Drop A Diamond Lyrics


Lloyd Banks Drop A Diamond

[Intro: Michael Corleone from Godfather IIIAnnotate]

"That’s it. Joey Zasa. He can't be doing this alone

Ugh - just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in! "

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

The smell of speed is in the air

When known for smoking path

A bunch of different people want building

Tonight we culture clash

I ain't supposed to be here, my nigga

Them lives be over fast

Younglings disappear, they be bigger

Looks like he chose the AVE

Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals

Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel

Don't let that glitter deceive you

She'll get one up to bleed to

Worry something you'll squeeze through

Check my propellers from diesel

Even weekend I be lit up

Until then a fly drops

Up and down one of the side blocks

She licks the eye in cyclops

Party not, Chavante star, my high tops

My chain didn't bring her cutie ass home

Now do we all my paps

Play them games around here be in that sky box

Ain't no freedom of crime props

But that's just me. Rewind. Stop

Shout out to why shlocks

Every one of them on my time slot

Shocks to those who think I can't do it

I'm thinking "Why not?"

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Nobody said it would be easy

Baby, you believe me?

No battles will take the fun out at all

Never defeat me

Drop a diamond for the coolest nigga

I'm back to shining with my movie nigga

Know they've been waiting, time to deliver

Where the real mutherfuckers at?

Too many faking now. What's up with that?

I'd rather get to it. One up to Mac

I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back

A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

What up, son? Umbrella handguns

45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par

Keep shedding campus running

Newscaster cameras come

Nickel plated cannon gun

Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble

War rich thugs, a few rich cubs

Hide money inside the screw twist tubs

And, yo, smoke weed. Bring monster trees

Petrified niggas who testified

Get blown down, electrified

Hard niggas used to starve a nigga

Rob the rob niggas

Now we flex the cars

Eating carbs, my nigga

Build minx style

Wild i berry and lynx style

Dressed a drawer full of shells

I think childish

What you want to do?

My money be up too

And we be up all week laying to interrupt you

Sprinter trucks, roll up

What's up killer, f..ck you!

Red carpet, you're out

Blaow, look up, BOOM!

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Nobody said it would be easy

Baby, you believe me?

No battles will take the fun out at all

Never defeat me

Drop a diamond for the coolest nigga

I'm back to shining with my movie nigga

Know they've been waiting, time to deliver

Where the real mutherfuckers at?

Too many faking now. What's up with that?

I'd rather get to it. One up to Mac

I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back

A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

One won makes me angry

Two won makes it even

One of the greatest MCing

Homie, the day that I should key in

Homie, I take out the legion

Stone me and call me

Holy mattress from the hoes I'm holding

Hollering season

Man, I do it cause its therapeutic

Better I use it

Tough as leather music

Straight as the teacher who severed students

Off the head with Judas

I had to make it, I'm from South Jamaica

Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser

Hit the city, she's going to drop through the party

3 AM favors

These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent

I need a famous wall to paint my tape on

You ripped the seal of napalm

And it's raining, hail storm

Triggers reveal an A-bomb

Jeweler asked me f..cked up

Freeze out my demons

Lightening Roley speaking

Holy bars reroute the Heathens

One is for the money

Two is for the money

Two doors too late to lose me with time

They looking for me

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

Nobody said it would be easy

Baby, you believe me?

No battles will take the fun out at all

Never defeat me

Drop a diamond for the coolest nigga

I'm back to shining with my movie nigga

Know they've been waiting, time to deliver

Where the real mutherfuckers at?

Too many faking now. What's up with that?

I'd rather get to it. One up to Mac

I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back

A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks


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