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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Method Man
Method Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
V Don
Producer
Chris Deroux
Chris Deroux
Recording Engineer
Patrick Viala
Patrick Viala
Mixing Engineer
Larrence Miller
Larrence Miller
Mastering Engineer

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Yeah The grimy and gritty, New York City (uh) Killer before the shine, I came up, that nigga I'm born to rhyme, make more, the corporate line These chumps operatin' on overtime This is my quarter dog, you eat what you slaughter We all can dine, it was fate I fall in a hole again, I was supposed to climb Heavy the fortunate, New York in this bitch Yeah, we torchin' shit, we are forced to equip Bought in a ticket if I'm talkin' slick Made it a cause to whip, fuck out the way 'fore the horses kick This where the bosses flick Bitch with the rings, don't stay off of it The hood, it damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles So pass the man on Louis Vuitton my handle Whether it a weak struck a sandal, I'm holdin' up like Carmelo, nigga Light up a candle, there'll be opps leavin' the state A block season, the city made me cold I don't think I'ma ever stop freezin' Filet Mignon for no reason, too many days of chop cheesin' Move like I'm under surveillance, but not for schemin' When you thought it was over, another one's out the chamber When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger They ain't gon' do nothin' for you, nigga, help's all oughta fade us 'Cause we never had much Learn to survivin' with what they gave us, 101 razors Shit gon' stay the same, you gotta through the stages (uh) Careful how you move, they want you livin' in cages (uh) Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin', it's contagious (yeah) I been gettin' the money, dog, the money won't change us Legend be Beres Hammond, You? Just a Busta before the Rhyme You prima donnas like a virgin Madonna, but borderline Bunch of borin' lines noone fallin' for, so fall in line The punchline, I'm like a freestyle slime, stay off of mine Get it? Off the mind, some of us get it But off a crime, the author's off the table Public defender gon' offer time When they thought I was subbed in, I thought sublime Now our season's 2022, I clearly thought I was blind, yo The streets is watchin' 'em, they want 'em with Biggie and Pac in 'em Resort to poppin' 'em, but how is that solvin' the problem? I got a lot of 'em, I also got dreams, I follow 'em I'm not concerned with rappers who can't spit, so swallow then, uh This ain't for lil' saints so pardon then You see them pearly gates, that's where them saints go marchin' in So shall we start again? Method and Banks, this marketin' 'Cause ain't no bargainin' with the demographic we targetin' When you thought it was over, another one's out the chamber When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger They ain't gon' do nothin' for you, nigga, help's all oughta fade us 'Cause we never had much Learn to survivin' with what they gave us, 101 razors Shit gon' stay the same, you gotta through the stages (uh) Careful how you move, they want you livin' in cages (uh) Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin', it's contagious (yeah) I been gettin' the money, dog, the money won't change us
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