Lirik Lagu You Know the Deal - Lloyd Banks
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Uh, Uh, Yeah
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Ay I'm focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fallFrom a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'allCan a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peelKnock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spillNigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen upRange Rover truck color CoconutI used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em upI'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gutThen it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' outSmoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' outI - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summerLeave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the HummerStitching in the seats, interior Peanut ButterBrand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boyYou've got to be a millionaire to touch my toyI figured, I'll let the haters see it one more timeI skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nineBesides, I gotta make the jewellery store on timeI look like I bought the jewellery store this timeAnd it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the coverI got three Magnums - the Gung, Carter, RuggerI got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbitNigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrotPart rabbit, go find your heart faggotI prey niggas find your foot and toe tag itThere ain't never a drought, I got the sound on tourSo raw I gotta hotel towl on the doorHoes all around the hotel pilled to the floorThey done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]I'm focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]From here on out it's manslaughter for the massesAnd classics courtesy of Mr. MathersYou bastards heard of me I get the cashIt's the American way I go to bed with the 'KI got red, blue and white don't even ask about iceI look like a cop car flashin' his lightsAll he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got himOut in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soupNiggas shoot, I done been around the worldAnd I'm right here you won't hurt meI'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkeyI'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with HersheyI done gave you style, now reimburse meAnd it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Ay I'm focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fallFrom a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'allCan a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peelKnock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spillNigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen upRange Rover truck color CoconutI used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em upI'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gutThen it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' outSmoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' outI - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summerLeave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the HummerStitching in the seats, interior Peanut ButterBrand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boyYou've got to be a millionaire to touch my toyI figured, I'll let the haters see it one more timeI skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nineBesides, I gotta make the jewellery store on timeI look like I bought the jewellery store this timeAnd it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the coverI got three Magnums - the Gung, Carter, RuggerI got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbitNigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrotPart rabbit, go find your heart faggotI prey niggas find your foot and toe tag itThere ain't never a drought, I got the sound on tourSo raw I gotta hotel towl on the doorHoes all around the hotel pilled to the floorThey done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]I'm focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]From here on out it's manslaughter for the massesAnd classics courtesy of Mr. MathersYou bastards heard of me I get the cashIt's the American way I go to bed with the 'KI got red, blue and white don't even ask about iceI look like a cop car flashin' his lightsAll he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got himOut in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soupNiggas shoot, I done been around the worldAnd I'm right here you won't hurt meI'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkeyI'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with HersheyI done gave you style, now reimburse meAnd it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]Focused now, they notice nowShorty to ride with me you got to hold this downBut you ain't got to worry cuz we run this townA nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know the deal, It's all about a Dollar BillYou know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)
