Текст Lloyd Banks – Crack

Talkin:
Ok.
2 G’s up
The Unit. Nigga

Verse:
Aye. Fuck what you heard
Grab a cup, hit the curb.
I’m a captain, I’ll get you cut with a word
Word to everything I ever cared about
You be higher in the air than the window I’m starin out.
No OG, but I’m older than my time so
The carmen block shots like Alonzo.
I can spot BS through a blind fold
I hear em talkin, bet I put em in line tho.
Me and the money, what a hell of a combo
The condo, is one of the locations the dimes go.
I push sports cars, so I don’t drive slow
My jewelry pop out, we call that piro.
Roll up the windows or get rolled over
I’m so cold I gotta holster, chip and a cold shoulder.
They say New Yorks rap in jeopardy
But you consider New York and Jack the recipe.
Why is everybody so deceptive to the fake shit?
Who made it ok to swagger jack that way?
I’m hounded by the cops, so I move like I’m being watched
Don’t get it twisted, that’s the Mc’n stops.
Nigga see if I care, I’m in a BM drop.
Heat a cop, this a hit, 9 millimeter hot.
I jack your bitch nigga, you won’t be happy then
Make her nasty than Kim Kardashian.