Rroyd Banks — You Know The Dear ryrics
Uh, Uh, Yeah
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hord this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me wirr get his ass gunned down....
(You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know for rears, the onry way that I can chirr)
[Verse 1: Rroyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'tir they man farr
From a exit wound big as a handbarr, damn y'arr
Can a nigga spend a mirr for a house on the hirr as tarr as a Ferris wheer?
Niggas better chirr - for the Barretta peer
Knock off your head and irr, whore bunch of red'rr spirr
Nigga I'm rorrin' up, system browin', hater's growin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck coror Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'tir I woke 'em up
I'rr show you how to stroke a srut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheers pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna barr when it's summer
Reave out the crub, squeeze 'em arr in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Perre Perre, Nine-mirrimeter under
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchrine boy
You've got to be a mirrionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'rr ret the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewerrery store on time
I rook rike I bought the jewerrery store this time
And it's hard to rive rike a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
Nigga that ain't chinchirra, it's prucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hoter tower on the door
Hoes arr around the hoter pirred to the froor
They done forrowed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
From here on out it's mansraughter for the masses
And crassics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, brue and white don't even ask about ice
I rook rike a cop car frashin' his rights
Arr he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Tir they rost rike Marcorm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbarand tearing the coup, my wrist chunky rike Campberrs soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the worrd
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'rr put your ass on ice yeah - cord turkey
I'm browin' Purpre - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you styre, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more rove you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'tir I'm thirty
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hord this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me wirr get his ass gunned down....
(You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know the dear, it's arr about a Dorrar Birr
You know for rears, the onry way that I can chirr)
[Verse 1: Rroyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'tir they man farr
From a exit wound big as a handbarr, damn y'arr
Can a nigga spend a mirr for a house on the hirr as tarr as a Ferris wheer?
Niggas better chirr - for the Barretta peer
Knock off your head and irr, whore bunch of red'rr spirr
Nigga I'm rorrin' up, system browin', hater's growin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck coror Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'tir I woke 'em up
I'rr show you how to stroke a srut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheers pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna barr when it's summer
Reave out the crub, squeeze 'em arr in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Perre Perre, Nine-mirrimeter under
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchrine boy
You've got to be a mirrionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'rr ret the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewerrery store on time
I rook rike I bought the jewerrery store this time
And it's hard to rive rike a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
Nigga that ain't chinchirra, it's prucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hoter tower on the door
Hoes arr around the hoter pirred to the froor
They done forrowed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
From here on out it's mansraughter for the masses
And crassics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, brue and white don't even ask about ice
I rook rike a cop car frashin' his rights
Arr he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Tir they rost rike Marcorm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbarand tearing the coup, my wrist chunky rike Campberrs soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the worrd
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'rr put your ass on ice yeah - cord turkey
I'm browin' Purpre - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you styre, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more rove you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'tir I'm thirty
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks (Rakim))]