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Artist/Band:
Lloyd Banks
Lyrics for Song: When The Chips Are Done Ft The Game
Lyrics for Album: Hunger for more
Lloyd Banks]
Yee! (laughs)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
[Voice in beat]
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ainÂ’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
ItÂ’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggasÂ’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
IÂ’m the new nigga the others canÂ’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me itÂ’s the steel I pop
IÂ’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, IÂ’m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
[Chorus x2]
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Banks they think IÂ’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
IÂ’m signed to the Doctor I ainÂ’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , IÂ’m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidinÂ’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitinÂ’ for a statementÂ…(heart monitor beeps to flatline)
[Chorus]
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now IÂ’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And IÂ’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please donÂ’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause IÂ’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
IÂ’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)Â…broke nigga
[Chorus x2]
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
DownÂ…
The paint is peelinÂ’
NowÂ…
When the chips are down
DownÂ…
You kinda lose all feelin
NowÂ…
Your head goes round nÂ’ round
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| Album Lyrics: Hunger for more |
Lloyd Banks
"Hunger for more"
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