Drop A Diamond Feat Raekwon Lyrics
| Song | Drop A Diamond Feat Raekwon |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | FNO |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro] | |
| "That’s it. Joey Zasa. He can't be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" | |
| [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] | |
| The smell of speed is in the air | |
| When known for smoking path | |
| A bunch of different people, one building | |
| Tonight we culture clash | |
| I ain't supposed to be here, my ************* | |
| Them lives be over fast | |
| Younglings disappear, they be bigger | |
| Looks like he chose the AVE | |
| Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals | |
| Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel | |
| Don't let that glitter deceive you | |
| She'll get one up to bleed to | |
| Very seldom you'll squeeze through | |
| Check my propellers from diesel | |
| Every weekend I be lit up | |
| Tailored for fly drops | |
| Up and down one of the side blocks | |
| She licks the eye in cyclops | |
| Party not, Chavante star, my high tops | |
| My chain didn't bring her cutie ass home | |
| Now do we all my paps | |
| Play them games around here be in that sky box | |
| Ain't no freedom of crime props | |
| But that's just me. Rewind. Stop | |
| Shout out to lye shops | |
| Every one of them on my time slot | |
| Shocks to those who think I can't do it | |
| I'm thinking "Why not?" | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? | |
| No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me | |
| Drop a diamond for the coolest ************* | |
| I'm back to *************ning with my movie ************* | |
| Know they've been waiting, time to deliver | |
| Where the real mother******s at? | |
| Too many faking now, what's up with that? | |
| I'd rather get to it, one up to Mac | |
| I tipped a mountain, there ain't no coming back | |
| A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks | |
| [Verse 2: Raekwon] | |
| What up, son? Umbrella handguns | |
| 45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par | |
| Keep shedding campus running | |
| Newscaster cameras come | |
| Nickel plated cannon gun | |
| Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble | |
| War rich thugs, a few rich cubs | |
| Hide money inside the screw twist tubs | |
| And, yo, smoke *************, bring monster trees | |
| Petrified *************s who testified | |
| Get blown down, electrified | |
| Hard *************s used to starve a ************* | |
| Rob the rob *************s, now we flex the cars | |
| Eating carbs, my ************* | |
| Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style | |
| Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish | |
| What you want to do? My money be up too | |
| And we be up all week laying to interrupt you | |
| Sprinter trucks, roll up | |
| What's up killer, ************* you! | |
| Red carpet, you're out | |
| Blaow, look up, BOOM! | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] | |
| [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] | |
| One wrong makes me angry, two wrongs makes it even | |
| One of the greatest MCing | |
| Homie, the day that I should key in | |
| Homie, I take out the legion | |
| Stone me and call me | |
| Holy mattress from the hoes I'm holding | |
| Hollering season | |
| Man, I do it cause its therapeutic | |
| Better I use it, tough as leather music | |
| Straight as the teacher who severed students | |
| Off the head with Judas | |
| I had to make it, I'm from South Jamaica | |
| Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser | |
| Hit the city, she's going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors | |
| These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent | |
| I need a famous wall to paint my tape on | |
| You ripped the seal of napalm | |
| And it's raining, hail storm | |
| Triggers reveal an A-bomb | |
| Jeweler ice me the ************* up | |
| Freeze out my demons | |
| Lightening Roley speaking | |
| Holy bars reroute the Heathens | |
| One is for the money, two is for the money | |
| Two doors too late to lose me with time | |
| They looking for me... | |
| [Hook: Lloyd Banks] |
| Intro | |
| " That' s it. Joey Zasa. He can' t be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" | |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| The smell of speed is in the air | |
| When known for smoking path | |
| A bunch of different people, one building | |
| Tonight we culture clash | |
| I ain' t supposed to be here, my | |
| Them lives be over fast | |
| Younglings disappear, they be bigger | |
| Looks like he chose the AVE | |
| Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals | |
| Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel | |
| Don' t let that glitter deceive you | |
| She' ll get one up to bleed to | |
| Very seldom you' ll squeeze through | |
| Check my propellers from diesel | |
| Every weekend I be lit up | |
| Tailored for fly drops | |
| Up and down one of the side blocks | |
| She licks the eye in cyclops | |
| Party not, Chavante star, my high tops | |
| My chain didn' t bring her cutie ass home | |
| Now do we all my paps | |
| Play them games around here be in that sky box | |
| Ain' t no freedom of crime props | |
| But that' s just me. Rewind. Stop | |
| Shout out to lye shops | |
| Every one of them on my time slot | |
| Shocks to those who think I can' t do it | |
| I' m thinking " Why not?" | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? | |
| No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me | |
| Drop a diamond for the coolest | |
| I' m back to ning with my movie | |
| Know they' ve been waiting, time to deliver | |
| Where the real mother s at? | |
| Too many faking now, what' s up with that? | |
| I' d rather get to it, one up to Mac | |
| I tipped a mountain, there ain' t no coming back | |
| A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks | |
