me cry I stand in open sunlight, I scream and shout I warn you don't turn your back on me You look right through me like I'm some chameleon Don't turn your back on me
Tradução: Tony Banks. No le dé la espalda a mí.
Cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype Hear that Mike? And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
crowd yellin' "Free Yayo!" So niggaz better get out outta mine For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind
pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater YOU CAN Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your
feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Clowny time ain'
I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad
you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely
in your nose Coke Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me when it's time to cop [Tony Yayo:] Listen I got that white girl on Pablo shit Looking
the average is a quarter Brown colored from shit, he established in the water You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't
the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {HAHA! } 7-60 - you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank$! - You never seen a legend on
, you need a rest I told you Homie you don?t walk with a lean on my shoulder Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your
's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel? Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track Your mother's callin', for WIC checks
man Tre' Turn we come to play, Mo Thug eternally, no unnecessary tension wit me. My Mo Thug Family stays beside me, behind me, leads me guides me.