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8 Minutes Of Death
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Lloyd Banks
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[Part 1:]
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Now first of all keep my name off record,
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I'm internationally known, lyrically respected
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Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up,
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And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks
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It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud,
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But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd
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There'll be ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
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The moment we bump heads nigga fuck the cuffs
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When I'm tourin' the smarter hoes rush the bus,
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And get a attitude, cause I'm in a rush to bust
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Cause think about it, I've been the only one that I can trust,
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Since I had to use shoe polish to cover up the scuffs
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I climbed up from the bottom thats why they on my nuts,
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And they all got boyfriends, that's why they on the hush
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Plus I'm hotter then most, that's why they mouths droppin'
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And I ain't just out coppin' I'm house shoppin'
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Hahaha Yeah!
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[Part 2:]
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Aye you're either a full blown sicko, senile or stupid,
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To run up on me with the blicky and don't use it
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Watch as I express murder through music,
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I've been around a while now, heard a few lose it
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Banks make the money, money don't make me,
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We been together like 8 Ball and MJG
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Like Stockton and Malone, Chrome and Tombstone,
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Norega & Capone, or a hater on the phone
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It ain't a close call or a tie at all, I'm about a mile away,
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You're nobody, you can die today
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I'm MJ, fuck what you're man say,
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I got a new cannon that's hologram gray,
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Hey, I can do this all day, got my uniform on high off the cron cron
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It used to be competition, now they all gone
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Caught up in the crossfire throwin' up they palm-palms
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You don't wanna wired jaw, that'll zip your lip
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Cause we can all get down, go grip for grip
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You're better off drivin' drunk, flip yo wip
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He ain't shit, ain't nobody gonna miss the prick
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Man everything gonna stop when your man drop
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They fuckin' with BANKS, been from southside jamaica to jamrock
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And I be over seas for the G's and I'm gettin' it,
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I don't smoke weed with the seeds and the sticks in it,
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I'm the reason your dough goin' thin,
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Cause ya'll in the way, when I see nigga's I see bowlin' pins
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You can call me Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse.
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And I stack cause I'm after the bread,
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I got a G for every bump on your face and every nap on your head
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I be set for a week while I'm back from the dread,
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With a brown bag fluffy as a package of bread
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HAHAHA...
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[Part 3:]
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What I'm doin'? Nothin', chillin' at the Holiday Inn,
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With a bottle of Jin, and the model's a 10,
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I ain't worried about the kid's ma' swallowin' them,
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Another victim to my matol again,
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You're fallin' off, and I will not follow a trend,
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Go call your boss, I put a hot hollow in him,
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I never lost, I'm cooler then Chicago's wind,
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Butter's soft in the Benz and the 9 hold 10,
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As time keep's tickin', I'm Chevrolet dippin',
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Navy blue swede seats with the grey strip in,
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It's plain to see, you can't change me,
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Cause I'm a be a nigga for life, flyin' figures in ice,
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I bet the price on the fling of the dice,
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Shorty with me, we slingin' a pipe,
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Chrome thing on right, one on the wip, it'll ring on your top
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And I be five thousand miles from the block man
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[Part 4:]
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Aye, you talk like you're rich but really ain't got a home,
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and been in everybodies video but your own
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New York is the sound, clown I walk with a pound,
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now the talk of the town real as the chalk in the ground,
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You ain't nothin' but a duplicate followin' the ruler,
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Chain, watch, and ring, you borrowed from the jeweler
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You had to see the chain, scene swallowed before I knew it,
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Don't trip that'll get ya hit hard in your madolah,
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I ain't really for the talk, nigga argue with the rugger,
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Have yourself a drink roll a bottle with a budda,
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I'm the last one to run, the first one to come,
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shit your boy smooth as the verse when I'm done,
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I used to say I wouldn't amount to nothin',
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Even my momma ain't know she had a star since the oven, cousin',
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You gotta love him the kid's gettin' his dollars man,
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I've been a part of God's plan since the sonogram
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[Part 5:]
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Yo who else but blue could do what he do?
