Drop A Diamond Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

[Intro] 

"That's it. Joey Zasa. He can't be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

The smell of speed is in the air 

When known for smoking path 

A bunch of different people want building 

Tonight we culture clash 

I ain't supposed to be here, my nigga 

Them lives be over fast 

Younglings disappear, they be bigger 

Looks like he chose the AVE 

Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals 

Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel 

Don't let that glitter deceive you 

She'll get one up to bleed to 

Worry something you'll squeeze through 

Check my propellers from diesel 

Even weekend I be lit up 

Until then a fly drops 

Up and down one of the side blocks 

She licks the eye in cyclops 

Party not, Chavante star, my high tops 

My chain didn't bring her cutie ass home 

Now do we all my paps 

Play them games around here be in that sky box 

Ain't no freedom of crime props 

But that's just me. Rewind. Stop 

Shout out to why shlocks 

Every one of them on my time slot 

Shocks to those who think I can't do it 

I'm thinking "Why not?" 

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[Hook: Lloyd Banks] 

Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? 

No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me 

Drop a diamond for the coolest nigga 

I'm back to shining with my movie nigga 

Know they've been waiting, time to deliver 

Where the real motherfuckers at? 

Too many faking now, what's up with that? 

I'd rather get to it, one up to Mac 

I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back 

A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks 

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[Verse 2: Raekwon] 

What up, son? Umbrella handguns 

45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par 

Keep shedding campus running 

Newscaster cameras come 

Nickel plated cannon gun 

Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble 

War rich thugs, a few rich cubs 

Hide money inside the screw twist tubs 

And, yo, smoke weed, bring monster trees 

Petrified niggas who testified 

Get blown down, electrified 

Hard niggas used to starve a nigga 

Rob the rob niggas, now we flex the cars 

Eating carbs, my nigga 

Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style 

Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish 

What you want to do? My money be up too 

And we be up all week laying to interrupt you 

Sprinter trucks, roll up 

What's up killer, fuck you! 

Red carpet, you're out 

Blaow, look up, BOOM! 

[Hook: Lloyd Banks] 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] 

One won makes me angry, two won makes it even 

One of the greatest MCing 

Homie, the day that I should key in 

Homie, I take out the legion 

Stone me and call me 

Holy mattress from the hoes I'm holding 

Hollering season 

Man, I do it cause its therapeutic 

Better I use it, tough as leather music 

Straight as the teacher who severed students 

Off the head with Judas 

I had to make it, I'm from South Jamaica 

Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser 

Hit the city, she's going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors 

These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent 

I need a famous wall to paint my tape on 

You ripped the seal of napalm 

And it's raining, hail storm 

Triggers reveal an A-bomb 

Jeweler asked me fucked up 

Freeze out my demons 

Lightening Roley speaking 

Holy bars reroute the Heathens 

One is for the money, two is for the money 

Two doors too late to lose me with time 

They looking for me... 

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]