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lloyd banks - holy water كلمات الأغنية

[produced by doe pesci]

[hook]
you can have whatever you want
you put your mind to it
you had it hard in this world
you deserve the finer sh-t
you your brothers keeper to the reaper
and everything out the crew don’t matter
ain’t give a f-ck about you either
[verse 1]
every year i need 300
mountain of heads that have no imperfections
and think their sh-t smell like hermes
your career shut off ain’t have no legs
run your mouth now you beg
pardon my shoulder i can’t vouch for the reg
catch me hundred dollar billing
rip to chillen
i gotta keep on winning
probably never gon get some sleep im forever spinning
revolver door when sinning we graduated from a torn beginning
kick hood slang to foreign women
i was brought up on a different strip
3 of us and 1 mill we gon split this sh-t
burning out wheels i hit my lick sh-t
they want our backs bleeding whether whip to max squeezing
turn to ghetto unbelievers murder all our black leaders
and you jeopardise your freedom for a fresh designer season
cl-ssy restaurants when eating
ego don’t get along with reason
son died this evening and his little one is teething
he’s in good arms this south side jamacia jungle for ’em

[verse 2]
angels in my sleep too sweet beg me to flee
i’m thinking how can i be ready
heavy sh-t on my mind this eve
my talent helps me get to it that means a lot to me
and copying is a form on flattery
this many watching and see
they want your paper thin so you can kick it all day with them
get major when your names engraved
within the book of kings
you got judas ways jumping and your jealous
it took some justice lil folks to busters
lets celebrate the crooks amongst us
ain’t no love apparently i’m having visions
parrying my parasites i should have five mics for this one
i climb heights with rhythm my minds twice my victim’s
recline nights i’m picking i’ve nine types of b-tches
i’m breathtaking give you blue face dollars the magic
word to my og and my crew tapes i’ma go cl-ssic
dawg i’m everywhere they screw face problem with plastic
destined to make it since my due date
momma’s lil b-st-rd

[verse 3]
crushing down a gooey zip
raising underfitters get your screwy ripped
put on my louie sh-t bust a [?] dip
boy who you confuse me with
bow and worship ground
duck an uzi clip
you ain’t gotta give me five shoot me it
live from the 718 jamaica’s gates surround that crooked cold corner nines on us to make us straight
ain’t no fair here only fate
think all your want still can’t prepare for homie sake
part of my grimy mistake
i save my 16s on a crate
2015 on a split screen with the cape
you are listening to a great
i’m in grind mode your minds be blindfold
tell them you help me time you lie told
divide the guy code back off the plate
wait, there gotta be some more to this life
than dollar signs and ice and ghetto nights a roll of the dice
corny n-gg-s in my audio vice
grimy brothers make the shortys go trife
can’t be a have-not all of your life

- lloyd banks

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