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Lloyd Banks( Christopher Charles Lloyd )
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Me And My Strap
[** feat. Nipsey Hussle：]
[Chorus：~Banks~]
I don't need an army i can watch my own back*
Just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Riding with her on my lap because niggas don't know how to act
Just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming in a lot of stacks
I need it right back
I need it right back
On point cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track
Just me and my strap
Just me and my strap
[Verse 1: ~Banks~]
No sleep no reply look a coward in his eyes unnecessary lies just how a nigga fry
Respect to the sky Gotti power till I die
If I'm at a house party Shorty probly on the side
Smoke pot(ty) then I slide
Gonne whoppi holly on the ride
Southside home of the pride, where did you ride?
Gun, I want my momma house same side madonnas house, obamas house
Fendi rugs, Louis Sick and Prada couch
Small money makes tall money, every money dollar counts
Tall money means mo money, bring your diamonds out
Who you think you is? Because I know who you are, we know where you be
You be in D E E P.
Shit happens when you yippi yappin
I got both Blood and Crippin backing
Don't get your shit smacked
I got a super buzz and wardrobe that I only like to use for clubs
Day and night I'm used to hugs
I don't need an army i can watch my own back
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2: ~Nipsey Hussle~]
Listen, look, pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
I got to many enemies for you to ask why
My city is warzone and there is two sides
So where I come from niggas murder to service
Listen my purpose is to ride
Above you fake fagots motherfuckers
I do spy, 745 when I ride by, yeah my bitch fly
Smokers in the sky why ask why
My glock provides hollow tips for the homicide
My block alive, frank stein, I'm a problem child
Somebody tell em crack mellows makes mommas cry
This mack 11 crack selling check my Slauson style
I stay fly because I stay focused in not falling down
I'm ballin now so all my ex-bitches calling now
I'm fuck clown, kick em out and make a song about it
Talk about that drama boy I’m all about it
Me and my pistol press a issue we done swap about it
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3: ~Banks~]
Niggas don't wanna see you paid
Niggas rather see you broke
Nigga rather be a rater
Feeling more than a scope
Lloyd got the game in choke
Figure foreign the Yo
Motherfucker have a plan
What's more important than hope?
What's more important than life?
Better get you a gun, get you a knife
Cause if they don't get you once they'll get you twice
Thrice life, neighborhood stripes and white ice
Nice flights came a long way from mountain bikes
Too many niggas is serving against the message out
Snitches burn bridges when the cops take the pressure out
Real recognize that ain't real, what can I say?
Like Pac, I rather be a N-I-G-G- A, getting twisted all day
On that OG K No time to play
A nigga don't move he don't get paid
Hey, pass the Zei so I can get some groupie love
Blow job and Gucci glove
Orgy and a Gucci Thug
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