Lyrics Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks

Take 'Em to War

Uh! Bury me with my enemies

Dead and gone they remember me wasn't me in the dirt nigga!!!!

Power hold the show power in the P's

Money bring fleas, and crack put palm queens on these

Genetics like the jeans on fiends

Dirty, I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens

Early, I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes

Pearly, necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly

Life flies when it push you to the limit

Fuck just gettin by that's no way to live it

What the fuck do you take me for?!

Try to take somethin you'll be layin on the floor

It's alot, missed comrades is breathin then before

I rules a nigga everytime I leave out on the tour

He don't even respect war bullets squeezin out the four

Heaven's door gotta be better than anything we've seen before

Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war

Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?!

Eye for an eye time to even up the score

I rather be not here than hungry

I'm sick when I'm not near my money

They want me to lose but I'm a win

I made it there before and I'm a make it there again

Uhh, bullshit kept to a minimum

Come at me all subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight

You need a M-F miracle, a Saddam bomb lyrical

Somethin chemical, hungry enough to scrape plates

A sure shotter, and rule sour, the mall's ours

The whores crowd us for 24 hours

Ignore cowards, stuntin, one of my superpowers

Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylish

Used to violence, old beef, and new medallions

You been drownin, I'm flyin en route to island

She want a soldier on the front, one of the new batallion

The car's German, the paint's black, the shoe's Italian

I don't cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whylin

No need for a stylist, I'm already stylin

Profilin jealousy and crowd pilin

Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain't nobody smilin

Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war

Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?!

Eye for an eye time to even up the score

I rather be not here than hungry

I'm sick when I'm not near my money

They want me to lose but I'm a win

I made it there before and I'm a make it there again

(It's G-Unit, we back nigga! YEAH~!)

Rainman, Hoffman

211 Range, bad bitch coughin

Good weed, expel out my lungs

Re-up on the rizzy 'fore I'm done

Cocaine pitchin, city code faCts

B.M. broke a thirty, give you the chils, Biggie quote that (Biggie!)

Robin Leech tour, condo on the board wall

211 extract wall, make the girls talk

Earn mad sticks, five thousand on the Blazer

Disrespect, the head turn a nigga chaser

The difference between me and you is

You Mel Gibson with your bitch, and I'm a pimp

My Fonzerelli Fel make the hoes drool

Candy paint drippin off the old school

So don't merge in my lane

L, chopper, or the game, I build a tunnel for the 'cane

Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war

Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?!

Eye for an eye time to even up the score

I rather be not here than hungry

I'm sick when I'm not near my money

They want me to lose but I'm a win

I made it there before and I'm a make it there again