Drop 5 - Lloyd Banks

Keep talking that talk till' we catch you out there and tint your lids

I put all my focus on a new way to ballons the kids

There ain’t enough accolades to cover the shit we did

A grown up had shrouded me on the neck, but I’m disinterested

When it comes to rated R shit, I’m double and back like Mr. Big

Worry bout family ties 'cause my cousin’ll smack you with the SIG

Stumbling backwards, split yo' wig, humbling bastards, fist the jig

I don’t even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is

Party stairs and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears

My sons' is dissing me, mad as hell when a car seat takes stairs

I trump these niggas, 8 tiers

Apply the pressure, shake peers

Faced on my fears, seeing my nickname on the marquee, great years

Ears to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife

Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded, growing, it’s cultured, ice

Living in danger most my life, could’ve just stopped, I chose my vice

Putting this work to make sure I’m buried in ice

You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven

Take opinions wit' ya, don’t ever question how we livin'

Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison

This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead

I need my kids to live fly, I’m not just trying to get by

You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side

Nobody’s hot and whenever you come around, we outside

Let a nigga take one of ours, it’s only right we drop five

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The name will always hold weight, I’ll leave it to little Chris

You bitch, I’m killing this for you, diss me, do your due diligence

Industry playing experiments, Damn I wish you were still a fan

Started for 20 years, on the average they out the bench

Calling you find the realest stinge, Ive been the shit

I’m still convinced, my penmanship, dismember shit

I’ve been feeding this game since I entered it

Back, since you mentioned it, wondering where the tension went

Niggas fucking up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags

Smoking and drinking 'till it made me ill, praying for God to take the wheel

My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill

Be cool your honor, I’m moving commas, excuse your partner

A true provider, in blue Gabbana, the coupe’s designer

My pools piranha, I lose the drama in Punta Cana

There’s never a question on who’s the rider, remove the timer

Life is a bitch, will makes excuses out her, persevere

Piece of cake when your purposes clear

Second time I’ve been cursed this year

You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven

Take opinions wit' ya, don’t ever question how we livin'

Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison

This is infrared, right on the target, take it in lead

I need my kids to live fly, I’m not just trying to get by

You violate, meet your fate, me and this nine on my side

Nobody’s hot and whenever you come around, we outside

Let a nigga take one of ours, it’s only right we drop five