Compensate Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

[Intro] 

Uh, yeah 

[Verse 1] 

I bet your write up your list 

Break off the motherfuckers proper 

Groupies siphoned from cliques 

Nigga you always been a hopper 

What you hope to turn into then turned on me with a shocker 

Boy you've been growing your own bud, you took a swim in vodka 

If I come back to this planet, I'll be fresher 

Strong as Brock Lesnar 

With an army of faithful followers, the shorty mind wrecker 

Fuck 'em all and charge the corny con extra 

And now you tight but let the .45 stretch us 

Spending my mornings tribeca 

I got the street shit down with the lock (?) 

You're the receiver of 16 slip, crown me the opposite 

Sway wait for a minute, finally I commit 

He's somebody to cosign my records, gotta leave hostages 

Mouth full of (?), flap of bodily consequence 

Certain danger to be the remainder, probably hot defense 

Bury the field up on rappers, follow me out the stench 

Shame when you 

The uncontainable product be (?) 

[Hook] 

That fucking round'll finish you 

Trouble will come at you directly, out here ain't nothing subliminal 

The aftermath is criminal 

Just get your money, mind your business, you're talking more than the women do 

Compensate for tough beginnings 

I'm thinking S-Class, neck flash, best grass, and all year winning 

Break the door and let my niggas get in 

Something gotta give quick, living like it's no limits in him 

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[Verse 2] 

Marijuana scholar, relax, can't take my love from 'em 

Barbaric activity, we can bang over one color 

Shorty spot the kid and went stiff, you think I stun gunned 'em 

Pocket knife and load in my fist, take out the club rumbler 

Marble ganja dressed past, perfect to split your brain over 

Only right I test your glass, Rollie rocket flamethrower 

Police out the plane close ya, throw me out the Range Rover 

Lowkey I remain Cobra, won't leave out the game sober 

Gotta be hands on with the paper, money counter pet peeve 

Been everywhere at least twice, still landing back to Benz breeze 

Rapping and quibbling to (?) 10 keys 

My horror aura scares mic stylers and the MCs 

I'm feasting lovely every night, you on a fast food budget 

Body a rook and change your life, then you get tattoos of it 

Finesse my album on the crack stoop blunted 

And (?) my last few summers (?) 

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[Hook] 

That fucking round'll finish you 

Trouble will come at you directly, out here ain't nothing subliminal 

The aftermath is criminal 

Just get your money, mind your business, you're talking more than the women do 

Compensate for tough beginnings 

I'm thinking S-Class, neck flash, best grass, and all year winning 

Break the door and let my niggas get in 

Something gotta give quick, living like it's no limits in him