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the return of the real - lloyd banks lyrics

[lloyd banks]
i don’t look for trouble, trouble finds me
i be chilling with the grillin right beside me
wisely he put his f-cking eyes back in place
i don’t need a case to come out a one year ace
you should see my face, n-ggas feed you bs
b-tches feed me grapes
i feed off negativity its easy bait
all my n-ggas need a plate and those that don’t even hate
those that don’t believe in fate
suffer from denial
its funny how i succeed
i be f-cking up a while
how they were getting their shot
while i was stuck under the bowel
drove 100 valve makes me smile
my lifestyle style make it rain on the crowd
a black cloud, i make a movie n-gga
act wild, stephen king em, bring em
with the flowers beds and n-ggas singing
i’m swinging and my medallions a hundred thousand
they crowd em in public housing cause i grew up round em

what up n-gga
[talking]

[chrous]
its the return of the real
this ain’t real
the game
ain’t nothing changed
except the change and these n-ggas looking strange
the return of the real
off the brain smelling like mary jane
and my chain i’m as raw as cocaine
its the return of the real
dont complain, up your game, maintain
keep it still sh-t is real in the field
the return of the real and i return
to whom it may concern
these n-ggas dont learn
they being burnt, burnt

[verse 2]
crispy like a n-gga down in memphis
we kicking down fences
clearing out the entrance
you could be my apprentice or get sent to the dentist
right off the benches shine every sentence
in my attendance take off them fake pendants
them cubics and them oc’s i do this like the og’s
im realer than a death threat
25 to life debt, they ain’t cut off my lights yet
man i ain’t breaking light sweat
getting diamond bright neck
forget it i do not change
i put it on a nice check you already know my price range
bet it all on a dice game
6.45 and i’ve been giving back to the hood
rap robbin nuttin
to that g sh-t you don’t want it with me sh-t
that wood for wood million would give it to you for free sh-t
what you blow up your weed with
get high speed sh-t with, as long as i got the gift i dont need sh-t

[chorus]

[verse 3]
box cutter cuttings bring buck in
these n-ggas duckin all over nothin
cos nothin is enough to get turned into dust
chrome burners you thrust
cos ain’t no sympathy in this game for you and us
plus n-ggas throwin dirt on your name
who could you trust who could you call
god forbid you take another fall
all we got round here is crack, hip hop and ball
kids ain’t kids, kids got clips c-cked an’ all
imma ball whether big or small
hood coach i call the shots
i just stand out cos a n-gga tall
no holds barred with the god
im show five the hoes jog
to the (?) for a throat job
they want that gutter back
no prob, i sl!ck ….. of oil (?)
they know i go hard
about as hard as it is to stay out them cuffs
…. me
n-ggas ak out this truck

[chorus]

- lloyd banks lyrics

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