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Lloyd Banks

Genres: Hip-Hop

Getting To It Mandatory Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous 

Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office 

Sex scandals in my office 

Privileges like the President 

Destined to be enormous 

Negligence in my residence 

Count it out on my life 

Kick ball with the evidence 

Horror when I first started 

Six song with it ever since 

Back in it from the future quick 

Quick draw, my arrogance 

Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens ? 

Hated my area, spray ? away 

Fly my aerial great 

Big n-gga scary away 

Massacre compare me to none 

Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla 

When I come, damage here when I'm done 

Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some 

Huh, motherf-cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb 

Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle 

More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

We getting to it 

Thats all we do 

We gon get some more, thats mandatory too 

Life is better rich so I'ma go for broke 

Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough 

All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it, 

Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it 

 

Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window 

Giant, make a regular car look like a limo 

I'm hood 

So everything aint all good 

Caught in the middle I should 

Hold down my city how could 

You f-ck around with me, why would? 

You seek attention, I'm like a lion out the fence when 

I'm faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing 

Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo? 

Treble's run up on you with your eyes closed 

Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose 

Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane? 

Shorty like the role-play, well I'ma play the pimp 

I got that super fly high shit, money made the limp 

Dollar bill give me chills 

Fat ass fills and model hills 

and it's real, I'm going in for the kill 

Eye's on another mill, known for ripping down shit 

Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

We getting to it 

Thats all we do 

We gon get some more, thats mandatory too 

Life is better rich so I'ma go for broke 

Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough 

All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it, 

Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it 

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