lloyd banks-show discipline Lyrics

whooooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
uh! – you niggas couldn’t do me shit
the best thing moving
i make you drool each whip. – seven letter out the cheddar!
get the tooly ships’ slug proof leather
got the coogi fit. – y’all fightin’ over scraps. look at the bright side; i’m lightnin’ on a track
like tyson on a mat. – i’ll smile right in ya face
and knife you in the back. you pekaboo kind – so keep ya two.9’s
they all gonna drown in shit
creek and do time. if you can’t make a hit record
do crime!
cause it’ll pop you and any protection you find. him
him and the nigga next to him dyin’
war wound sufferin’
neck and chin flyin’. how the fuck new york fell off
when i’m climbing?!
grindin’! – sun is shinin’
a hundred diamonds
the problem
is niggas rhymin’
it’s all common. that’s when i bomb him! – bin laden
saddam him – harm him
dumb as his pops
took off the condom. – i should let em’ rob him. cut ’em in his tissue
watch him tear like scharmins
send him off to sharpton! – i’m golf cartin. you in the apartment
with no carpet
it’s cold as the supermarket
nigga! – my pants poppin’ out with bread
pistol poppin out’! – system knockin” like the feds. lunch for breakfast when i’m hoppin’ out the bed stockin’ on my head thinkin’ how can i get fed? i get dressed match the whip with the fit all white button up six’ with the kit. when from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack! the biggest nigga ballin’ since shaq! hoes on my sillouette so the tints black cross me; you get a contract! – you know combat! yellow tape where ya moms at? and i know you niggas dont want that. ayo! – the mini 14 got a red beam i watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene. dream gorilla! – ‘fical killa! we can beef like beanie in bounty killa. i’m that nigga! – colgate bent – gleam thrilla ride through brownsville hand on my trigga. i don’t care if you dope sick or 4 months i’m tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months! i got that piff and that daddy mayne all in one blunt – and that 5th and that cadi man in case you wanna stunt i’m on that big wheel john shit! fuck all you haters! – that liquid bomb shit that they make in al qeada. brand new gators! shirt’s armani. – dope from the africans {whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo} coke from the papis i’m in the streets! {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } y’all in the street wiiild – eatin’ seadweed lookin’ gay in mr. chou’s y’all niggas ain’t bold enough! y’all hearts ain’t cold enough! i’m in the hood like golden crust! squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts put some bass in ya voice when you talkin’ to us! – yeah nigga! lloyd bank$ nigga! tony yayo! “rotten apple” nigga! it’s a hostile take-over if you ain’t know man. new york city! the unit is back! puttin’ that work in nigga!”