lloyd banks-i don’t break Lyrics

yeah
queens
yeah
queens
fuck the limelight and the streamers
i influence the dreamers
think like a genius
and whiz it like arenus
i got the ninas
one shot gun
the other ones by the penis
only balls come between us
hes a million fish in the water and i’m workin’ the waves
man my g will make a nerd lady open her legs
and if hip hops dead i’m the shot cups
like the system out the fan only the top cut
pop what?
pop open
get popped on
kind of like hot corn
by throwin’ ya block on
a quarter mill of rock on
heated seats i’m long
i’m strong
rap don
icon
slash pipe bomb
to get my right hand back
i give my right arm
gangstas don’t mourn all night long
right
wrong
now the industry is shakey as ever
and everybody ass kissin’ ain’t makin’ it better
lifes a bitch don’t let her
slow down your cheddar
you win some
you lose some go down? no never
whatever
ain’t shit really changed niggas still actin’
if you really had that many bricks you’d be still trappin’
you must’ve got dummy all fitted
man fuck a rap buddy any one of ya’ll can get it
all money ain’t good money but i want it
you can give me a blood diamond with blood on it
i’ll wipe the blood off it
clean it and cut it ’till it shine then floss it
i’m on my new york shit
i was told somewhere down the line i lost it
and i had to raise my hand they forced it
its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound
something just went down
its hot out there
its hot out there yeah
my cell phones ringin’
my blueberry is singin’
and the messages is filled with: hey” i don’t read i don’t read i don’t read haters can’t stand it but i’m g unit branded thats what i ride for go in the can with don’t run up on me with the van dam shit all mean muggin’ when you really a fan shit i rather go out in the blazer uh fuck it bury me in a benz with big rims a pair of black timbs and the beverly twins money a mac-10 and the heaviest gem in nineteen-eighty two i came through bird’s eye view in a cortez shoe south side nigga nigga who the fuck are you? you in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin’ i can do next time bring ya thing matter fact bring two niggas is all waitin’ for dreams to come true i lost half a crew before i turned twenty-two so i live life doin’ whatever i want to do my cell phones ringin’ my blueberry is singin’ and the messages is filled with: “hey” i don’t read i don’t read i don’t read its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound something just went down its hot out there its hot out there yeah”