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アーティスト:Lloyd Banks 

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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you) Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you) Then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you) Comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax What kind of nigga hits the precinct bitchin (you) Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you) When they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you) And if you talk 'bout us guess who they stickin' (you) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Look I could spot a fraud so don't try and bluff me Trust me We run New York longer than Puffy These rap niggas pretend that they like me Until they bent out they cycle My words touch the kids like Michael Niggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash We got the wratchets tucked I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter, niggas Had to put the plastic up I'm blowin bubble gum dro And you a bum on the road The type of nigga you pay to shovel your snow Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel Cause the cannon will Take your legs right from under you like bannana peel Look at my hand on chill The wheel won't stay still Your boys smoother than the OJ kill For real The Queens know I'm a problem


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