Lyrics Lloyd Banks – The First Me
Text:
Intro:
DAMN!
Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}
Yeah! {COME ON!}
kids ovation
2 G’s up!
Yeah!
Verse:
They kind and talk shit to you and sue you
Don’t let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu (ugh!)
Nigga I ain’t the new you! (nah!) — I’m the first me!
Unrated version — in a armored suburban (whoo!) {DAMN!}
And the picture lights curvin’ — ain’t nothin for certain
Close friends be turnin’! Fuck it! — Close his curtain.
shot
It’s darker on the other side!
God let me number slide, hot since Benz’s were bubberlide.
scream
The green matters besides that, I’m color blind
Duckin’ 21 jump street — on the cover time.
Catch me in the street run deep — and a rubber nine
Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign.
shot
Pricks handin out tips on me and my click (yeah!)
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Singe than a motherfucka, you ain’t sleep with my chick.
shot
Ain’t shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd
Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga won’t come out no more — like Kramer! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Danger, mayhem, murder — mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap. (yeah!)
I’ll get you gift wrapped. (gift wrapped!) — Send your ass back!
Family and friends tighter than my last track.
shot
Hollowtips and politics headin’ into November (uh!)
Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don’t remember! (uh-uh!)
I’m a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender
I’m on in every month now see you niggas December. — Remember!
Outro:
I am pound for pound…
The PLK!
Hahaha!
classice evil laughter
Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh!
Green Gang!
Shout out to all my niggas, man!
All the real niggas, man!
Fake niggas die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeahh!
Green Gang hit man! {CAN’T FORGET…}
I’m the shittt!
Outro:
SHADE 45!
COACH PR!
beat fades out
MANDOG!
«HALLOWEEN… HAVOC»!
police sirens
