shut your bloodclot mouth, pt. 2
Singer:lloyd banks
chillin' by the buildin' with' graffiti
fuck how you been feelin' nigga
ballin' in the heart of my hood
when i'm workin' i look like i'm on tv
ya bitch fine like the product out the strainer
hoppin' out her character cause i'm a entertainer
you won't be able to tame her
i been all around her walls
walk and talk like a player
and my face all over the street
movin' 'round with iron in the cars
cause i'm better than giant with the bars
amg'ing and i'm flyin' from the sarge'
young kobe bryant on a broad
it ain't no denyin' i go hard
motherfuckin' lion in the yard
underground lyin' like a god
you lookin' at the wrong neck
cool as ac cause the heat secure me
fly everyday like it's easter early
see who see the line first
and ya'll far from the mafia
the graveyard got a spot for ya
the whole world mockin' ya
sharper than the lens on binocular
let them niggas fill you up with gas
ride thru the city with the illi
i ain't gotta put a penny on a kitty
and i ain't gotta come back
if you think somethin' sweet
hit the street. come get me
or. shut ya bloodclot mouth