Lloyd Banks - 1,2,3 Grind Lyrics

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[Prodigy - Verse 2]

You know there's rules that you following

And tools get the hollow point

Poppin' at these fools

These dudes get their narrow ass deceased

I terminate, unleash the purly gate

Put that work in than I spin like a 38

All around the world, back around the world twice

Fucking with the internash infamous paradigm

Catch your bitch on the line at the concert

I'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity time

I'm the worst of the worst, vultures

Come on slime, you aint never in your life never life like mine

This is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime

In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine

You short like spaghetti, I'm harder than a whale dick

Clap a nigga real quick, falling outta line like

1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes, vamonos

I show you how to die, it's career suicide must be on that crack high

Coming at me diagonally, the fuck you on your mind fuck be on you niggas brains

It seems you wish death,

Yo blow, these niggas playin' games ready for flesh

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[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]

Big chain photo, still? when you see me

HFM in 3d, hood beemer bump my CD

I'ma a creep, do some foul shit every week

F-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets

Stay low I'm on that shit, hittin'

Looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor

Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track

All 4 of my pockets fat, Lincoln New York city rap

Brighter than my jewelery I'm in line with the stars

I'm from Mars, I'm bad stacking Domino broads

Living large, you gon need 500 bars

When we drive, make bouji bitches climb in the cars

Wheels spin the street off, Porsche feet off

The haters still hating and they hot as hell

In need of defrost, brick? shit old

Play with me in hospital with a wife widow

[Chorus]

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