Down (lloyd Banks Diss) by Game
(The Game)
That's Lloyd Bank's momma singin',
You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed,
Or he gon' get a black tux,
And a free wake,
How my bow tie lookin'?,
You ready?,
Let's go.
(The Game)
When I see Lloyd Banks it's goin', (down, down)
If you in the car wit em' you betta get, (down, oooh well)
Automatic rifle,
And i'm blastin' on sight so,
Ski mask, i'm psycho,
My gun got nice scope.
Two in the leg knocked em, (down, down)
From Thirty feet away he fell, (down, oooh well)
Touch kids like Michael,
One roll of the dice, oh!,
You wanna gamble wit' your life,
Nigga die slow.
Now your casket goin', (down, down)
Tony Yayo tried to run,
I chased him, (down, oooh well)
Cause' I hate the Jakes,
Pat him down take his cake,
He wanna be a clown nigga,
Might as well paint his face.
And that's how I get, (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, oooh well)
Used to ride wit' em',
Slice up the pie wit' em',
Got kicked out the group,
Cuz I wasn't gon' die wit' em'.
And that's how it went, (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came, (down, oooh well)
Had Thirty niggas wit' me,
Niggas that sport the Dickies,
Hoppin' out of cabs,
We just want to talk to 50.
We wanna know what's goin' (down, down)
Security pulled heat it went, (down, oooh well)
Had to shake the block,
I ain't tryna' face the cops,
Heard a couple shots,
Then I seen shell cases drop.
Told P-nut to get, (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga goin', (down, oooh well)
I said,"homie we can't leave em'",
What if my nigga dyin',
Soon as we hit Hairston then,
We heard police sirens.
Oh shit!, it's goin', (down, down)
Guns out, they tellin' him to get, (down, oooh well)
He on both knees,
Blood squirtin' out his jeans,
Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene.
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