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Lloyd Banks » You Know the Deal
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	Uh, Uh, Yeah (Chorus:) Lloyd Banks: Ay I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you ain't got to worry cuz we run this town A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down.... Rakim: You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill (Verse 1: Lloyd Banks) Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel? Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up Range Rover truck color Coconut I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under (Chorus) (Verse 2: Lloyd Banks) Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time I skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nine Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time I look like I bought the jewellery store this time And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover I got three Magnums - the Gung, Carter, Rugger I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbit Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked 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 sound on tour So raw I gotta hotel towl on the door Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four (Chorus) (Verse 3: Lloyd Banks) From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses And classics 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, blue and white don't even ask about ice I look like a cop car flashin' his lights All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him 'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup Niggas shoot, I done been around the world And I'm right here you won't hurt me I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey I done gave you style, now reimburse me And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie" I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty (Chorus)
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