Lloyd Banks When The Chips Are Down Lyrics

Artist: Lloyd Banks
Publishers: ©EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Popularity : 3 users have visited this page.
Length: 3:39

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These *****s wanna see me
'cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy
To get mine
You get ya *** laid down

The paint is peelin'
When the chips are down
You gotta lose all feelin
Your head goes round n' round

Funny how the world revolves around my click
'cause just a year ago a ***** ain't have **** (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It's amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum *****s'll blows ya brains out, **** (bap)
I'm the new ***** the others can't stand
The rubber band man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another ***** fill my spot
If a *****s steal from me it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not
Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not?

[Chorus: x2]

Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they **** L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin' my PlayStation
I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin' for a statement, (heart monitor beeps to flat line)


Pass the weed and let a ***** get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs **** (****)
Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo), broke *****

[Chorus: x2]
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