Paroles The Shitty City de Lloyd Banks

Textes et Paroles de The Shitty City

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Intro:]
Whoooooooooo!

[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Ladies and gentlemen...
Allow me to introduce you to...
The boy that bring the chedda in...
When you thought they was used to you... {DAMN! }
Nigga just when you thought it was safe I came back (uh!)
Brand new track! - Mack [gun cocks] and made that! [blast]

[Lloyd Bank$]
Uh! - Hey sorry for the weeks you had
I know these other albums that made you mad. (uh!)
You ain't heard me this raw since +The Hunger For More+ (uh!)
The player haterz don't want the Boywonder to score. (fuck!)
If you can't take the fouls get the hell up out the game (uh!)
Cause that comes with it when you yellin' out my name, (what?)
Duke couldn't cope with the pressure or handle wall of fame! (uh!)
Fell in love with a stripper - like T-Pain! (haha!)
I'm foc-us-ing, dudes so lame, what's his name? (uh!)
I don't remember! - He went as fast as he came! (whoo!)
Buck know the story you can ask him the same (yeah!)
He used to get his tip on - his ass is a flame! (yeah!) {DAMN! }
I got a statue on my neck so if the talks come through
And I gotta leave out the country New York comes too. (New York comes too)
Enough with all the talkin' about what you gon' do
We got those too! - Nigga you old school! [gunshot] {NON STOP! }
You shakin' in your shoes like you seen the dead (yeah!)
Probably gotta sleep and moan now cause you pee the bed. [sniiiiiiiff]
I don't come with excuses I bring the heat instead [gun cocks]
Catch him comin' out the radio station and paint his head! [blast] {HAHA! }
You turn jelly when you start to do your thing and ya (thing and ya!)
Blowin' 20s, now Martin Luther King! (uh!)
Especially when your blue rocks sparkle and they bling (uh!)
I looked like I rubbed magic marker on the ring. (uuuuuuuuuuuu-ooooooohhhh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
Nigga my crew colour champagne solar
With more whips than a slave owner. (uh-huh!) - I drop game on ya! (uh-huh!)
I came up with the water leakin' (yeeah!)
The half black half Puerto Rican! - Ready for all the beefin'! (yeah!)
I watched who you beefed with niggaz'll call a precinct (uh-huh!)
And you be headed outta town this weekend. (yeah!) {WHOO! }
Everythin' that glitters ain' gold! - This platinum!
Made nigga don't deserve to get punched - just smack him! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Every bitch don't deserve to get lunch. - Jus Mack 'em! (damn!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
She's only puttin' up with my shit cause I'm rappin'! (I know!)
And everybody know the young boy stackin' (yeeah!)
And Spider ridin' around with the Glock! [gun cocks, gunshot] {DAMN! }

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Guns and ammo kid I damage shit, (shit...)
Be careful how you mention me! (mention me...)
Nigga when that Hammer spit, [blast]
The Nozzle's lit - take cover by a car or tree. {DAMN! }

[50 Cent:]
I come through your hood - they see me with my whoo-bop-pop
Walkin' strapped! [2 gun cocks] - Now I wanna see who's shit talkin'
Cause I rap and they rap it ain't the same
Till I snap and I clap and blow out his brains {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I'm still hungry nigga! [blast] - I'll come for you boyy!
What you think the gloves the mask and the ducktape for
Probably homicide still flashin' my flick,
My allaby air tight so GET OFF MY DICK!
Look now I know my rights I'm pleadin' Fif'
And I kick your ass you hit me with that stick. {PRETTY SHA! }
I'm sorry Mr. Officer the blocks locked down,
Your partners been hit. - He layin' on the ground.
His lil' Vest couldn't stop a' AK round! [automatic gunshots]
If it was a .38 or a Tre Pound [gunshot]
A nickle .fo'-fo' he'll still be around. {DAMN! }
He on the corner more than me his heart hangin' out!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
OOHHH!
GGG-GGG G-UNit!
Nigga!
It's 50! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! }
Ahh man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Ha!
Yeeesssss!
Whooohooo! {+MO MONEY+! }
Ahhhuummmmmm!
I'm feelin it!
Bank$ I can feel the money comin'...
Hahaha!
They thought it was over... It's gonna get worse!
Hahaha!
You know I'm startin' to feel like...
I don't have to think no more to do this shit!
See that? ! [gunshot]
DAMN!

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