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Lloyd Banks The Hunger For More

pressure Porsche Panamera, platinum hammer through the metal Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough that inner city grammer Step your jewels up, they bruised up, I'll sparkle for

the side, yf you're ready to ride I'm down for a one night stand, I'll accept it anyway that I can 'Cuz I ain't your man, I'll try for whatever it's

, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, your scheming don't affect me I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm

Banks: Uh uh uh / turn me up Lloyd: Wuddup Lloyd? Banks: Ah ah ah? Lloyd: Hahaha Banks: Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Lloyd: Long time in the making huh??? Banks:

LLOYD BANKS: ugh.. bury me wit my enemies dead and gone they gonna remeber me weather me in the dirt nigga, power hold its own power in the P's money

hallway scenes Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny paid me for the body Crosses for

and niggaz rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year Just bagged a hundred more

yeah i hear you now imma make you shut the fu-k up [bridge] they see me roving they want to stop, drop off the face of earth but imma make it pop hot

in Listen I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in Over betrayal is not forgiven I do this for my niggaz