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see me bright - lloyd banks lyrics

[verse 1:]
illest n-gg- doin it i gotta b em-
if i could see em
bm parked outside tha colliseum.
collosal catalog.
carats ‘ll give u cataracts.
critic, i don’t land in the? over ya average rap.
or average topic, i pop it.
damage is catastrophic.
boy u could never touch me.
you think i had a hostage.
you thinkin trophies,
i break em.
i’m thinkn cash boxes.
when u win, time flys.
platinum fast watches.
i just… broke out tha air with my chest.
i gotta get mine, ain’t got no time.
ain’t scared to go but not yet.
i won’t sweat,
leer jet take me everywhere in shorter time.
hustle so my daughter fine,
son that’s happy all tha time.
execute enormous grind,
the industry’s my toilet bowl,
water flow.
dump a load of sh-t off at ya office yo.
the wheel of fortune slow,
i’m a spin that b-tch off.
bet my mansion i’m a get mine,
my n-gg- get yours.

[hook:]
cross me, ya gettn high.
ya options are live or die.
close ya eyes, don’t cry.
i murder for my n-gg- i,
throw it in these n-gg-s face.
they don’t wanna see me shine.
i’m a make em see me bright,
frontin in that db9.
they gon give me all that’s mine.
anything come less is crime.
f-ck everything but tha dough,
i’m stronger than my second time.
they tha type to go run,
shorty i’m tha wrecking kind,
balling till it’s all done,
bet they gon respect a don…
i handle all these n-gg-s 1 at a time.

[verse 2:]
failure can only break u if ya blind to it.
i rise above tha sh-t,
now watch me as i climb thro it.
my lifes a struggle
and my minds music.
my motto ain’t no mystery,
you topping mine, prove it.
hope i don’t lose it,
that’ll mean mama raised a loser.
and i’m a winner,
drugs for dinner,
haze abuser.
and i’m tha ruler,
i’ll make ya bottom girl a chooser.
she used to think u were cool,
too bad i’m cooler. (ughh)
two coupes, couple guns,
gucci buckle hun.
blow ya breath on these dice,
pray to god my number come.
where my opponents,
my flow is colder than tha homeless.
this microphone is,
only controlled with my aromas.
i wish my foes comas,
buried upside down.
let’s make em all donors,
hungry’s how tha f-ck i sound.
you kissing b-tt, die now.
that’s what tha p-ss-es do,
all my n-gg-s angry
and it urks us just to look at u.

[verse 3:]
real gon recognize real cause i done made mistakes.
put my trust in these n-gg-s,
let these cowards in my place.
smoked and shared laughs.
ate big dinners off my plates.
just to diss me on tha record,
now i’m sh-ttin on they face (p–p).
were not at all alike,
banks from outer sp-ce duke,
i even own a sp-ceship,
platinum with a grain coupe.
trap me, pull it, aim, shoot.
that’ll get me madd juice.
yayo got tha whoppa,
it spit longer than papoose.
g-unit n-gg-,
jamaica baby,
jet to tha jam,
jumpoff, jog to tha dressing room to get jumped.
u send em all, dat won’t be cool.
there’s no question i stunt.
the click n boom my only only goon.
sum be molesting the blunt.
i’m high dis mournin, afternoon, the week, the rest of the month.
boy don’t come flexxin,
in my section no protection u slump.
i told my jeweler purple biguets,
cause my checks by the chunk
bear killin pump rest in the trunk.
take wat u want n-gg-…

- lloyd banks lyrics

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