Lloyd Banks - Rise From The Dirt lyrics
[Lloyd Banks - Rise From The Dirt lyrics]
African American accident in America
See I'm not supposed to be here
Somehow I got the merit's to
Wipe my so called stink-off
Like my boy take my mink off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a dark hole ho where you've been
It ain't my purpose 'til I
Was laying down in oozing
But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help
It helps with loosing
Praying I'm in God's eyes
Behind these bricks
Life's a bitch and she kicks i kick 'em out
Switching bitches like I'm
Switching these whips
I sick 'em on your world afflicted and wrist
I'm one of the greatest
Take a picture of me miss
And bleed my rose, I buy a kitchen, we rich
I gives a fuck 'bout where they gon'
Place me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing and you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the
Ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low
Give me some more
They removed from the average five most
Likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention and your
In detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy
Keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die
Killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was
Dead I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall
I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I walk out and
There innovations the walking label
Like Booker T when I'm talking they look
At me and see all them fresh Malcolm X
I guard the crib with my tall gun
Bring them nigga that made 'em daddy's
Son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a
Bum in a long run powered by all the hating
Since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try
To offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight
Club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last
But they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya, we ain't mad at ya
We ain't mad at ya
All I got is my word and my DE big bird
I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd
Phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born treated
From a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul
Smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for
The green man's dollar
In time you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop kill or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock
So inside cold hardly ever happy
Hard times turning melody to homicide
One small piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt
Rise from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to work yeah, V6
See I'm not supposed to be here
Somehow I got the merit's to
Wipe my so called stink-off
Like my boy take my mink off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a dark hole ho where you've been
It ain't my purpose 'til I
Was laying down in oozing
But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help
It helps with loosing
Praying I'm in God's eyes
Behind these bricks
Life's a bitch and she kicks i kick 'em out
Switching bitches like I'm
Switching these whips
I sick 'em on your world afflicted and wrist
I'm one of the greatest
Take a picture of me miss
And bleed my rose, I buy a kitchen, we rich
I gives a fuck 'bout where they gon'
Place me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing and you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the
Ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low
Give me some more
They removed from the average five most
Likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention and your
In detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy
Keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die
Killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was
Dead I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall
I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I walk out and
There innovations the walking label
Like Booker T when I'm talking they look
At me and see all them fresh Malcolm X
I guard the crib with my tall gun
Bring them nigga that made 'em daddy's
Son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a
Bum in a long run powered by all the hating
Since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try
To offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight
Club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last
But they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya, we ain't mad at ya
We ain't mad at ya
All I got is my word and my DE big bird
I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd
Phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born treated
From a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul
Smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for
The green man's dollar
In time you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop kill or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock
So inside cold hardly ever happy
Hard times turning melody to homicide
One small piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt
Rise from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to work yeah, V6