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LLOYD BANKS lyrics : "I Don't Break"

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
Queens

Yeah
Queens


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
$#&@ the limelight and the streamers
I influence the dreamers

Think like a genius
And whiz it like Arenus
I got the Ninas

One shot gun
The other ones by the ^&@#$
Only balls come between us

Hes a million fish in the water and i'm workin' the waves
Man my G will make a nerd lady open her legs
And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups

Like the system out the fan only the top cut
Pop what?
Pop open

Get popped on
Kind of like hot corn
By throwin' ya block on

A quarter mill of rock on
Heated seats i'm long
I'm strong

Rap don
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Slash pipe bomb

To get my right hand back, I give my right arm
Gangstas don't mourn all night long
Right, wrong

Now the industry is shakey as ever
And everybody $$# kissin' ain't makin' it better
Lifes a (*##$ don't let her

Slow down your cheddar
You win some, you lose some go down? no never
Whatever

Ain't %#@! really changed ^!$$%s still actin'
If you really had that many bricks you'd be still trappin'
You must've got dummy all fitted

Man $#&@ a rap buddy any one of ya'll can get it
All money ain't good money but I want it
You can give me a blood diamond with blood on it

I'll wipe the blood off it
Clean it and cut it 'till it shine then floss it
I'm on my New York %#@!

I was told somewhere down the line I lost it
And I had to raise my hand they forced it


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound
Something just went down

Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah
My cell phones ringin'
My Blueberry is singin'

And the messages is filled with:
"Hey"
I don't read, I don't read, I don't read


[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Haters can't stand it

But I'm G Unit branded
Thats what I ride for, go in the can with
Don't run up on me with the Van Dam %#@!

All mean muggin' when you really a fan %#@!
I rather go out in the Blazer, uh $#&@ it
Bury me in a Benz with big rims

A pair of black Timbs
And the Beverly Twins
Money, a Mac-10

And the heaviest gem
In nineteen-eighty two
I came through

Bird's eye view
In a Cortez shoe
South Side ^!$$%, ^!$$% who the $#&@ are you?
You in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin' I can do
Next time bring ya thing matter fact bring two

^!$$%s is all waitin' for dreams to come true
I lost half a crew
Before I turned twenty-two
So I live life doin' whatever I want to do


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
My cell phones ringin'
My Blueberry is singin'
And the messages is filled with:
"Hey"

I don't read, I don't read, I don't read
Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah

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