Lloyd Banks - Take 'em To War Lyrics






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Take 'em To War Lyrics

[11 seconds instrumental]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - Bury me with my enemies
Dead and gone, they remember me! Wasn't me in the dirt, nigga!
Power hold the show power in the P's
Money bring fleas. - And crack put palm queens on these.
Genetics like the jeans on fiends
Dirty! - I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens
Early - I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes; pearly
Necklace all over your ex; your wife, your girly.
Life flies when it push you to the limit
Fuck just gettin' by that's no way to live it! (uh!)
"What the fuck do you take me fooor? "
"Try to take somethin' you'll be layin' on the floor."
It's alot, missed comrades is breathin' then before
I rules a nigga everytime I leave out on the tour.
He don't even respect war, bullets squeezin' out the four
Heaven's door gotta be better than anything we've seen before!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Fuck talkin' let's take 'em to war! (war!)
Drama after drama 'til they layin' on the floor. (flooe!)
What the fuck do you take me fooor?! (fooor!)
Eye for an eye time to even up the score! (score!)
I rather be not here than hungry. (hungry!)
I'm sick when I'm not near my money. (money!)
They want me to lose but I'm a win! (I'm a win!)
I made it there before and I'm a make it there again. (again!)

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uhh! - Bullshit kept to a minimum
Come at me all subliminal, I'm a retaliate straight. (uhh!)
You need a M-F miracle, a Saddam bomb lyrical
Somethin' chemical; hungry enough to scrape plates!
A sure shotter. - And rule sour!
The mall's ours. - The whores crowd us - for 24 hours.
Ignore cowards, stuntin', one of my superpowers
Stupid dollars. - Swagger and the Coupe is stylish! (uhh!)
Used to violence, old beef, and new medallions
You been drownin'. - I'm flyin' on route to Island.
G-Unit soldier on the front, one of the new batallion
The car's German, the paint's black, the shoe's Italian!
I don't cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whylin'
No need for a stylist, I'm already stylin'!
Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin'
Keep the neighborhood on edge. - Ain't nobody smilin' for...

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ ("Tony Yayo")]
Fuck talkin' let's take 'em to war! (war!)
Drama after drama 'til they layin' on the floor. (flooe!)
What the fuck do you take me fooor?! (fooor!)
Eye for an eye time to even up the score! (score!) ("yeeah! ")
I rather be not here, than hungry. (hungry!) ("yeah! ")
I'm sick when I'm not near my money. (money!) ("yeah, uh! ")
They want me to lose but I'm a win! (I'm a win!) ("It's the Unit, we back nigga! ")
I made it there before and I'm a make it there again. (again!) ("yeah! ")

[Tony Yayo:]
Rainman. - Hoffman!
211 Range, bad bitch coughin'.
Good weed! - Expel out my lungs
Re-up on the rizzy 'fore I'm done.
Cocaine pitchin'. - City code facts
B.M. broke a 30, give you the chils. - Biggie quote that! (Biggie!)
Robin Leech tour, Condo on the board wall
211 extract wall. - Make the girls talk! (break it down now!)
Earn mad sticks; five-thousand on the Blazer
Disrespect; the head turn a nigga chaser! (YEAH!)
The difference between me and you is
You Mel Gibson with your bitch. - And I'm a pimp!
My Fonzerelli Fel make the hoes drool
Candy paint drippin' off the old school!
"So don't merge in my lane... "
"L, chopper or the game. - I build a tunnel for the 'cane! "

[Chorus]

[Beat fades out]

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