Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Gang Green Season

gun cocks
car tires squeal

Intro:
This is…

Verse 1:
You love the way. {DAMN! } I bounce back right (uh!) — step up to the plate and hit
Walk up to yo’ face sit;
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it’s South-Jamaican shit! {Whooooo! }
I’m a dog! — The hell with’ a relationship!
BROAW
I feel like if I make a commitment {GOD-… } — I’ll be wastin’ shit! {DAMN! }
You can call me watchu wanna, I prefer stunna! (stunna!)
This is a spur brother — blue fur under. (yes!)
And this my 4th of summa (yes!) — Out come the tank tops,
It’s cherry-red, Marijuana green and cocaine drops. (YEAH!) {DAMN! }
This is where the game stops
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I’m from where you getcha car jacked, chain popped — all on the same block.
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You know my name, Lloyd, Flint; Bank$ or Blue!
BROAW
Over 2 million records sold, THANKS TO YOU! (thank you!) {NON STOP! }
You know how gangsta’s do move real quite like,
Just incase the shit shakin’, somebody gon’ die tonight!
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{WHAOOOOO! }

Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}
Seen this right here?
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{LLOYD BANK$! }
Is that… G-Unit soouund!
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You know how G-Unit get down!
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BROAW
{MO MONEY! }
Yeah!
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‘Ey!
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My album…
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is everything; yours wasn’t!
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{HAHA! }
You can pick that up…
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BROAW
July 18th!
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{Whoooooooo! }
«Rotten Apple»…
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{DAMN! }
Yeah-ehe!
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‘Ey New York!…
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{SHADYVILLE! } STAND UP!
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{MO MONEY… PART 4!… PUSH YO’ ALBUM BACK! }
BROAW
I’m gone!
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{GANG GREEN! }
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