Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Squeeze First

That’s how most of these so called gangstas passed. {COME ON!}
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So I’m a — squeeze first ask questions last
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And if I pull it, I’m a pop it so stay out of my way. {DAMN!}
Cause I’m a — squeeze first
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ask questions last… (uh!)
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Verse:
I ain’t the richest but I’m richer than y’all!
Shit! — Bank$ is like a young will Chamberlan — all I do is fuck bitches and ball. (yeah!)
18 niggas’ll splatter you for talkin’ that shit
You might as well hire a doctor to walk around with. {Whoooooo!}
Nigga your own blood’ll soak your clothes
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And I ain’t worried about you, comin’ back cause you can’t smell beef with a broken nose. (fuck!)
From now on — keep your cars and your homes tinted (uh-huh!)
Your peice’ll shine if you had some more stones in it. (ha!)
If you ain’t dunkin’ or dumpin’ then go to hell home (uh-huh!)
Cause the only clip on your hip hold your cell phone. (OOOH!)
I know you’re focused you’ve been writin’
But all your beggin’ — is chewin’
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{GOD-… } off my ear like Tyson. {DAMN! }
I need a bag big enough to get my mens straight

So I’m a need a O dog, and I ain’t talkin’ like Larenz Tate. (hm-hm!)
A OG told me to market with the block (right!)
He been around since they hit {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo} Martin with the rock.
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Don’t make me send niggas to your apartment with the Glock
(uh-huh!) They eat all your food up and stomp you in you’re socks (uh!)
I got rocks and niggas can’t afford to buy it
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(uh!)
That’s why I got beef bigger than Kelly Price before the diet. {HAHA! } (OOOOH!)
You ain’t gonna stain up my sheets so I’m a chose the couch
And if you on your period you got to use your mouth. {Whoooooooo! }
Some remain and some switch when the hoes got us (uh-huh!)
That’s why I know more tricks than the globe trotters. (uh-huh!)
We’ll rush your studio maskin’ our picture
Make you stutter (huh?) — and say your (uh!) verse (uh!) faster than Twista. {WHAT?}
You ain’t headin’ in here — cause when we in hotels
They got to lock the floor down like the presidents there. (get back!)
You would think givin’ top is a problem
But my bitch can suck dick with braces on without poppin’ the condom. (uh-huh!) {Whoooooo!}
All the groupies want to show they face
After the shows, they follow the cars longer than the O.J. chase.
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Outro:
Squeeze first {GOD-…} ask questions last… {DAMN!}
Gangstas passed! {«MO MONEY… IN THE BANK… «}
Squeeze first ask questions last. {PART 2! }
That’s how most of these so called gangstas passed. {LLOYD BANK$!}
«Mo Money In The Bank»! {ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!}
It’s 2003!
beat stops
{WHAT?}
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