| Verse 2: Raekwon | |
| What up, son? Umbrella handguns | |
| 45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par | |
| Keep shedding campus running | |
| Newscaster cameras come | |
| Nickel plated cannon gun | |
| Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble | |
| War rich thugs, a few rich cubs | |
| Hide money inside the screw twist tubs | |
| And, yo, smoke , bring monster trees | |
| Petrified s who testified | |
| Get blown down, electrified | |
| Hard s used to starve a | |
| Rob the rob s, now we flex the cars | |
| Eating carbs, my | |
| Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style | |
| Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish | |
| What you want to do? My money be up too | |
| And we be up all week laying to interrupt you | |
| Sprinter trucks, roll up | |
| What' s up killer, you! | |
| Red carpet, you' re out | |
| Blaow, look up, BOOM! | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Verse 3: Lloyd Banks | |
| One wrong makes me angry, two wrongs makes it even | |
| One of the greatest MCing | |
| Homie, the day that I should key in | |
| Homie, I take out the legion | |
| Stone me and call me | |
| Holy mattress from the hoes I' m holding | |
| Hollering season | |
| Man, I do it cause its therapeutic | |
| Better I use it, tough as leather music | |
| Straight as the teacher who severed students | |
| Off the head with Judas | |
| I had to make it, I' m from South Jamaica | |
| Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser | |
| Hit the city, she' s going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors | |
| These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent | |
| I need a famous wall to paint my tape on | |
| You ripped the seal of napalm | |
| And it' s raining, hail storm | |
| Triggers reveal an Abomb | |
| Jeweler ice me the up | |
| Freeze out my demons | |
| Lightening Roley speaking | |
| Holy bars reroute the Heathens | |
| One is for the money, two is for the money | |
| Two doors too late to lose me with time | |
| They looking for me... | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks |
| Intro | |
| " That' s it. Joey Zasa. He can' t be doing this alone. Ugh, just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in!" | |
| Verse 1: Lloyd Banks | |
| The smell of speed is in the air | |
| When known for smoking path | |
| A bunch of different people, one building | |
| Tonight we culture clash | |
| I ain' t supposed to be here, my | |
| Them lives be over fast | |
| Younglings disappear, they be bigger | |
| Looks like he chose the AVE | |
| Look how I treat my inferiors, not my equals | |
| Gold skin chronic interior, peep my prequel | |
| Don' t let that glitter deceive you | |
| She' ll get one up to bleed to | |
| Very seldom you' ll squeeze through | |
| Check my propellers from diesel | |
| Every weekend I be lit up | |
| Tailored for fly drops | |
| Up and down one of the side blocks | |
| She licks the eye in cyclops | |
| Party not, Chavante star, my high tops | |
| My chain didn' t bring her cutie ass home | |
| Now do we all my paps | |
| Play them games around here be in that sky box | |
| Ain' t no freedom of crime props | |
| But that' s just me. Rewind. Stop | |
| Shout out to lye shops | |
| Every one of them on my time slot | |
| Shocks to those who think I can' t do it | |
| I' m thinking " Why not?" | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Nobody said it would be easy, baby, you believe me? | |
| No battles will take the fun out at all, never defeat me | |
| Drop a diamond for the coolest | |
| I' m back to ning with my movie | |
| Know they' ve been waiting, time to deliver | |
| Where the real mother s at? | |
| Too many faking now, what' s up with that? | |
| I' d rather get to it, one up to Mac | |
| I tipped a mountain, there ain' t no coming back | |
| A thousand dimes, I fell in love with racks | |
| Verse 2: Raekwon | |
| What up, son? Umbrella handguns | |
| 45 hammers coming, all of these Samantha on par | |
| Keep shedding campus running | |
| Newscaster cameras come | |
| Nickel plated cannon gun | |
| Bystanders chased by the highlanders, I plan to rumble | |
| War rich thugs, a few rich cubs | |
| Hide money inside the screw twist tubs | |
| And, yo, smoke , bring monster trees | |
| Petrified s who testified | |
| Get blown down, electrified | |
| Hard s used to starve a | |
| Rob the rob s, now we flex the cars | |
| Eating carbs, my | |
| Build minx style, wild I berry and lynx style | |
| Dressed a drawer full of shells, I think childish | |
| What you want to do? My money be up too | |
| And we be up all week laying to interrupt you | |
| Sprinter trucks, roll up | |
| What' s up killer, you! | |
| Red carpet, you' re out | |
| Blaow, look up, BOOM! | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks | |
| Verse 3: Lloyd Banks | |
| One wrong makes me angry, two wrongs makes it even | |
| One of the greatest MCing | |
| Homie, the day that I should key in | |
| Homie, I take out the legion | |
| Stone me and call me | |
| Holy mattress from the hoes I' m holding | |
| Hollering season | |
| Man, I do it cause its therapeutic | |
| Better I use it, tough as leather music | |
| Straight as the teacher who severed students | |
| Off the head with Judas | |
| I had to make it, I' m from South Jamaica | |
| Put here to drop everybody, me and my taser | |
| Hit the city, she' s going to drop through the party, 3 AM favors | |
| These days they gave us well spent, champagne bent | |
| I need a famous wall to paint my tape on | |
| You ripped the seal of napalm | |
| And it' s raining, hail storm | |
| Triggers reveal an Abomb | |
| Jeweler ice me the up | |
| Freeze out my demons | |
| Lightening Roley speaking | |
| Holy bars reroute the Heathens | |
| One is for the money, two is for the money | |
| Two doors too late to lose me with time | |
| They looking for me... | |
| Hook: Lloyd Banks |
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