Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Terror Dome
Text:
Verse 1:
Hoppin’ out that motherfucker two doors up
Sadiddy pretty bitches my crew won’t fuck
I’m in this scarf don’t reaffirm I’m on my New York stuff
My cup overflows with mojo you done used yours is up
Feel like I’m catchin’ stunts in slow mo
Got this shoe store stuff
Nigga my new bar’s up
My reputation got the blue star struck
Gotta be two guards up
Hard to regroup hard luck
Part of me move I’m next
Rock would be cool on vex
Half of me is all fucked up, part of me is too complex
She’s screaming out for the Lord, how many moves my sex
I get that new bald head called the two pop red
Regular needs to know: hit it hard, breathe in slow
‘How the hell he’d get so cold’ 500 degrees below
Here we, here we go, rare canary flow
Pretty automobile on the street, it’s scary though
Hook:
Yeah, this for my holmes, niggas dead and gone
South Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome
Where the lead is blown, lay down
Somebody gettin’ planted into lead now
Get your mind right let me take you to
The society, you may not make it through
A bunch of homies and some heart making colo
Fuck the police and your pussy ass too
Verse 2:
Back looking for blood
Be right where you was
Shit chillin, ballin’, draggin
Chicks all off these clubs
Had they get do only bullshit
Just to get some love
Open sesame, the recipe
The extasy’s a drug
It’s that G strollin’, weed smokin’, wackers tell MC
Broken V open, how you doin’ catch me in your jeans
Shawty can play it to the car, got the woman of my dreams
Open lust coming for my aroma
Cause my steam colder spot, be in the room a king
Ya know I’m that dull king, stupid bling, laughing big
Smile right off the movie screen, my Louie clean
Fuckin’ punks itches said that usually green
Using gold the most, underrated God truth be told
Young black mistake, out of this violent crew nature
Victim never predictor, you can keep your fool’s paper
Never pledge sucker blood, my heart don’t pump a ounce of fear
Marksman I’m hitting anybody out there
Hook
Album
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