Hip-hop Drunkies Freestyle Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Round 1 

What dont yall get off of my dick, I got an album to do 

I spit a punch line now you wont get til 2002 

I know your type, get wild with a crew 

And get found powdery blue, you cant be proud to be you 

I get love like a child with a flu, you dont want to battle me 

The response from the crowdll be Ouuu 

Dont matter if you my age or old as my pops 

I got something for new beef that come straight out the box 

Its nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock 

Doing laundry half naked folding my socks 

I know niggaz that I grew up with, that roll with the cops 

And got found beat the fuck up, swollen with knots 

Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop 

Cause if the coach see your grades he aint holding your spot 

I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks 

So every bitch watch when I pose on the block 

When my flow hit the top, its the rose or the drop 

Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop 

Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop 

Come back quarter roll hole in your top 

The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot 

Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block 

They say Im to smart to rhyme 

So niggaz want me in that newest spring wear 

Called chalk design 

I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds 

So I dont show up at parades, unless its for the march of dimes 

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Round 2 

If words could kill, Id probably average a body a bar 

Beef I put air holes in the side of your car 

Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar 

Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw 

Im sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor 

Fuck a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor 

Im like friends that borrow clothes, 

Quicker to draw, dipped in velour 

Since a kid shoplift in the store 

You shouldve listened before, something hot slipped in the door 

Name Banks, hard dicking your whore 

Im too much for one borough, yall can all get a piece of Lloyd 

Beefll show up on your porch like pizza boys 

Teachers gave me Fs so I gave the teachers noise 

Who ever thought a drop outd be on the beach with toys 

I got four arms, two for fighting 

One for fucking, my other onell have you ducking 

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Round 3 

I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didnt they 

Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say 

You sound like me, spit it in a different way 

You aint write no hits, nigga put your wrist away 

Every time you see me, Im looking like its picture day 

Im athletic, I dip dive, shit for the spray 

Im the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays 

I put DNA all up in your bitches braids 

How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS 

Beating me will never happen like nick parades 

While you inhaling nickel bags, Im blowing out a fifth of haze 

Im a be around when the forget the Jays 

No free-bes, now you gotta pay me bucks 

I turn niggaz like you, into baby butts 

And I aint DJ, but I give you eighty cuts 

Nigga Im a grown ass man go battle lady luck