Reparation Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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(Freeway-VerseK:)
im from the tupac era, the biggie smalls era
my gun hammer cocked, red punk bearer
I want handle the folks, baking soda approach
Aproach the mothafuckas with the arm & hammer
Hammer in arm & I’m
Very very itchy with the trigger move calm
Im very very picky with the bitches I fukk
I fukk models you get your bitches offline
And I’m very put to put the music online
I grind now when u, u tryna hold on to it
You produce, put it in stash, I’m mass producing
Got them gangstas ridin to it, got bitchin shaking their ass
When it’s money to it’s all we gon have
comptetition won’t last, I won’t run right to ‘em
like I’m drag racer stepping on gas
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pole-position I’m in the position of movie , yea


(Freeway-Chorus)
it’s the situation
pay me what you owe me ‘fore I grab the 4-4 and take away for what we coming
we coming for the reparations
pay me what’s mine, get in line, one at a time
it’s the situation
hand me what you owe me ‘fore I grab the 4-5 and take away for what we coming (Yeah)
we coming for the reparations
pay us what’s O before we go out of control


(Banks-Verse)
P dot L dot K don’t catch your rip dot
I knew I said a lesson me stressin
To get his head shot
A m16 turn a mutter to a scream
Keep a 7-30 team of goons
Trust em with my meter (whoo)
either they gon give me mana
Or imma snatch it tragic,
magic don juan
mack it, in my casket, classic (uh)
greasy, grimey, slimy, find me would be catchin bodys (yeah)
In my automobile hobby got me girls they wanna sly me (aah)
I be out there, prolly in your house and project lobby
If there’s a problem call me, funny bunny, pass glock, the tommy (whoo)
I retile u, fire jui-jitsu or karate, box
or fukk that, jewelries talk that
Young as Naddy, full of delph (uh)
Freeway and B.A.N.K.S.
63 machinery my neck gon gray
I make it rain, it aint a thang to me
My skin OK
Nigga tries lock a swing on me
They takin me away, hey


(Freeway-Chorus)
it’s the situation
pay me what you owe me ‘fore I grab the 4-4 and take away for what we coming
we coming for the reparations
pay me what’s mine, get in line, one at a time
it’s the situation
pay me what you owe me ‘fore I grab the 4-5 and take away for what we coming
we coming for the reparations
pay us what’s O before we go out of control


(Freeway-Verse)
it’s fully free and I’m saving rap
these are my plans, ain’t no way that you can pay me back
just understand that, this man need frankless like a ripper
I’m paranoid sleepin with my fingers on the heater
They always dare cuz I love niggas
Or mafia, around it’s criminals and drug dealers
Thug niggaz if you coming from where I’m from
And understand, then let me hear you go blam-blam
wit your squeezer (blat, blat)
I’m on dat Hollywood shit, stayin from the people
I’m in da mix, we can shake hands when I see you
I am really inposted in the stands with the fans
so close that you can take a flick when I meet you, whoa
All these niggas aren’t they hoes, they paranoid that I might take a chick when I meet em
Make a split for the weekend, fukk me on some upper boys
You tryna be lava boys, you tryna be freakin






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