lloyd banks-city of sin Lyrics

hater close your eyes now
picture me rollin
my paper thick
my bitch is swollen
not cause i hit her
i mean she holdin’
hit ’em with this explosion
lift her
slam her
i’m hulk hogan
handing out all these headaches
need a million ibuprofen
blondy and brunette pokin’
a beetle and they can open
they weeded and might be holdin’
don’t feel the a raft of the slum
ain’t no jokes in this game
fuck you laughing at son
the man that’s behind my cult
been lifting up every tree
thank heavens for my results
this is for heavy d
this is my brighter side
rocks get of the lad
carmelo to nyk
blake griffin to lac
you niggas fishing fool
you start no pitch in the rule
i tell your mama you ain’t shit
put the clip on youtube
on that ravishing” rick rude a pile of karats sick jewels i’ve been sick since 16 they sleepin on they fools come around where we lay you’ll see just what we say we sin & we pray and hope that shit be ok i get that dough everyday grab all the weed out the tray roll my troubles away smoking my troubles away out here we die every day it feels like violence the way them nigga hungry as hell and got they eye on the pay i never mind what they say pop the fuckin rozay and drink my troubles away drink my troubles away i talk that shit yes i do you know my wrist is sky blue married the block said i do time to celebrate with my crew seven deep sort of cannon it’s gotta take a part too yellow caution the block make sure they tape ’em out too any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too no ain’t no need for no rushing let’s count that paper out too chillin down in miami bitches fuck on the yacht you niggas stalkin’ my instagram pictures up on the block mad as fuck i can tell greenest stuff on some shelf but if i hit ’em them pussies i know the suckers would tell i’m a menace out here i’m a product of blocks and the hate don’t amount i gets alot of that guap nice resort on the hills quarter mill for the wheel you keep on holla at choppers you better get you some sheild i’m a problem i promise vacate down in the thomas smoking down in the islands my money growing empower i used to dream of these profits same time they feenin to cop it my presence big as a building i put your team in my pocket i’m a bong your wife she takes my semen and swap it them vixens come with a victor i’m like a king on that topic i do this everywhere in/out the town the p’s and the tropics we leave a mess and go chocolate and whip cream when i popped it i stick my chest out to the rift soon as you catch up they switch chrome and metal burn rubber i wood grained decked up the 6 fuck you hatin ass niggas and you hatin ass hoes we ain’t in the same bracket so don’t debate on our flows ’cause i’m so motherfucking high i can touch the sky you have just been outshined by someone that doesn’t try i’m getting red i ain’t got to lift a leg lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg fly i have to go last let us see all you niggas dead torn is for the lessons count my blessings before i hit the bed
banks lloyd”