Текст песни Lloyd Banks - Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day) (feat. Raekwon)

H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger for More 2)
Жанр: Rap
Исполнитель: Lloyd Banks
Альбом: H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger for More 2)
Длительность: 03:31
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[Intro:] I know that sooner or later I'm going to meet my maker [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I never thought in the beginning I would see us fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990s sins it was all for the [?] For the rims rims, for the Benz Benz, for the skins 'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first You [?], either kill me or get killed worse Your song's in need of a real verse Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church And right after speech time, the spark in the street crime Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs Live by the gun, die by the gun 'Til my time come, I'm a spend time with your son I can just see them sad when they remind you of them Them would've did the same thing, looking [?] to the slum [?] [Hook: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'm a hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love [Verse 2: Raekwon] Fishing in the swamp, in the deserts lizards sweat A half a billion fives, two macs, and a ride They call them [?] co-signed by kings in a rich [?] Made me 3 mil in a month, pockets [?] Ferrari still by the project building [?] I'll, they come out with Uzis and wheels [?] beef and too much dough The legion, [?] Losing money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that Or don't come back or get [?] at Me and my vixens in the kitchen One sucking dick, I paid her ass shots and sent her to [?] Dons eating calamari, coke in the [?] Never broke, [?], eat with the godly gods [?] get with the mob From [?] to Queens, we wow with the Beams [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Don't blame me, blame Southside That's what made me mine Crazy high, but I spot a traitor out my lazy eye Ladies spy [?] want to have their baby by Maybe I'm better off alone, keep me in my zone Nights roam, white Patron, GT in my chrome Alien phone home, E.T. in my throne I achieve what they wanted, eats into they stomach When your broke time's slow, but your weeks are numbered And bad news keeps you weak and numb Like when I lost my old man, dammit threw up the whole weekend son I should have listened, friends turned foe, it's told so The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ochocinco In my mink-o I'm a protege of pimping Living for the slipping, [?] Marijuana shipping, champagne, lobsters, stripping Getting trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in [Hook]
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