Lloyd Banks - Drop 5 Lyrics

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Keep talkin' that talk 'til we catch you out there and tint your lids
I put all my focus on a new way to balloons the kids
There ain't enough accolades to cover the shit we did
All grown up and showed them we own the net, but I'm disinterested
When it comes to rated R shit, I'm doublin' back like Mr. Big
Worry 'bout family ties 'cause my cousin'll smack you with the SIG
Stumblin' backwards, split yo' wig, humblin' bastards, fist the jig
I don't even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is
Party stairs and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears
My sons' are dissin' me, mad as hell when a car seat takes stairs
I trump these niggas, eight tiers, apply the pressure, shake peers
Faced all my fears, seein' my nickname on the marquee, great years
Ears to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife
Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded, growin', it's culture heist
Livin' in danger most my life, could've just stopped, I chose my vice
Puttin' this work to make sure I'm buried in ice

You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit'll be forgiven
Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin'
Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison
This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead
I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just tryin' to get by
You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side
Nobody's hidin' whenever you come around, we outside
Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five

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The name will always hold weight, I'll leave it to little Chris
You bitch, I'm killin' this for you, diss me, do your due diligence
Industry playin' experiments, damn, I wish you were still a fan
Starter for twenty years, on the average they out, they will all bench
Call me, you find the realest stench, I've been the shit
I'm still convinced, my penmanship, dismember shit
I've been feedin' this game since I entered it
Back, since you mentioned it, wonderin' where the tension went
Niggas fuckin' up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags
Smokin' and drinkin' 'til it made me ill, prayin' for God to take the wheel
My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill
Be cool your honor, I'm movin' commas, excuse your partner
A true provider, in blue Gabbana, the coupe's designer
My pools piranha, I lose the drama in Punta Cana
There's never a question on who's the rider, remove the timer
Life is a bitch, won't make excuses out her, persevere
Piece of cake when your purposes clear
Second time I've been cursed this year

You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit'll be forgiven
Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin'
Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison
This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead
I need my kids to live fly, I'm not just tryin' to get by
You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side
Nobody's hidin' whenever you come around, we outside
Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five