Warrior, Pt2 Lyrics - The Hunger For More - Lloyd Banks

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Lloyd Banks! 

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It's like a throne that he don't even own 

He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around 

It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing 

He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry 

He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport 

Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court 

He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it 

And you can love and you can hate it but you can't ignore it, you can't be that ignorant 

But you can try to sell him short 

But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it 

And he was born to raise hell like them country boys 

And If I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it 

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it 

True warriors go ahead and make some noise 

It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid 

Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys 

I'm doin' a hundred twenty in the fast lane 

Kick back just relax let me do my thang 

Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain 

Money, power and respect in this rap game 

He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate 

To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate 

There stomachs ache while he's loungin' in the big estate 

And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger gate 

Houndin' him's a big mistake 

He won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break 

'Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand 

Till he was sittin' on green like a Celtics fan 

Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name 

When you discussin' the illest playa that's in the game 

And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em 

G Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them 

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it 

True warriors go ahead and make some noise 

It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid 

Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys 

I'm doin' a hundred twenty in the fast lane 

Kick back just relax let me do my thang 

Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain 

Money, power and respect in this rap game 

He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothin' 

So that nigga's from his hood act like he owes him somethin' 

They talk crazy till they send niggaz to where to buck him 

Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin' 

He was gonna help 'em out but since they funny fuck 'em 

He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him 

He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin' 

He's rich now he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin' 

He bulletproof everything 'cause niggaz try and buck him 

Keeps two pistols I'll show you where he tuck 'em 

Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him 

Try to catch you slippin' then creeping he start bussin' 

This is the story of a warrior and now you know it 

True warriors go ahead and make some noise 

It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid 

Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys 

I'm doin' a hundred twenty in the fast lane 

Kick back just relax let me do my thang 

Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain 

Money, power and respect in this rap game 

I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about 

I can turn your smile upside down 

You ain't no G you a fuckin' clown 

I can take your girl and tu-turn her out 

Don't hold it in let it all out 

I can give you fuckers somethin' to be mad about 

Invite her in send her back out 

With my DNA all in her mouth 

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