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Lloyd Banks

Genres: Hip-Hop

Jealousy (nas Diss) Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

(Verse 1:) 

Broke niggas still starvin while I'm still caked up 

I done handled mo' ice than Jacob, your bank is vacant 

You ain't even got cable and braggin bout dough 

Niggas rockin fake labels and braggin bout clothes 

Nigga wanna be Farrakhan, i stop you from eatin' like Ramadan 

This lyrical Columbine, I'ma be fuckin' your bitch on Valentine's 

Now it's missiles sent, for lyin' bout your dividends 

Got you scared to drop bars like prisoners 

You can't pay your rent so you mad at the unit (haha) 

Til I put the steel in the middle of ya grill like a toothpick 

You want the limelight so die slow 

You more emotional than all my ho's 

I can see through a bitch nigga wit my eyes closed 

So I'ma smoke this micro like hydro 

Whether nines or rhymes I'll make ya mind blow 

And it's showtime there's nowhere to hide so 

 

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Chorus 

It's the Unit til the death of me 

All this hatin just brings out the best in me 

Success brings jealousy 

But jealousy brings weaponry 

 

So you'll be deaded right along with chivalry 

And my bonds spiked like a tennis cleat 

None of you rap niggas could ever limit me 

I got the agenda of a winner, I'm what u pretend to be 

Consider this your burial, leakin through the stereo 

U can't afford a box of cereal and I just spent a mil or two 

You a dick rider cuz I spit fire til you retire 

I'm a hustler, you a buyer, wit a wire 

You was born broke and you gone leave the same way 

My bars nuts like Payday, I ain't a DJ but the K slays 

My rhymes give Satan a heat stroke 

Mad at me cuz your whip gettin repo'd 

Tryin to hit me is like Shaq hittin free throws 

And Banks stack a bunch of chips like Pringles 

 

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Chorus (2x) 

It's the Unit til the death of me 

All this hatin just brings out the best in me 

Success brings jealousy 

But jealousy brings weaponry 

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