broke the bonds of earth somehow Here for eternity A piece of you is part of me I know you'll never leave Cos like a primitive I do believe I have you
Tradução: Tony Banks. Un pedazo de ti.
same [Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is witcha' When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walking with a snub Cause niggaz
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap shit plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight
ya with a pillow when you fall asleep Your records can't sell, your company is buyin' em Give it up, Burger King is hirin' You shoulda been a cop, cause you snitch a
Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do
Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he scared to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a
Medallion(Dam) Real Bomb Bitch Wita Ass Lika Stallion (Whoo) Its A Dream Its A Dream Its All A Dream (Yeeea) I Get Some Coke Get Some Pistols N Build
now all of a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton, in a white house wit toys of traction, uppercussion, ya may wanna take a second look, you can find me
you need a lawyer You got problems and you need to solve 'em You shouldn't of sampled wouldn't of had dem problems If you'd have played your own shit You
a sudden I look good as Toni Braxton In a white house wit toys of traction Up-percussion, ya may wanna take a second look You can find me in the Florida
fluid My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10 Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben [Muder Mase - Verse 3] You know you messin' with a nigga that do this
wrong culprit, the killer be the soft spoken So what's ya intentions, you want to glow for the moment? Throw on ya two pennys then you boltin I rock
- Lloyd Banks] How many of them boys is with ya When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas
Banks was puttin out classics, A hundred shots, a hundred clips, y'all ready to die, Fat Joe ain't a gangsta, he afraid to fly, Automatic mossberg, who want a piece
ghost of Eazy-E, and you can try and snatch my chain if you think your a stunt man, i'll put you in hard bottoms like you work for jumpman. You want
when I spit You hear more ouus, then a skip to my lil' move at the rucka Thank God for given Banks the gift, you think that bandana Makes you look gangsta but all I see is a
Thank you) I love you all with all that's left of me. (Thank you) For helping try to kill what made a mess of me. (Thank you) Somehow, someway. (Thank you) I'ma get you
