Текст песни Lloyd Banks - Die One Day
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[Verse - Lloyd Banks]I keep my hip on pound `cause she gets hectic in my townDrag my family with me `cause that`s how real niggaz get downIf it wasn`t for 50 I probably wouldn`t be aroundCaught up in the temptations, sitting in jail or undergroundAnd for that if you snap a finger I`ll lay a nigga downIts fucked up when your only facial expression is a frownA hood rat a put a future in a fools pantsTill she find out you cant buy furniture with food stampsA year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelidsPray to God I get shot tomorrow `cause I don`t like surprisesWhen you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open armsWhen you cold as a freezer, niggaz treat you like they don`t need ya`Some people call it they vapors, me I call it amnesiaLive my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya`Never mind all the haters, fuck them all, let them die slowAll I need is my niggaz, money, liquor, and hydroI know![Chorus - 2X]Everybody gon` die one dayWhether its natural causes or gun playBut fucking with me you sliding down a one wayI keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Don`t blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding thisThe game needed thisLloyd Banks, a.k.a. Mr. I don`t feed a bitchOr need a bitch, I state it when I meet a bitchIf you wanna trick you need a switch`Cause I don`t trick Adidas bitchThis is all I got, I have to blowSo whether its fast or slowPlatinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoePop the bag, pass the dro`Blow about a half a OLegit citizenship, my pimp is internationalYou gotta agree, these motherfuckers a probably have me LatinBefore they find a nigga hotter than meWe on top as far as I can seeAnd since the hood watching meMy regular trip to the mall is a shopping spreeI`m the number one draft pick, none of y`all topping meI move around with the plastic, you ain`t dropping meThe show me love in my cityThey fucking with me and I`m fucking with themNigga G-Unit till the end[Chorus - 2X][Bridge - Lloyd Banks]Your six inches from a coffinSo I suggest you stop talkingAnd make me resort to violenceAnd You`ll no longer be walkingYour six inches from a coffinSo I suggest you stop talkingAnd make me resort to violence, nigga[Outro - Lloyd Banks]Yeah!You gotta love it!