Take A Picture (Explicit)

Take A Picture (Explicit) - Lloyd Banks

Fresh God from overseas man damn

Fresh outta JFK man

And I hear all this new sh*t going on ni**a

Ain't nobody eatin' this year's summer 2nd quarter 3rd quarter 4th quarter

'Ey this more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it uh

The whip shine like there's baby oil on it

I honk the airhorn at them b**ches in the street

Heeey remember me huh the on you called a creep

Now my w**d so sweet I hit it and fall asleep

Wake up roll up again I get it and bought it cheap uh

Now you showin' off jewellery and couldn't afford to keep haha

And he won't show his face so I'm a hook him

On the beat non stop

I'm a animal too I put the hammer a do

Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

Damn

I'm baaaaaaaack bring it back

Fresh from overseas man

Fresh outta JFK man

And I hear all this new sh*t going on ni**a

Ain't nobody eatin' this year's summer's 2nd quarter

God 3rd quarter 4th quarter damn

'Ey this more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it uh

The whip shine like there's baby oil on it

I honk the airhorn at them b**ches in the street

Heeey remember me huh the on you called a creep let's go

Now my w**d so sweet I hit it and fall asleep

Wake up roll up again I get it and bought it cheap uh

Now you showin' off jewellery and couldn't afford to keep

And he won't show his face so I'm a hook him on the beat

Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

In blue now all of a sudden I'm back and my sh*t buzzin' really

The broads the kids the bloods and the crips love 'em shadyville

Cuzin' we got the city on smash

Now I'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass

I'm the leader of the class the heat is in the stash

I don't read up on a pass I dictate the future

Damn

Millenium boy you just can't get rid of ya boy

I chuck 'em the deuce and get a new toy what up

These niggas better start actin' right yeah I ain't rap too tight yeah

I'll leave ya head red and white like a apple bite

Come ni**a I got a fat niggas appetite

Pass thru the traffic light smash on the coppers light voooom

The punchline kid is back ni**a look what my punchlines did for rap

Inspired the new jacks that's why they sound like that

Where they chained down ear to the ground like that

The games in now shot me cause he's the punk

I'm two niggas in one like shock G and humpty hump

Its on now you got to pop me to shut me up

Slugs missed ya we ain't mad at ya boy he ducked

We can go hole for hole or cut for cut

It won't be the first time yall better toughen up

Radio is all messed up now what the f**k is that

It gave em all of the spins and got nothing back

Save ya self studio time and pump it back

I punch a car you scream help when you see the sarg

I'll go upside ya head you'll see a bunch of stars

And yellow moons I'm balling with a plus garage

I'm hugh heffner all over when it come to broads

Even the ones that don't fit in hump the cars yeah

I'm back I can't wait to see you niggas in the street

I can't wait to see you niggas go to sleep

I can't wait to see you niggas 6 feet underground