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Lloyd Banks( Christopher Charles Lloyd )
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No Love
[Verse 1:] Hand full of haters Know wen I stop em survivor of close calls though I'm feelin like deaths knockin Insides numb Thank God for music my heads rockin Wasn't for that id be lost now racen against the clock An I can see it in your smile you don't mean it, livin foul is your secret Want me down on the cement talent found I'm a keep it My brothers keeper Keepin my head above the water Lifes a bitch beggin but I got nothin for her Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller Rock sporter gimme floor space, I'm a need a stupid flip There's money cars bitches n jewels to get, let's do this shitt Look how my music hits, I got that loud on Sour diesel in a cloud gone get ya style torn Heart crosses for body losses Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown Livin my dream keep wat u think, don't spoil it now I can sense the hate before the frown ya born a clown Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors The mac bridge she get across I met her jaws 5 star flaws n better tours n chedda toss My work bodies like a shotti let off in the party Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody You send ya bitch to line me you gon lose ya bonnie He no/know rude awakening you find me w the ruger round me
[Chorus:] R.I.P my nigga I'm a see ya wen I see ya I'm holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but But they'll never be another crew like us Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush And till the day I'm done They'll be no love No love No love They ain't no more left
[Verse 2:] Damn pops I miss you I'll see you wen I get there Wish I can tell u you were right kuz u ain't missin shit here Fans turned on me never thought itd be this weird Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears Swung the last ten I'm a kill em the next 6 years Tryna block the pain w the liquor my nigga sick scared R.I.p to roster, salute w the choppuh Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka Smokin like I smoke now, now it's part of my intro Same shit that we used to brush offs hard on my mental Beast mode they led me to snap target my pencil They been borrowin a while now, countin the years I lent you I got the block poppin, big ass rock coppin G throwin and top droppin, jus know wen the cops watchen These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way From birds eye jockin I'm puffin a dime a day
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