Letra Drop 5 Lloyd Banks

Drop 5

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Keep talking that talk till' we catch you out there and (tent?) your legs
I put all my focus on a new way to (?)
There ain't enough accolades to cover the shit we did
(?) but I'm disinterested
When it comes to rated R shit, I'm double and back like Mr. Big
Worry bout family ties 'cause my cousin 'll smack you with the SIG
Stumbling backwards, split yo wig
Humble (?)
I don't even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is
Party (?) and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears
My sons' is dissing me, mad as hell when (?)
I trump these niggas, (?)
Apply th? pressure, shake peers
Fac?d on my fears, seeing 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 growling its (cultured ice?)
Living in danger most my life
Could've just stopped, I chose my vice
Putting this work to make sure I'm buried in ice

You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will 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 trying to get by
You violate, meet your fate
Me and this nine on my side
Nobodies hot and 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 (?)
You bitch, I'm killing this for you - diss me, do your due diligence
Industry playing experiments, Damn I wish you were still (?)
Started for 20 years, on the average they (?)
Calling you find the realest stinge, Ive been the shit
I'm still convinced, (my parentship?), dismember shit
I've been feeding this game since I entered it
Back, since you mentioned it
Wondering, where the tension went
Niggas fucking up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags
Smoking and drinking 'till it made me ill
Praying for god to take the will
My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill
Be cool your honor, I'm moving commas, excuse your partner
A true provider, in blue gabbana, the coups designer
My pools piranha, I lose the drama and pull the (comma?)
Theres never a question on who's the rider, with (?)
Life is a bitch, will makes 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 will 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 trying to get by
You violate, meet your fate
Me and this nine on my side
Nobodies hot and whenever you come around, we outside
Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five