown, millionaires in my cell phone A year past now, god dead and L gone And I'm sick, bought a chopper with a long clip So think about that before you make ya songs, dick Or lose a limb Please don't get me confused with him 'Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride Every strip, block, the projects is on my side I'm ghetto calm, about a hundred grand on my arm Sick watch, another hundred grand on my charm Broke nigga [Chorus] (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round (Down) The paint is peelin' (Down) When the chips are down (Down) You gotta lose all feelin' (Down) Your head goes round and round