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Power Steering
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Lloyd Banks
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Uh, camouflage arms for sneak approaches Can't defy eyes, don't keep the focus N***a, ain't no more punchlines, I keep explosives Monkey see, monkey do, MC hypnosis You'll have an army as long as you feed the soldiers Standing on top of my opps for sneaker poses Make it, then push a few b***ons, release the vultures Twenty plane seats with street diplomas Handle your destiny solo, decrease the middlemen Wake up, pray, and get to it, repeat that sh*t again Can my dog go to Heaven? At least consider him I knew he's ten slots under a decent citizen It's a punk's prime, real ones keep diminishing Poverty hits hard, knock off of your equilibrium I ain't going nowhere as long as I keep delivering They know I'm back out harder than keep from trembling (Yeah) Money bags holding up the ceiling (Uh) Anything to do to make a million (Yeah) Can anybody tell me why we building? (Uh) Think I really care 'bout how you feeling? (Nah) This time around, I'ma make a killing (Killing) And when I'm gone, leave it to my children (Children) Haters mouthing off, I don't hear 'em (Nah) Leave him through it all, power steering (Haha) It's simple, I just gotta catch him on his menstrual (Uh-huh) Put the hawk either through his neck or his temple (Hmm) You get a funeral, n***a, him too (Yeah) Couldn't imagine the sh*t I've been through (Uh-uh) Eat what you kill, the street sh*t is real Might need new cleats if you deep in the field (Woo) Long way from a hunnid pack (Uh-huh) I'ma run it up 'fore I run it back (Yeah) We reside where the sun is at (Hot) Headshots, we ain't coming back The death wishes is coming, the left wrist is a hunnid The best b*t*hes among us (Best) Close to who I'm close to If I don't know you by now, I ain't supposed to (Nah) I'm a big stepper (Yeah), you a young dancer (Yep) Smoke with me's only gon' lead to lung cancer Money bags holding up the ceiling (What?) Anything to do to make a million (Yeah) Can anybody tell me what we building? (Huh) Think I really care 'bout how you feeling? (Nah) This time around, I'ma make a killing (Killing) And when I'm gone, leave it to my children (Children) Haters mouthing off, I don't hear 'em (Nah) Leave him through it all, power steering The thuggin' stands out, so does your pick and choosin' The screwface got a filter, consider this amusing Money stacks getting recycled, the sick allusion Been underrated too long, now, this sh*t's confusing My wait is up, anybody in my division is losin' Power moves to be made and I ain't tipping to 'em Shorty, my ears and my eyes, I hear a vision brewin' I get you back to the room later it's pictures movin' Louis V sleeve knacks from princess cuttin' Designer weed bags don't guarantee the sh*t you puffin' Just rolled off on the dock, another shipment coming You n***as wanted hairlines, I got the clippers buzzin' Lil' pens won't be qualifying for this discussion My link's cruisin', the chain's Cuban, the grip is Russian F**k is you lames doing? The sh*t's disgusting N***a, with that kind of aim you ain't hittin' nothin' (Yeah) Money bags holding up the ceiling (Uh) Anything to do to make a million (Yeah) Can anybody tell me what we building? (Uh) Think I really care 'bout how you feeling? (Nah) This time around, I'ma make a killing (Killing) And when I'm gone, leave it to my children (Children) Haters mouthing off, I don't hear 'em (Nah) Leave him through it all, power steering
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