Crack - Lloyd Banks

Ok.

The Unit.

Nigga

Aye.

Fuck what you heard

Grab a cup, hit the curb.

I’m a captain, I’ll get you cut with a word

Word to everything I ever cared about

You be higher in the air than the window I’m starin out.

No OG, but I’m older than my time so

The carmen block shots like Alonzo.

I can spot BS through a blind fold

I hear em talkin, bet I put em in line tho.

Me and the money, what a hell of a combo

The condo, is one of the locations the dimes go.

I push sports cars, so I don’t drive slow

My jewelry pop out, we call that piro.

Roll up the windows or get rolled over

I’m so cold I gotta holster, chip and a cold shoulder.

They say New Yorks rap in jeopardy

But you consider New York and Jack the recipe.

Why is everybody so deceptive to the fake shit?

Who made it ok to swagger jack that way?

I’m hounded by the cops, so I move like I’m being watched

Don’t get it twisted, that’s the Mc’n stops.

Nigga see if I care, I’m in a BM drop.

Heat a cop, this a hit, 9 millimeter hot.

I jack your bitch nigga, you won’t be happy then

Make her nasty than Kim Kardashian.

She like em flashy and I’m twin car cashin em

These niggas can’t be 4real, I laugh at em.

I’m not just slick talk, I add passion in

Full speed ahead now, can’t afford to crash again.

These niggas way more feminine than masculine

Lay em all down let the paramedics spachul em.

Don’t stop talkin to til you pick em out his coupe

Hit at his feet, make em do the Chicken Noodle Soup.

Nigga.