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The Shitty City

Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent14 Jul 2016

The Shitty City Lyrics

The Shitty City - Lloyd Banks/50 Cent (50美分)

Ladies and gentlemen

 

Allow me to introduce you to

 

The boy that bring the cheddar in

 

When you thought they was used to you damn

Ni**a just when you thought it was safe I came back uh

Brand new track Mack gun cocks and made that blast

Lloyd bank

Uh hey sorry for the weeks you had

I know these other albums that made you mad uh

You ain't heard me this raw since the hunger for more uh

The player haters don't want the boy wonder to score f**k

If you can't take the fouls get the hell up out the game uh

Cause that comes with it when you yellin'out my name what

Duke couldn't cope with the pressure or handle wall of fame uh

Fell in love with a stripper like T pain haha

I'm foc us ing dudes so lame what's his name uh

I don't remember he went as fast as he came whoo

Buck know the story you can ask him the same yeah

He used to get his tip on his a** is a flame

Yeah damn

I got a statue on my neck so if the talks come through

And I gotta leave out the country New York comes too

Enough with all the talkin'about what you gon'do

 

We got those too ni**a you old school gunshot non stop

You shakin'in your shoes like you seen the dead yeah

Probably gotta sleep and moan now cause you pee the bed sniiiiiiiff

I don't come with excuses I bring the heat instead gun cocks

Catch him comin'out the radio station and paint his head blast haha

You turn jelly when you start to do your thing and ya

Blowin'20 s now martin Luther king uh

Especially when your blue rocks sparkle and they bling uh

I looked like I rubbed magic marker on the ring bank

Ni**a my crew colour champagne solar

With more whips than a slave owner

Uh huh I drop game on ya uh huh

I came up with the water leakin'yeeah

The half black half puerto rican ready for all the beefin'yeah

I watched who you beefed with niggaz'll call a precinct uh huh

And you be headed outta town this weekend yeah whoo

Everythin'that glitters ain'gold this platinum

Made ni**a don't deserve to get punched just smack him whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Every b**ch don't deserve to get lunch jus Mack'em

She's only puttin'up with my sh*t cause I'm rappin'i know

And everybody know the young boy stackin' yeeah

And spider ridin' around with the glock gun

Guns and ammo kid I damage sh*t

Be careful how you mention me

 

Ni**a when that hammer spit blast

The nozzle's lit take cover by a car or tree

I come through your hood they see me with my whoo bop pop

Walkin' strapped now I wanna see who's sh*t talkin'

Cause I rap and they rap it ain't the same

Till I snap and I clap and blow out his brains

I'm still hungry ni**a I'll come for you boy

What you think the gloves the mask and the duck tape for

Probably homicide still flashin' my flick

My allaby air tight so get off my dick

Look now I know my rights I'm pleadin' fif'

And I kick your a** you hit me with that stick pretty sha

I'm sorry Mr officer the blocks locked down

Your partners been hit he layin'on the ground

 

His lil'vest couldn't stop a'AK round automatic gunshots

If it was a 38 or a tree pound

Fo' fo' he'll still be around damn

He on the corner more than me his heart hangin' out

 

Ggg ggg g unit

Ni**a

It's 50 whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Ahh man

 

Yeeesssss

 

Whooohooo mo money

I'm feeling it

 

Bank I can feel the money comin'

 

Hahaha

 

They thought it was over it's gonna get worse

 

Hahaha

 

You know I'm startin' to feel like

 

I don't have to think no more to do this sh*t

 

See that

 

Damn

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***