| When The Chips Are Down (ft. The Game) |
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[Lloyd Banks]
Yee! (laughs)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
[Voice in beat]
Down
The paint is peelin
Now
When the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin
Now
Your head goes round n
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It
For that platinum niggas
I
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it
I
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Banks they think I
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I
All I could think about as hidin
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don
Cause I
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)
[Chorus x2]
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