Stranger - Lloyd Banks

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Yeah don’t fall for a big butt and a smile

They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd

Around my way, ain’t sunshine ev’ryday

Niggas’ll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say

In a land of attitudes AK’s and accidents

Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch

Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since

And I’m stubborn, so I don’t lean back and flinch

Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks

Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books

Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with

Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit

The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get

And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit

Before the night is done they be another murder

Put your money to the side for another burner

(Stranger) Don’t bring 'em 'round if I don’t know 'em like that

I feel like it’s targets all over my back

Because of these broads that’s layin over my lap

A nigga that young ain’t 'sposed to live like that

I just saw the dealer and I’m goin right back

Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat

I’m doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)

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I’m frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues

I’m better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools

The one that niggas admire many study all my moves

And I’m focused, cause I’m a end up bloody if I snooze

You a sucker for love, or maybe I’m a bit different

If you ask me, is your baby mama’s a pigeon?

I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon

And I’m out poppin Cris bitch I’ll show you how I’m livin

I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me

Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me

True fear niggas don’t feel ya they triflin

But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em

As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change

It’s probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the Range

This is Southside street talk the hood slang

And my product, a open your nose like good Caine

(Stranger) Don’t bring 'em 'round if I don’t know 'em like that

I feel like it’s targets all over my back

Because of these broads that’s layin over my lap

A nigga that young ain’t 'sposed to live like that

I just saw the dealer and I’m goin right back

Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat

I’m doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)