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Lloyd Banks - Protocol lyrics
(Verse) 
Now packing it back, no sneaking pass I'm wearing hot 
Put everything in my rack, snickers stacks in an orange box 
Now she want me I'm on the spot, I'm in there on my mama clock 
Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it's 4 o clock 
A million one more riddles, damn get around here 
Or I be this gun now you're so wet and losing 
Might need an air hole into pay your rank about 0 
Made you think of my eel, technic visa, hoes down 
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes 
Catch me out, chasing them zeroes 
Zoo keep on firmed up, new speakers I'm chumped up 
Burj Khalifa I burned up 
Drinking like it's my first cup 
I ram that cat to a 90, pitcher, do what? 
I leave that to the zombies, 
Bet these thirsty rats wanna mime me 
Big old rat when you find me 
Clean my wheel make everything shiny 
I get back when the crop is timing shit 
Every dope we get this far 
This for those that got some zone 
Purple weed around the room 
R I P the shot of bloom 
(Hook) 
I bring the crowd around this bitch 
I'm making this money 
And I get thousand dollars kits 
More drugs, more honey 
I need a lot of kind of piff 
And I make it or love it 
You're supposed to pop off 
You can't get nothing from me 
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now 
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down 
I want it now, I want it now 
Dope sex, more checks, dope wet going down 
(Verse) 
Look at all my shit is 
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That your nr.1 fan be the witness 
Is this nr.1 champ for the bitches 
You wanna be, to be my apprentice 
Role so hard gotta swift this 
I'm whatever lobsters shrimp is 
'Cause I bring 'em like the Olympics man 
I making a name by the wrenches 
You dumb as hell, you claim to be 
Means more than water, 
For being part of my famous team 
Ring shatter hop on a desk 
She said, I ain't never come that fast 
I said, I ain't never done that either 
If she only knew about my past 
My balls are stuffed up, troop right, can't calm it down 
Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup 
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night 
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat's sight 
Any girl any good down my wood 
She front on me, saying rap right 
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight 
In the day time, and the neck tight 
All it happens, nigga it's crackin' 
With a rock and a crack pipe 
Shawty suck my dick, take a pick 
Show and tell and go to hell 
Fourteen carat boul inhabit 
Goldie ways, go Chanel 
(Hook) 
I bring the crowd around this bitch 
I'm making this money 
And I get thousand dollars kits 
More drugs, more honey 
I need a lot of kind of piff 
And I make it or love it 
You're supposed to pop off 
You can't get nothing from me 
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now 
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down 
I want it now, I want it now 
Dope sex, more checks, dope wet going down









