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Text: Lloyd Banks. Shine Thru.

Yea 1, 2, 1, 2 allow me show you how I do
Shouts to jamiaca guy I brew my nigga HP
He not like you man fuck your problems I got
Mine 2 black cloud out but I shine thru probly
Been thru what you been thru times 2 you lil
Ass niggas can't fit my shoe! Ugh
Miss Lloyd Had A very big heart it leaked into
Everyone I knew from the start I had a good life
She played a big part she was my light now everythings
Dark man I loved that women more than I loved living never
Cared what she got she was too busy giving she told me be
Strong but I cried like a boy it'll never be the same an unfilled void
Praying for the clouds planning on the sour can't think straight I'm
Rolling every hour garauntee an honor money and the power be a
Real nigga taught that as a todler diamond impala my chevy on a slant
Kinda like my eyes I'm heavy on the plant d's on a hater parelles on a
Tramp man of the town you can tell he got a stamp trust nobody blame
It on the gene the DNA data and the cop killa queens rocks for the fiends
On the on the blocks full of dreams all day scrambling and hot full of screams!

[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
I wanna give a rest in peace
To my grandma man I love you baby
R.I.P to my pops too man R.I.P to my aunt lenards
I know you see me R.I.P to Hp
My nigga star, ja what up nigga my nigga
Cheese rest in peace to my cousin jay man
And everybody you love shit will go on though full
Speed ahead yea southside