Lloyd Banks Die One Day Lyrics

I keep my hip on pound
case s___ gets hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause thats how real n____s get down (gea)
If it wasnt for 50 I probably wouldnt be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and Ill lay a n____ down (whoo)
Its f___ed up when youre only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fools pants
Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I dont like surprises
When you hot as an oven they embrace you with open arms
When you cold as a freezer n____s treat you like they dont need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite the hand that feed ya (uh)
Never mind all the haters f___em all let them die slow
All I need is my n____s, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)

[CHORUS x2]

Everybody gon die one day
Whether its natural cause it's a gunplay
But f___in with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

[VERSE 2]

Don't blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don't feed a b____
or need a b____
I stay there when I need a b____
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I dont trick addidas b____(whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether its fast or slow
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the bag
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The legit citizenship my clique is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These m_________as will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a n____ hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (d___)
Im the #1 draft pick none of yall are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you aint dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love on my city
They f___in with me and Im f___in with them
n____ G-Unit till the end (Gea)

[CHORUS x2]

[Lloyd Banks]

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me resort to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) n____.. (n____)

Yeee..

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