Celebrity Lyrics - H.f.m.2 (hunger For More 2) - Lloyd Banks

[Lloyd Banks] 

I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete 

I ain't even home and they're talking about me 

F-ck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom n-gger 

Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b! 

You rappers don't know me 

Nah I ain't your homie 

If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony 

I like my wheel chromey 

My Bentley my Rolly 

My Magnum my forty 

South Jamaica shawty 

These losses I took in the gut yo 

The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow 

Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load 

My Pop dead, but he live through his son though 

If rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe 

Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow 

I'm back like crack over the drumroll 

You know, wherever I go the gun go 

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[Akon - Chorus] 

We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey) 

Ain't bout to let a n-gga come and snatch mine 

I keep a nine, you see the shine 

I might just let your ass slide this time 

While I get this paper, paper 

While I get this paper, paper 

Cause I'm a celebrity 

(I don't need none of y'all) 

Ghetto celebrity 

(Keep your punk-ass awards) 

I'm a celebrity 

(Take your fake smile off) 

Ghetto celebrity 

Aint nothing changed n-gger 

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[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] 

The media will test ya, popularity is pressure 

Porche Panamera 

Platinum hammer through the metal 

Wreck the booth up, I'm too tough 

That inner city grammer 

Step your jewels up, they bruised up 

I'll sparkle for the camera 

Harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening 

Verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back 

I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on 

Lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on 

My sound system knock and in pound Tupac 

6-4 jumping like the ground too hot 

They spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks 

Two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here 

Two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor 

Green guap galore, in and out of new hall 

That bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash 

I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass 

[Chorus] 

[Eminem] 

...there are enough insults in my head 

To fill up a swear jar 

And have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start 

You'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart 

I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start 

I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up 

Like ground round or a pound of chuck 

Tightly wound as f-ck 

Till the fire marshalls come shut 

Fire marshall ground 'em up 

I guess you should just shut the f-ck up 

And stop f-cking around and duck 

I aint playing this time, I told you I'm not down for blunts 

To say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant 

Like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck 

And blowing your d-ck cock 

Is she up to scew and down to f-ck 

It's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut 

With a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles 

Running through a house of muts 

Otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth's up 

And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f-cking butt 

And aint sh-t changed, my sh-t still dont stink player 

My farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity 

Maybe my complexion became a little paler 

Poster job for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor 

Yeah, see me up all in your b-tch means I'ma rape her, 

All I got for these hoes is d-ck duck tape and a stapler so b-tch you better look for table scraps to scrape her 

I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!