Lloyd Banks - Bomb First

AlterEgo · 03-21-2009, 03:30 AM

I wish the worst on them niggas
Wish a Hearst on them niggas
Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up
Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up

I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker
Nigga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that nigga
Nail 'em down at the salon, German Luger to that nigga
Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that nigga
Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab
Haters so predictable, I'll show you how to make 'em mad...make more
Ain't no whistles in this sport, play ball, take 4
I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour
K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit
Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit
Stand up nigga, got my wisdom from a ghetto vet
Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet
Put me on whatever bet, I'm built for that, I never sweat
Please, how you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet
Nigga this is heaven sent, you know what side I represent
South, can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck

I wish the worst on them niggas
Wish a Hearst on them niggas
Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up
Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up

I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' bout the money
Money move the world, make the darkest day feel sunny
Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a taste
Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face
Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas
Fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?
Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my life
Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night
In a industry of motherfuckers I don't even like
Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight
Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite
I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type

I wish the worst on them niggas
Wish a Hearst on them niggas
Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up
Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up

skunkie · 03-25-2009, 05:48 PM

Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab
Haters so predictable, I'll show you how to make 'em mad

nobody fucks with banks right now

03-21-2009, 03:30 AM	#1
AlterEgo Carol City Chief Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Carol City / 305 / Miami / Dade County Posts: 7,224 Repped: 1,049 Repped 1,122 Times in 355 Posts Blog Entries: 1 Neg Reps: 53 Neg Repped at 49 Times in 46 Posts	Lloyd Banks - Bomb First Lloyd Banks - Bomb First I wish the worst on them niggas Wish a Hearst on them niggas Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker Nigga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that nigga Nail 'em down at the salon, German Luger to that nigga Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that nigga Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab Haters so predictable, I'll show you how to make 'em mad...make more Ain't no whistles in this sport, play ball, take 4 I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit Stand up nigga, got my wisdom from a ghetto vet Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet Put me on whatever bet, I'm built for that, I never sweat Please, how you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet Nigga this is heaven sent, you know what side I represent South, can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck I wish the worst on them niggas Wish a Hearst on them niggas Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' bout the money Money move the world, make the darkest day feel sunny Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a taste Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas Fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese? Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my life Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night In a industry of motherfuckers I don't even like Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type I wish the worst on them niggas Wish a Hearst on them niggas Fuck defendin' mine, I'ma bomb first on them niggas Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up Time is up, everybody get a shot, line 'em up Nigga sick of playin' games wit these lames, time to duck Catch him hoppin' out his truck, dead stuck, light em up Last edited by AlterEgo; 03-25-2009 at 06:31 PM.

03-25-2009, 05:48 PM	#2
skunkie You Know What It Is..... Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: Qu€€n$b®idg€ N¥ B!TcH€$! Posts: 2,035 Repped: 162 Repped 1,043 Times in 152 Posts Neg Reps: 1 Neg Repped at 1 Time in 1 Post	Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab Haters so predictable, I'll show you how to make 'em mad nobody fucks with banks right now __________________ "We aint the ones to flex on We always got the sket on Step on, or get 3 to yo head like Stephon" Lloyd Banks

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