Increase The Gritty Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Verse [Eminem] 

Shady aftermath, 

Whoo kid, lets go 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5 

4, 3, 2, 1 

Intro [Lloyd Banks] 

Return of the PLK brought me the feedback 

And Halloween havoc showed niggas 

I could repeat that 

They need that 

so lay your seat back 

And pay attention 

And follow me through volume three 

outta dimension 

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Verse [Lloyd Banks] 

They dont make niggas like they use to 

Im living proof 

Making a killing off a sinning 

Cause I give the truth 

When I aint putting the crap down 

Im spinning coupes 

Too hot, Im winter-proof 

Them niggas wouldnt give a tooth 

I hit the switch, tint the roof 

Famous cause I flip the booth 

Dangerous, what a hit produce 

A body you, and get the truest 

Ask them if they caking 

You probably aint gon get the truth 

Me? Im hella honest 

Went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe 

Sorry but we got ta 

Party with the choppas 

Ammo when we casa, come slippin 

And we got cha 

Drippin blood, like pasta 

Confine the boxers 

I be in shackles while my mama watch us 

Til they pick a time to drop us 

??? Im a pro at this 

Golden gift, 

grimey as the niggas I be rolling with 

Lil man hold the fifth, 

Heavy over loaded piff 

Chevy over chromey lips 

Catch me with your homie bitch 

In a swollen six, 

diamond flooded rolly wrist 

Shining was my only wish, 

Chinchilla was for more 

If the club a place for fun 

Then what you bring your pistol for 

All these dummies in denial 

When drama pop this shit to floor 

Money coming by the pile 

??? ??? 

c-notes in the liquor store 

Speed boats on a different shore 

A nigga tell you I aint the one 

He aint know nothing 

Bet he change his opinion 

You let him hold something 

Im in a rove stunting 

Wheels back to back 

From a block away or more 

Youd think I had the traffic packed 

Shawtys rest in cadillacs 

Cant hold they asthma back 

Niggas talking mills now 

They aint made half of that 

Me Im in the hood for real 

Right there where they trapping at 

Right there where it happens at 

All familiar habit 

My habits are, carrots yall 

Sexing in the fastest cars 

Green gang mastermind 

Nine levels past the bar 

Past the torch 

Niggas aint swerving 

Never past the Porsche 

I aim what they leeching off 

BAP! Get them bastards off 

Rock in the rap game 

The top guys pageants off 

Took it like a murder 

When he wouldnt knock a rabbit off 

Catch me out in Madison 

On my automatic horse 

Word play magical 

I millimeter gat em all 

You wont have a career 

After I shatter yours 

Then splatter his, 

what my overwhelming average is 

Photos 

Streets aint a game nigga 

I was born by myself, 

But I aint going how I came nigga 

Cause Im a take a couple with me 

If they get me 

Im tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky 

Come on if you with me 

Im strong in the city 

Im never by myself 

I got the chrome riding, dig me? 

Rest in peace to Pac, 

Rest in peace to Biggie 

The industry been shinny now 

Lets increase the gritty