Текст песни Lloyd Banks - Life

(Hook) I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way We came up where the shit goes down Its like we're under a black cloud every day I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes Slip up and get your shit scraped (Verse 1) I ain't here to play around with ya, i'm all grown nigga On a quest to get the cash and the stones bigger I roll in pull the truck up at the store And i'm Ben Franklin-ed up I could pick a couple more Knowin' shit would've been worse if I didn't score Like that old ass hooptee with the different color door If your girls a groupie I done ripped her on the tour She gave me all the coochie then I dished her off to boy I hit the mall for Gucci Ya'll don't want it with me I'm about as raw as sushi And ya small as Snoopy I whip the GT the Azzure is doofie You niggas can't even afford to shoot me When you think of me think of a G, not a pot of gold I'll set the flame to ya, you'll stop, drop and roll The bigger the chief the bigger the spare It ain't lonely at the top all my niggas is here (Hook) I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way We came up where the shit goes down Its like we're under a black cloud every day I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes Slip up and get your shit scraped (Verse 2) I'm ready for whatever Skettys in the leather The games crowded, if you was dead it would be better I'm America's Nightmare, Freddy for the cheddar Let you BM suck me like spaggetti at a dinner Now I ain't got the gators or the curlers but i'm pimpin' When i'm limpin' When i'm rollin' Ridin' slow through the block Now everybodys a rat so lay low from the cops If 5-0 get the drop Everybody gettin' locked Watch your back for the tinted V on the creep And stay cool, there ain't no sympathy on the street Niggas 'll smile up in your face put three in your jeep And if it goes down you won't see him for weeks I still slide through the Collessium for freaks With all the windows down cause the BM is sweet And I sound like the MVP on the beat Nigga do the right thing and you'll be six feet deep (Hook) I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way We came up where the shit goes down Its like we're under a black cloud every day I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes Slip up and get your shit scraped (Verse 3: Spider Loc) I know better than to kill for two letters but I still get the most for the E and the C Seein' me is equivalent to seein' a G If it ain't the four or the deuce that he in the three And thanks to Fif And what ya'll call gangsta shit On his b-day I done bought Lloyd Banks a gift My hood ties strong I done banged that long King Kong in the hood who I'm a blame that on? Nobody cause I done did what it did I did bid after bid ya'll ain't with what i'm with Had me lookin' at twelve so they look like me And the judge just like them so I took my plea I'm no fool fucked up no explanation No insurance, license, or registrations Can't dance to the beat if it ain't my music No chance in these streets if you ain't my Unit GGGGG G Unit (Hook) I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way We came up where the shit goes down Its like we're under a black cloud every day I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes Slip up and get your shit scraped
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