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Lloyd Banks Shot Down

get shot - dooown! {NON STOP! } [shot] [Verse 1:] Uh! - PLK to kingpin! - You can't "pin" the "king" down (uh-huh!) I let somethin' swing 'round that'll knock thing down

top down ridin' round this muthaf-cka You n-ggas aint sayin nothin' Know I got that muthaf-ckin tre pound, 6 shots muthaf-cka I let it rotate N-ggas see me, ask me where Lloyd Banks

the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you

to run [Chorus: Lloyd Banks + Female Sample] Why run nigga, it's gon cost Its gon come nigga but till' the day it does Im'a hold my shit down, take it

put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only

will we fuck 'em up Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think.. [Lloyd Banks

page Shot to death, bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name And i'ts similar to rain Mothafuckas know I'm comin' So they runnin' to they graves Watch, swoop down

And got Glocks in the Lex so we ride behind cops (Break it down now) Broke days, we used to put water in our cereal Now we're crossing borders just to shoot