Lloyd Banks - Father Time Lyrics

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Yeah I hear you

And I'm a make you shut the fuck up

They see me movin'

They want me to stop drop

Off the face of earth

But I'm a make it pop hot

These niggaz are not not

Watch me take my spot got

Money got power and respect

Baby I just hope times on my side

I've been tryin' all my life

Every block some ones dyin'

Always high here's our life

Come inside

Energies my ammunition

Like AK shells

So think about that when you plan on dissin'

Go straight to hell

Bred to be ballin' since a baby kickin'

I had the smell

Brand new money ladies sniffin'

They take a L

I take a shit on rappers horse worth

Can't die must conquer the world first

Like a monster to media

On my beautiful girls search

High and low I am no thing u tamper with

Made the plan you should cancel it

Make examples I trample shit

Drop you here I am cancerous

Answer this who can handle this?

Scandalous I dismantle these ants

And piss on a trucer

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You think I seen the future

How I wam crip recruper

Fire hand

Wam became a brand new man big producer

Gift from heaven

Livin' legend and I come from queens

Robbin' leggin' 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans

Sufferin' and fucked up schemes

Twin Bentleys

Matchin' Beamers on a couple beams

Try my sentence in

They see me movin'

They want me to stop drop

Off the face of earth

But I'm a make it pop hot

These niggas are not not

Watch me take my spot got

Money got power and respect

Baby I just hope times on my side

I've been tryin' all my life

Every block some ones dyin'

Always high here's our life

Come inside

Murdered half of ya'll on my mix tapes

Come rap up in my wrath

Now I'm laughin' look at ya rib cage

Ya ass been in a slump

Come blastin' I lend ya bitch face

Success is what they want

Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed

Have it how you want Blood bath

I'm as sharp as switchblade

You'll be smilin' for life

Love flashin' I got the shit made

Forget where I'm at now

I passed 'em around the 6th grade

Passion for my profession

Outlast anyone you could name

Hood fame got me ridin' in wood grain

Look lame Stanten Harlem to Brooklyn

They know I'm cooked Cain

Took aim rappin' would bang

I could change

But this sport ain't a good game

I'm strappin' sir

Back seat in the passenger

Semi-auto massacre

Shoppin' while I laugh at ya

Rappers feed my appetite

Metaphors will tackle ya

These niggaz ain't half as nice

Playboy in my afterlife

Real nigga with cash and ice

Drop the bread pass the dice

Hope I crack twice

They see me movin'

They want me to stop drop

Off the face of earth

But I'm a make it pop hot

These niggaz are not not

Watch me take my spot got

Money got power and respect

Baby I just hope times on my side

I've been tryin' all my life

Every block some ones dyin'

Always high here's our life

Come inside

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