Lloyd Banks - No Escape (feat. Tony Yayo) | Текст песни

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• No Escape (feat. Tony Yayo)

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[Sample:]
... Drugs came here, and had everybody going
Crazy...

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeahhhhhh...
Oooo oooo...
What up nigga...
Southside...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
Dog, man, woman, to child, oh well
They get hit in the line of fire your fault, don't tell
The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a fuck
Eyes hazy, tryna think on how to live up
Mom raised me, cause daddy doin' numbers off his hands
Coke baby, jus' maybe I'm supposed to be the man
Don't play me, my bail money long, I'm out the jam
Then I'm Swayze, the key to the hood of my pocket man
Mercedez, I came a long way from the dollar van
And my lady? Built like a Coca Cola bottle, damn
You buy a bitch some heels she'll walk over you in 'um
That's why I'm never spendin', iconic momentum
I slut 'um out, bend 'um, lend them and that's the endin'
They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine
G-Unit till the endin', cause I don't like pretendin'
Send 'um far away from here, hear them bitch niggaz tremblin'...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape with some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, that's fate
You got your hands on some money, and you hate
Nigga it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't gotta love me back I wouldn't die for my hood
Southside!... I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood...

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yeah...
Trap money got me livin' like a Pharoah
Got the strap with the air cool barrel
Fifty grand shooter money in a shoe box
My bet it hit you like Takita did Lennox
The streets feelin' like a battle ground
Here come a herd of these niggaz, I bet I shoot the cattle down
See life, it's jus' like a hourglass
Haters wanna see me up North using cold craft
The forty-four blast, but I'm hooded up
Police camera's on the street but who gives a fuck
Russian AK with the strap on the shoulder
Will turn one man to about a hundred soldiers
Take this clip, die a million deaths
Gain thirty pounds nigga take your last breath
Six feet deep homie, that's a ugly dirt nap
Six shooters shootin', russian attack...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape with some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, that's fate
You got your hands on some money, and you hate
Nigga it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't gotta love me back I wouldn't die for my hood
Southside!... I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood...

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You see them niggaz, kill 'um, they been poppin' shit for mad long
Shotgun to 'um, get your Donovan Mcnabb on
Sad song, burgundy glue, all on a fag lawn
It's a man's world, and them niggas got pads on
Everywhere I go, I get the fishbowl effect
I'm like a fuckin' flat screen couple bricks on my neck
The break is over, the break is over, I'm back
I'm Takin' over, I'm takin' over, Click Clack... !
I kill the dro so, I'm gon' end up chromo
Henessey it until I pass out, like Jojo
Talk behind the next nigga back, you hoe bro
And I don't kill 'um softly, ride by 'um in slow mo
I'm a real nigga, my opposition queer fam
Why should I fear man that wouldn't crush a beer can
I came in this shit top pick, and I still am
Reputation tougher than leather, and my wheel, Lamb...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape and some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you fe

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