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The nigga's he ran the street was the crew that he flew,
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I embrace the new jack assuming he's true,
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But he was soft as a cloth so I auctioned him off, man
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That ain't no way to talk to a boss, fuck a middle man, bring the hawk to the source
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I'm ballin' from the heliport to the porche,
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With my dominican bitch that walks like a horse
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When I floss, it's hard for anybody to come off,
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I ain't a come up, you need karate or the torch,
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Nigga's hate it, now they feelin' sorry on they porch,
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Cause I made it, I don't let the Ferari on the courts,
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That ain't really a run compared to shit we done,
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The crib got more land then Area 51,
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You take one of mine your whole family get to run,
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I ain't Diesel, but they scarred of me with a gun, I'm the one
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[Part 6:]
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Aye writing for malotti's thats what you gotta chew,
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The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you,
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Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed up,
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For throwin' the blocks up and couldn't shake jake when they popped up,
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The media be killin' my vibe but I'm ghetto like the paper that you hang from the ceiling to get the fire stuck,
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I got a pool and I can't swim, It's like I sleep over and can't bend,
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Then I'm on a plane, money, clothes, and hoes, I get it all the same,
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I take rolls of those and sit 'em in a chain,
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some rose and froze, they bitter and ashamed,
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Come on, I ain't your regular nigga in the game, I'm on,
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I'm a pimp soldier, mid rover, pants off my ass, hat tilt over,
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The same in the winter, blade under the skully,
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I'm hotter then the phone booth outside of the deli,
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[Part 7:]
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You're now in the presents of a damn don,
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and a gorgeous wip, sittin' on 24's with a 4 inch lip, prick,
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This ain't nothin' like the movies fam, ya hear uzi blam, I'm so icey, Gucci man,
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I got my hand on that fith when I'm rollin' slow,
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cause I stand out like shit in the snow ya know
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I'm ridin' around in the city with the top down,
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Neck full of eye candy, yellow rocks round,
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I bet you if I wanna I'm a get her,
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Lay her down and hit her with a good Lord splitter,
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Banks ain't the nigga to fool with, I'll have 'em outlinin' ya,
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With the blue shit from the pool stick,
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You thinkin' about clappin' me you better,
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I catch ya and cut ya, your scar will look like a japanese letter
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Listen to my shit, your raps will be better,
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I'm a stunna, put granny in a half a eat sweater,
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I'm hungry as the last verse, I sleep third,
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bullshit second, and get the cash first.
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Pop the champagne, let the weed on the bus blow,
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Mixtape monster, R.I.P. to Justo,
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Now we got the game on smash, the real nigga's respect us,
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the rest well, they all ass.
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Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash.
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And they all weak, you motherfuckers better off sleep
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You're beat by a long shot, the young boy from a strong block,
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Ya'll done pushed over the wrong rock
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Spend your money on me, I make the song hott,
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The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop,
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My chain big like my buzz in the city,
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But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty,
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I got a chick and a chip on my shoulder,
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A zip of da doljah, hood wip and a rover, a Soldier
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[Part 8:]
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I'm one of the realest nigga's that did it,
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Anything you ever heard me on I shitted,
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I spread the flow to the masses and he bit it,
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got a tear drop, a ghetto pass, and ran with it,
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I know a couple of niggas that would love to fry his hat,
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put a Butterfly Blade on his Butterfly Tat,
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You know me lowkey, rubber side strap,
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Fuck with me if you wanna it will be one hell of a summer,
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Game was a G-unit groupie, they made a flick about bitchass nigga's he be in a movie
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I'm in a beach house palm tree and ja'causei,
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Bad bitch me and a smoothie,
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Now all I got is heat and tough talk for you,
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Pepper spray your fuckin' eye balls just for you,
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I'm feelin' like I'm gonna lose my cool, sooner or later,
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all over a hater, ain't no man more important then paper.
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