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

Yeah, I hear you 

And I'm a make you shut the fuck up 

They see me movin' 

They want me to stop drop 

Off the face of earth 

But I'm a make it pop hot 

These niggaz are not, not 

Watch me take my spot got 

Money got power and respect 

Baby, I just hope times on my side 

I've been tryin' all my life 

Every block some ones dyin' 

Always high here's our life 

Come inside 

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Energies my ammunition 

Like AK shells 

So think about that when you plan on dissin' 

Go straight to hell 

Bred to be ballin' since a baby kickin' 

I had the smell 

Brand new money ladies sniffin' 

They take a L 

I take a shit on rappers horse worth 

Can't die, must conquer the world first 

Like a monster to media 

On my beautiful girls search 

High and low I am no thing u tamper with 

Made the plan you should cancel it 

Make examples I trample shit 

Photos 

Drop you here, I am cancerous 

Answer this, who can handle this? 

Scandalous, I dismantle these ants 

And piss on a trucer 

You think I seen the future 

How I wam crip recruper 

Fire hand 

Wam became a brand new man, big producer 

Gift from heaven 

Livin' legend and I come from queens 

Robbin' leggin' 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans 

Sufferin' and fucked up schemes 

Twin Bentleys 

Matchin' Beamers on a couple beams 

Try my sentence in 

They see me movin' 

They want me to stop drop 

Off the face of earth 

But I'm a make it pop hot 

These niggas are not, not 

Watch me take my spot got 

Money got power and respect 

Baby, I just hope times on my side 

I've been tryin' all my life 

Every block some ones dyin' 

Always high here's our life 

Come inside 

Murdered half of ya'll on my mix tapes 

Come rap up in my wrath 

Now, I'm laughin' look at ya rib cage 

Ya ass been in a slump 

Come blastin' I lend ya bitch face 

Success is what they want 

Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed 

Have it how you want Blood bath 

I'm as sharp as switchblade 

You'll be smilin' for life 

Love flashin' I got the shit made 

Forget where I'm at now 

I passed 'em around the 6th grade 

Passion for my profession 

Outlast anyone you could name 

Hood fame got me ridin' in wood grain 

Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn 

They know I'm cooked Cain 

Took aim rappin' would bang 

I could change 

But this sport ain't a good game 

I'm strappin', sir 

Back seat in the passenger 

Semi-auto massacre 

Shoppin' while I laugh at ya 

Rappers feed my appetite 

Metaphors will tackle ya 

These niggaz ain't half as nice 

Playboy in my afterlife 

Real nigga with cash and ice 

Drop the bread pass the dice 

Hope I crack twice 

They see me movin' 

They want me to stop drop 

Off the face of earth 

But I'm a make it pop hot 

These niggaz are not, not 

Watch me take my spot got 

Money got power and respect 

Baby, I just hope times on my side 

I've been tryin' all my life 

Every block some ones dyin' 

Always high here's our life 

Come inside