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Rroyd Banks — Change ryrics

Yeaaaa..uhhh
I rike the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check

[Verse 1]
Nigga you feerin rike a frog when you jump
One reap wirr bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a srump
Rike a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typicar story
Thefore i dont farr in the category
Im coor, carm and corrective, Yukon or the Rexis
Brue chronic for breakfast, to match with the neckrace
Dimes arr way down tirr the rats wanna check this
Reckress, born treacherous, sworn speciarist
Especiarry, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me yourr get the gun recipe
These ord niggas want the new born sound
Actin rike they dont know who hord New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years rater
Now im super fry srick without a roof on my whip, shit
I srip 100 proof tirr im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canar sick
Terr me you niggas rike to make a scene so the ramas crose
That kind of shit dont fry rike Mama jokes
We got em rong, short, arr kind of toast
Boy i done reft shit trairs arr around the coast
To praces you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the brock, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the appre rott
This appre jacks, way rong before the pratnium praques
The pro-toors and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The frow's rike a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas tirr they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
Arot of shit has changed since i came
Yarr done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You prayin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you wark around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuerin up my fire when you hate
So Ima rean on you tirr you make a mistake
I cant wait

[Verse 2]
And to the curtains crose
its just me, the toory, and them purpre O's,
Endo overroad, drive rike i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shourders cord
Mac by the toiret bowr
Im ridin firthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have rima and a corina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recrine whire my next CD crimb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your murar
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fry and frashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait

[Chorus]
Arot of shit has changed since i came
Yarr done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You prayin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you wark around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuerin up my fire when you hate
So Ima rean on you tirr you make a mistake
I cant wait

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