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Lloyd Banks( Christopher Charles Lloyd )
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Warrior Part
Lyricist:Nathaniel D. Hale, Curtis James Jackson, Steven King, Christopher Charle Lloyd, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, given the crown he just throws it around It's like a joke, he's like a king but he don't rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the fame, don't want the lute, he's in it for a sport Runnin' suckaz, where there's competition 'round the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it And you can't love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore it You can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead an' make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game
He's straight outta the neighborhood but niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Your stomach's ache while he's loungin' at the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand with a nigga's gate Houses with a bigger gate, houndin' him was a big mistake He won't surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break
'Cuz he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz, so when you gotta mention his name When you discussin' the illest playa that's in the game And he's ridin' with 'em, 50 Cent, Doc and them G Unit Records, ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead an' make some noise Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game
He's no magician, man, the kid makes somethin' outta nothin' So now niggaz from this hood act like we owe 'em somethin' They talk crazy 'til we send niggas through there to buck 'em Ask 'em if there's a problem and they'll say naw it's nothin' He was gonna help 'em out but since they fronted, fuck 'em He don't care how they feel, they can hate him or love him
He hold it down on his own, the kid is really thuggin' He's rich now, he ain't change, so niggaz think he buggin' He bullet proof everything in case niggaz try and buff him Keep two pistols on this hip, I show you where he tuck 'em Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and he start bustin'
This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead an' make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game
I can give you niggaz' somethin' you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit, fuckin' clown I can take your girl until I turn her out Don't hold it in, let it all out I can give you fuckers somethin' to be mad about Invite her in, send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth
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