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      Increase The Gritty

      Lloyd Banks

      Album: DJ Woogie Lloyd Banks - The Bank Vault 6

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      Lloyd Banks - Increase The Gritty Música y Letra

      [Whoo Kid:]
      Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
      
      [Eminem:]
      SHADY/AFTERMATH... WHOO KID!
      LET'S GO!
      10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! [gunshot]
      
      [Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
      "Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
      "The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
      They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
      And follow me thru Volume 3 [scratches] - outta dimension! {LLOYD BANK$! } [blast]
      
      {"COLD CORNER"! }
      
      [Lloyd Bank$:]
      "Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {BRING IT BACK! }
      
      [Lloyd Bank$:]
      "Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {DAMN! }
      
      [Lloyd Bank$:]
      "Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
      And "The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
      They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
      And follow me thru Volume 3 {PLK! } - outta dimension! [shot]
      They don't make niggas like they use to (uh!), I'm living proof!
      Making a killing off a sinning cause I give the truth. (uh!)
      When I ain't putting the crap down I'm spinning Coupes
      Soup hot! - I'm winter-proof them niggas wouldn't give a tooth. (yeah!) {COME ON! }
      I hit the switch, tint the roof, famous cause I flip the booth {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
      Dangerous, what a hit produce a body you, and get the truest (ugh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
      Ask them if they caking - you probably ain't gon get the truth
      Me? I'm hella honest went Ferrari when I flipped the Coupe. {DAMN! }
      Sorry but we got ta' - party with the choppas (why?)
      Ammo when we casa, come slippin and we got cha. {COME ON! }
      Drippin' blood [gunshot] - like pasta! - Confine the boxers
      I be in shackles while my mama watch us 'til they pick a time to drop us. (yeah!)
      Excelent when a GM - I'm a pro at this
      Golden gift, grimey as the niggas I be rolling with. (heh!)
      Lil' man hold the .5th, heavy over loaded piff
      Chevy over chromey lips catch me with your homie, bitch! (uh!) [scream]
      In a swollen six, diamond flooded rolly wrist
      Shining was my only wish, chinchilla was for more. (whoo!)
      If the club a place for fun then what you bring your pistol for (ha!)
      All these dummies in denial when drama pop this shit to floor
      Money coming by the pile? war (uh!)
      C-notes in the liquor store speed boats on a different shore. (shore!)
      A nigga tell you I ain't the one - but he ain't know nothing!
      Bet he change his opinion you let him hold something.
      I'm in a rove stunting - wheels back to back
      From a block away or more you'd think I had the traffic packed (uh!)
      Shawty's rest in Cadillacs! - Can't hold they asthma back.
      Niggas talking "mills" now - they ain't made half of that! (yeah!)
      Me I'm in the hood for real, right there where they trapping at
      Right there where it happens at - all familiar habit that.
      My habits are, carrots y'all, sexing in the fastest cars (ugh!)
      Green gang mastermind; nine levels past the bar. (whoo!)
      Past the torch, niggas don't deserve it, never past the Porsche
      I am what they leeching off, BAP! - Get them bastards off! (get them bastards off!)
      Rock in the rap game the top guys pageants off [gunshot]
      Took it like a murder when he wouldn't knock a rabbit off. (rabbit off!)
      Catch me out in Madison - on my automatic horse
      Word play magical a millimeter Gat 'em off! (Gat 'em off!)
      You won't have a career, after I shatter yours!
      Then splatter his, what my overwhelming average is. (yeah!)
      
      [Chorus:]
      Streets ain't a game nigga! (game nigga!)
      I was born by myself, but I ain't going how I came nigga. (came nigga!)
      Cause I'm a take a couple with me, if they get me!
      I'm tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky.
      Come on if you with me! - I'm strong in the city
      I'm never by myself I got the chrome riding, dig me. (dig me!)
      Rest in peace to 'Pac! Rest in peace to Biggie!
      The industry been shiney now, let's increase the gritty!
      
      [Outro:]
      Yeah! {"COLD CORNER"! }
      I know 'bout you man...
      My corner!
      Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET... B. Y.! }
      Same shit rumor...
      2 G's Up, man! [scratches] [scream]

      Lloyd Banks - Increase The Gritty Música y Letra

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