Lloyd Banks – Lloyd Banks Lyrics

I don’t know what the f**k going on
Uh! Halloween Havoc

(Verse 1 – Lloyd Banks)
Uh, I let the hood take the most of me
Can’t wait to make it out though this is destiny
Feel like something’s protecting me
Still one of the best to be added onto the recipe
I’m humble, don’t scheme, we ain’t the ones to blow steam pressure for legacies
The bottom line is, always picture me in the rafters
Dodging the evil traps hoping the grip don’t snatch us
Uh! Cities I’ve come to manage, need my name carved everywhere
Coolest engine on the planet
Making it rain underhanded
Here’s the darker side
Put here to get larger as my heart divides
Crack the concrete parks cries, spark your rides
Park your eyes, your stories all been lies
Foreign rides, grip on my side
Don’t like how they judge it then pour in lies
I am arguably the flow that fathered three
In charge of thee legion that MC hard has caught to be
Legends don’t fall asleep
Born with a brick on me, haunted by history
Promised efficiency, my clique should be
Lift up all this heat, burns to the sixth degree

(Chorus – Lloyd Banks)
Yeah! Ain’t nothing left to do but win
Back against the wall already make it you’d be cool again
The paper’s were the rulers been
Shout out to the hood and all the real ni**as tuning in
Nowadays you won’t know who’s your friend
Separate me from what used to be, I got nothing to do with it
But got something to prove again
Me against the globe sour blunt roll

(Verse 2 – Lloyd Banks)
Uh! Visions of me hanging, ridiculous imagination
Don’t hold your breath, these money steps make me 6-8
When I awake there’s record breaking
Talk is hurt, land slide and then peasant shaking
Feathers waving on my top ten picks
I pull the greatest out the pot
Blend six, system reloaded
Your behaviour says a lot, been flipped just to be noticed
Son delivers like the first time
Shout out to Saga, raised me winning cigars
That compliments stars, butt out the maybes
Panic raising normally, two wrongs would be just fitting
Mingle them majority, new swords would be just chilling
In the next few years you hearing classics out ya building
All for the love of dope, liqueur, chronic
And when I hit store I fall in love again
Envision me striking it, doubling writing them troublesome
Shot off right out the struggle son, know where I’m coming from
Green motive out the gate
Or start they hammer at the game like Golden State

(Repeat Chorus)