Текст Lloyd Banks – My Bad

Gotta the rule world mind track
Ya’ll are jus weed, I’m crack
Everything the breathe gets hi
Where my money bitch I’m back
Run up with the shit you die
Ghetto with a trip you buy
New fit, too fly
Hot day, blue sky
Lifes a bitch, do I
Pitty anyone who tries
Really only one like him
Never been the boy too dive
Never know where that hoe might been
Marijuana out my skin
White Benz, white rims
Well I go hella hard in the paint
Like Shaq, like Tim
Enemies fall, we ride
Street ties, heat nine
Ain’t no time to slip, gotta stay awake
Sleep die, V5
V12 eat a nigga dust
Dust a nigga put em on a track
I go, nitro, physco, when a nigga rap
Other niggas turned they back
So they sold to rap, not me

I’m still throwin up my G-U-N-I-T
I be, where the money go
International ID
P dot L dot K AKA Ali
Gave you niggas everything I had
My style, my swag
Never meant for them to fuck it up
They did, my bad
V5!