Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Send You To Hell

I’m flying out the country ain’t no tellin when I’m gonna be back,
To be honest half these artist never gonna see that,
I keep my bad habits away from where I’m gonna eat at,
Before I sit up for a bitch I’ll lose 1 knee cap,
I paid a visit to father 1 time but he flung me back,
Shot to these reasonable one’s with the guns we pack,
Live for the dollar and grateful for each 1 we stack,
Mind of a man with no sleep my dawgs run feedback,
Don’t scheme at the rocks on hand before your mama sees us,
seed in the bag like a popcorn man,
the one’s we pack is not gonna jam,
If we squeeze of the block go scram,
Boiled eggs is all I had dag..,
I reacurred my senior cause they remember me,
My grandfather still smokin weed and he’s 70,
My blood rushing of this henessy walkin out the door with a felony, check check out my melody
Nigga

From the reef of the bottom, we don’t came up with the money to change us, you trying to come up how the fuck can you blame us, niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless motherfuckers I’ll send you to hell
From the reef of the bottom, we don’t came up with the money to change us, you trying to come up how the fuck can you blame us, niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless motherfuckers I’ll send you to hell