Lloyd Banks - Get Clapped (feat. Prodigy) скачать mp3

(feat. Mobb Deep) [Banks] Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga) [Prodigy] Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped) [Chorus Banks] I know this feel different cause everything is good They actin like I changed like i went hollywood Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat Like I aint homocide all over the beat Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear [Banks Verse] Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead Stay low strapped up metal on inf red Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser Sucker for love, type to pick up the glass slipper Look around ass nigga before u add liquer Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya Keep ya clique tight know ya goals Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body With beans outta the shotty while im in the Maserati With somethin thats gonna swallow me [Chorus Banks] I know this feel different cause everything is good They actin like I changed like i went hollywood Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat Like I aint homocide all over the beat Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear [Prodigy Verse] My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds I got power and i will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn On the corner of murda and duke so come through Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me [Chorus Banks] I know this feel different cause everything is good They actin like I changed like i went hollywood Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat Like I aint homocide all over the beat Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear [Banks Verse] Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with I need the block to feel the best that i came with I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick Different day same shit media and popperazzi love Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god Cause we in a battle field wher