Lloyd Banks - Still Dre Freestyle lyrics

You can't be sane to be testin' me
You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe
I got four bars hotter than your "S"'s be
And I don't wanna hear your
Tape unless it's me
I'm like guns I smoke - excessively
To see me - you little more effort, b

I love money it'll probably be
The death of me
And I don't need ya'll to ball
Like a referee you ain't impressin' me
Don't stand next to me
One hit will have you buggin' like ecstasy
Don't be mad if the one
That bitch sweats is me
Cause she ain't ya bitch if

She having sex with me! (WHAT?)
Come on, b who the fuck you tryna fool us?
I'll leave you with more bumps
Than a school bus
It's gon take the Riot squad to move us
Yeah, ya niggas got guns but do you bust?
I'm too much - I'm a tell the truth, you suck
Motha-fuck classy, gimme two sluts
And a few cups hurry up
Fill 'em up! You niggas for real or what?
Hustlers - we deal 'em up
You couldn't kill a duck!
I'm the type to make it

Hot when you chillin', what?
My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck
Hop out! Beat 'em down!
Hop in! Flee the town!
Now-a days you need a pound
All you ain't gonna be around
Stop tryin' to be me
Clown - You want the blood to drip?
Twenty four hours
I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip

And ya bitch love the dick -
Now I'm tryna smother it
Playa, why'nchu cum in it? - She
Don't want to cover it
Yeah, I'm on that gutter tip! Fuck
Around and slut a chick
See me in that butter kit
Followed by another whip
Everybody rappin' now - I'm 'bout
To let my mother spit
Brother spit - Niggas tellin'

On some undercover shit
Team got a lot of dough -
You ain't gettin' none of it!
He blew? I gotta blow - Flow
Got the sun in it!
Number 1-stunna shit - Gun gotta thunder kit!
I know you ain't come to flip -
You know who I'm runnin' with?
All-Stars Nigga