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Lloyd Banks My Brothers Keeper

runnin' wild (yeah!) Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou'! (thou...) [Verse 1:] Right back with another one; type back to my number, son I don't trust my

off Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way And come to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my

too hard busting my ass too stay sh-t hard give up my last to feed the fam keeping these bastards on they job my brothers keeper, my passion for the

Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother

You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Lloyd Banks] You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks

we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really

Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother

Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother

(feat. Lloyd Banks, UTP) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We poppin' them bottles every time we