Текст Lloyd Banks – The Only Thing
Текст:
The only thing I had
My word, a few niggas from the curb that’s all a family deserves
You don’t know the half
The nerve to speak on behalf a nigga you don’t know this, that, and third
Give me mine in cash, you know you overlooked nobody back the fuck up real slow
Uh, losses just make it tougher survival made us
Catch you at the gates, cross my heart, hope to die with haters
Crew all kind of dangerous and nominators, your rhyme courageous til your in between the hostage stages
Sharpen everything, I got a new box of razors
Metal out the ranges anybody gets the Glocks contagious
Don’t lose your lid today, a violent giveaway
I’m built with under armor throw a shot itll probably ricochet
Time to time the fuck out, call me a business play
Pussy comes with progress drop it watch the bitches stray
Venom shots for a block of vein how can I complain
Flashin’ knots profit not the same that’s my pocket change
Moruning headed niggas drop your plane feel my rocket flame
Million I remain, pot of pain filled with rock cocaine
Bitch niggas spotted I got a spot to claim
Make it from the bottom you never look at the top the same
The only thing I had
My word, a few niggas from the curb that’s all a family deserves
You don’t know the half
The nerve to speak on behalf a nigga you don’t know this, that, and third
You can never last, walkin’ in my motherfuckin’ shoes find your own path
Give me mine in cash, you know you overlooked nobody back the fuck up real slow
The sight of ass kissin I regurgitate
Wish I can
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Penalty disturb the gate, I’m strapped chillin blue steel, red beam cali green and the purple tape
Streets talk, I heard the hate
You wanna knock down what we built up weird squares can’t eat off the circle plate
You stick around giving fake pounds, pretendin type
Still count on the next man money and wouldn’t spend it right
Mr. Wayne of the game, shine my emblem bright
Globes stomping grounds in my boots Louis in the mics
They wanna box you out for winnin, cause you don’t yes man and views don’t expand popular opinion
When you knockin on a million, everyone at your door
Hoping hands out, so they don’t got petty crime anymore
I got bills that will turn the blocks every diamonds a score
Matrress covering c notes, dezi, nine and the four
The only thing I had
My word, a few niggas from the curb that’s all a family deserves
You don’t know the half
The nerve to speak on behalf a nigga you don’t know this, that, and third
You can never last, walkin’ in my motherfuckin’ shoes find your own path
Give me mine in cash, you know you overlooked nobody back the fuck up real slow