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5 and better lyrics – lloyd banks


[starts off with the beat of h-ll rell’s: “get ready”.]

“5 and better”! [kids ovation]

[intro: {dj whoo kid}]
i don’t know what the f-ck’s going on…
yeeeeaaah! [echoes] [shot] {“plk”! }
uh, uh!
it’s the “plk” n-gg-!
remember me?
n-gg-s is cut n-gg-s… {can’t forget…}
this is all of a sudden n-gg-s got enemies! {jessie!}
u-hahh! {“hunger for more”}
check me!

i keep something bad i’m supposed ta
hopping out with loafers on your chicks 44” inch hips
– hold a toaster for him! (ugh!)
my g-ways got a chocha warming
you spend your days on a sofa – i’m car jet boating on
him. (errrrr!)
i roll pleanty deep (deep!)
you get drunk let the henny speak – i get jumped i let
the semi leak! (waoh!) [gunshot] {d-mn}
yup, i am very cheap (uh!) but i stay fly every week
get high every day, marijuana heavy weight.
n-gg- i stunt! sniiiiiiiiifff, phooooooooo! [police
i ain’t no bit{ch}, i took a hit of the blunt! (hahh!)
[police sirens]
you know the – bigger the inside the bigger the trunk
[police sirens]
the bigger than problem and bigger the pump. – get
slumped, you chump! [gunshot] {d-mn!}
we don’t mix! – you’ll shrink to a soldier. (ugh!)
like oil and vinegar! – or batman and joker!
my .9 will poke ya – poke ya head out ya pops
i pop in and out the bank – my bread out the box. (uh!)
i show up late – 80-thousand dollar watch
you a hater join the club sh-t can line around the
i need houses by the dock and a bentley that flip flop
you knew i was a rapper when you met me. – b-tch stop!
i’ll expose you! – blow everything up! – tick-tock
do you n-gg-s like g-money did to chris rock. (uh!)
i show up in the martin make your b-tch lip drop
light the whole f-cking park up outta my zip lock.
when i zip off – young fly thing tuggin’ my zippa
the stars come out the night but i’m the big dippa.
100 bill tippa! (yeah!) – real n-gg- a steal grippa!
he’ll lift her… (yeah!) – i’ll lift your spirit out
your body. (whoo!)
i’ll be prob’ly shotty – every color cardi
mazaradi all do cardi, boo garde you step lobby,
you snotty el touro garde with the punch,
let them fly; hear the crunch! – bring ’em all out they
be my lunch! (yeah-he!)
i buy thousand dollar shoes wear them once,
i fronts! – i came a long way from sharing blunts,
i’m smart! – but that don’t mean to look at me for the
answers. (uh-uh!)
if he can’t wipe his own -ss leave him in pampers.
these n-gg-s ain’t good rappers, they’re good dancers!
and shoulda known you can’t learn on campus. (nah!)
answers for bulletholes chances for strip poles (ugh!)
chicks keep their lips closed (ugh!) on anywhere the
d-ck goes. (yeah!)
i’m a walking compliment; you don’t get those
all my n-gg-s schitzo, so tuck it if your sh-t froze!
now watch how i switch flows (watch!)
i bag your girly make her tip toe all in and out the
whip low for d-ck bro. (whooo!)
i ain’t cuffing a chick though! – i’m here and there,
air in square
millionaire up in the lair – money to the ceiling.
yea-eah! – until the day i return
i’m leavin’ you with “anotha 50” – enemies burn!

/ lloyd banks lyrics