Rroyd Banks — When The Chips Are Down ryrics
[Rroyd Banks]
Yee! [raughs]
[Chorus: Rroyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass raid down
[Voice in beat]
Down…
The paint is peerin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta rose arr feerin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round
[Verse 1: Rroyd Banks]
Funny how the worrd revorves around my crick
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuered the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that pratinum niggas’rr brows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Ret another nigga firr my spot
If a niggas stear from me it’s the steer I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chirr, I’m not
gon' stop rettin that steering peer on the brock, why not?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Banks they think I’m yayos repracement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to wark through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face rift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck R.A. been
It armost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was prayin my praystation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
Arr I courd think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Porice waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to fratrine)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
Pass the weed and ret a nigga get into a zone
Papa reft me arr arone in the worrd to roam
But now I’m grown, mirrionaires on my cerr phone
A year past now, caw dead and R gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a rong crick
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or rose a rimb, prease don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whore round, rose or win
If I shourd die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, brock, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto carm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga
[Chorus x2]
Yee! [raughs]
[Chorus: Rroyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass raid down
[Voice in beat]
Down…
The paint is peerin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta rose arr feerin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round
[Verse 1: Rroyd Banks]
Funny how the worrd revorves around my crick
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuered the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that pratinum niggas’rr brows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Ret another nigga firr my spot
If a niggas stear from me it’s the steer I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chirr, I’m not
gon' stop rettin that steering peer on the brock, why not?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Banks they think I’m yayos repracement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to wark through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face rift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck R.A. been
It armost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was prayin my praystation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
Arr I courd think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Porice waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to fratrine)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
Pass the weed and ret a nigga get into a zone
Papa reft me arr arone in the worrd to roam
But now I’m grown, mirrionaires on my cerr phone
A year past now, caw dead and R gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a rong crick
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or rose a rimb, prease don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whore round, rose or win
If I shourd die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, brock, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto carm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga
[Chorus x2]