Lloyd Banks - Take 'em To War Lyrics

[11 seconds instrumental]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - Bury me with my enemies
Dead and gone, they remember me! Wasn't me in the dirt, nigga!
Power hold the show power in the P's
Money bring fleas. - And crack put palm queens on these.
Genetics like the jeans on fiends
Dirty! - I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens
Early - I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes; pearly
Necklace all over your ex; your wife, your girly.
Life flies when it push you to the limit
F*ck just gettin' by that's no way to live it! (uh!)
"What the f*ck do you take me fooor? "
"Try to take somethin' you'll be layin' on the floor."
It's alot, missed comrades is breathin' then before
I rules a nigga everytime I leave out on the tour.
He don't even respect war, bullets squeezin' out the four
Heaven's door gotta be better than anything we've seen before!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
F*ck talkin' let's take 'em to war! (war!)
Drama after drama 'til they layin' on the floor. (flooe!)
What the f*ck do you take me fooor?! (fooor!)
Eye for an eye time to even up the score! (score!)
I rather be not here than hungry. (hungry!)
I'm sick when I'm not near my money. (money!)
They want me to lose but I'm a win! (I'm a win!)
I made it there before and I'm a make it there again. (again!)

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uhh! - Bullshit kept to a minimum
Come at me all subliminal, I'm a retaliate straight. (uhh!)
You need a M-F miracle, a Saddam bomb lyrical
Somethin' chemical; hungry enough to scrape plates!
A sure shotter. - And rule sour!
The mall's ours. - The whores crowd us - for 24 hours.
Ignore cowards, stuntin', one of my superpowers
Stupid dollars. - Swagger and the Coupe is stylish! (uhh!)
Used to violence, old beef, and new medallions
You been drownin'. - I'm flyin' on route to Island.
G-Unit soldier on the front, one of the new batallion
The car's German, the paint's black, the shoe's Italian!
I don't cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whylin'
No need for a stylist, I'm already stylin'!
Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin'
Keep the neighborhood on edge. - Ain't nobody smilin' for...

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ ("Tony Yayo")]
F*ck talkin' let's take 'em to war! (war!)
Drama after drama 'til they layin' on the floor. (flooe!)
What the f*ck do you take me fooor?! (fooor!)
Eye for an eye time to even up the score! (score!) ("yeeah! ")
I rather be not here, than hungry. (hungry!) ("yeah! ")
I'm sick when I'm not near my money. (money!) ("yeah, uh! ")
They want me to lose but I'm a win! (I'm a win!) ("It's the Unit, we back nigga! ")
I made it there before and I'm a make it there again. (again!) ("yeah! ")

[Tony Yayo:]
Rainman. - Hoffman!
211 Range, bad bitch coughin'.
Good weed! - Expel out my lungs
Re-up on the rizzy 'fore I'm done.
Cocaine pitchin'. - City code facts
B.M. broke a 30, give you the chils. - Biggie quote that! (Biggie!)
Robin Leech tour, Condo on the board wall
211 extract wall. - Make the girls talk! (break it down now!)
Earn mad sticks; five-thousand on the Blazer
Disrespect; the head turn a nigga chaser! (YEAH!)
The difference between me and you is
You Mel Gibson with your bitch. - And I'm a pimp!
My Fonzerelli Fel make the hoes drool
Candy paint drippin' off the old school!
"So don't merge in my lane... "
"L, chopper or the game. - I build a tunnel for the 'cane! "

[Chorus]

[Beat fades out]