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Lloyd Banks - Reparation lyrics
(Freeway-VerseK:)
 im from the tupac era, the biggie smalls era
 my gun hammer cocked, red punk bearer
 I want handle the folks, baking soda approach 
 Aproach the mothafuckas with the arm & hammer 
 Hammer in arm & I'm 
 Very very itchy with the trigger move calm 
 Im very very picky with the bitches I fukk 
 I fukk models you get your bitches offline
 And I'm very put to put the music online 
 I grind now when u, u tryna hold on to it
 You produce, put it in stash, I'm mass producing 
 Got them gangstas ridin to it, got bitchin shaking their ass 
 When it's money to it's all we gon have 
 comptetition won't last, I won't run right to 'em 
 like I'm drag racer stepping on gas 
 pole-position I'm in the position of movie , yea
(Freeway-Chorus)
 it's the situation 
 pay me what you owe me 'fore I grab the 4-4 and take away for what we coming 
 we coming for the reparations 
 pay me what's mine, get in line, one at a time 
 it's the situation 
 hand me what you owe me 'fore I grab the 4-5 and take away for what we coming (Yeah)
 we coming for the reparations 
 pay us what's O before we go out of control
(Banks-Verse)
 P dot L dot K don't catch your rip dot 
 I knew I said a lesson me stressin 
 To get his head shot 
 A m16 turn a mutter to a scream 
 Keep a 7-30 team of goons 
 Trust em with my meter (whoo)
 either they gon give me mana 
 Or imma snatch it tragic, 
 magic don juan
 mack it, in my casket, classic (uh)
 greasy, grimey, slimy, find me would be catchin bodys (yeah)Lloyd Banks - Reparation - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/reparation-lyrics.html
 In my automobile hobby got me girls they wanna sly me (aah)
 I be out there, prolly in your house and project lobby 
 If there's a problem call me, funny bunny, pass glock, the tommy (whoo)
 I retile u, fire jui-jitsu or karate, box
 or fukk that, jewelries talk that 
 Young as Naddy, full of delph (uh)
 Freeway and B.A.N.K.S.
 63 machinery my neck gon gray 
 I make it rain, it aint a thang to me 
 My skin OK 
 Nigga tries lock a swing on me 
 They takin me away, hey
(Freeway-Chorus)
 it's the situation 
 pay me what you owe me 'fore I grab the 4-4 and take away for what we coming 
 we coming for the reparations 
 pay me what's mine, get in line, one at a time 
 it's the situation 
 pay me what you owe me 'fore I grab the 4-5 and take away for what we coming 
 we coming for the reparations 
 pay us what's O before we go out of control
(Freeway-Verse)
 it's fully free and I'm saving rap 
 these are my plans, ain't no way that you can pay me back 
 just understand that, this man need frankless like a ripper 
 I'm paranoid sleepin with my fingers on the heater 
 They always dare cuz I love niggas 
 Or mafia, around it's criminals and drug dealers 
 Thug niggaz if you coming from where I'm from 
 And understand, then let me hear you go blam-blam
 wit your squeezer (blat, blat)
 I'm on dat Hollywood shit, stayin from the people 
 I'm in da mix, we can shake hands when I see you 
 I am really inposted in the stands with the fans 
 so close that you can take a flick when I meet you, whoa 
 All these niggas aren't they hoes, they paranoid that I might take a chick when I meet em 
 Make a split for the weekend, fukk me on some upper boys 
 You tryna be lava boys, you tryna be freakin








