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Lloyd Banks New York New York

yo ??Hash??... You did it again... Lloyd Banks Chorus- Don't talk tough talk unless you walk the walk we grimey we dirty we New York New York Let's ball

[Chorus:] It only feels good when you come up Cause I remember how it was when I was down Thought I forgot? (Nah) Nobody on my block thought I would

of hoes galore give my girl a Newport 'cause she's smoking yours I'm the authority of model seniority they call me Les but they all need more of me. [Lloyd Banks

female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks

roll if you with it I got to get it got to get it The world and what's in it And you can get it you can get it In a New York minute I got to get it

a drama setter Yeah, nigga thank you, Marshall, no problem We don't stop, save the best for the last Talk of New York, thoughts of a Predicate Felon Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks

jukes hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks

New York hoe About to kill these niggas with this New York flow Say one nigga name homie you gon' go You in that Hot97 so New York know I use to

me [Lloyd Banks] Fuck that I'm tired of hearing these industry niggas startin' to get outta hand Like I don't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man We killing New York