King Do My Thing Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

[Lloyd Banks] 

This when my pedal drops, 

everything stops 

pretty glittering watch 

you hear me doing my thing pops 

uh, hate my value like a 100 mil 

keep it trill all day, clear the way cuz I come to kill 

[Chorus] 

green green green 

the next thing outta queens 

nothing you have ever seen 

I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team 

I aint gon be nothing baby I'ma be a king 

go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing 

yeah I'ma do my thing 

baby watch me do my thing 

and now I work them ends 

I'm still out here with my bling 

dirty than a muthaf-cker riding with my thing 

cause that's what drama bring 

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uh, do me evenings, movie screens 

while I pass the block 

R.I.P's in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot 

playin' hard rock, bet a mil and half you drop 

I'm still sh-ttin the dealership is my bathroom stop 

this aint your average gwap, big drop a bag you drop 

cuz n-ggas don't congratulate me 

rather hate, mad you hot 

just be mad you not 

die fast, stab or shot 

rambo dagger, mag or glock 

rambo swagger stashing rocks 

ammo stack a platinum pot 

guard it like a leprechaun 

Louie V letters on sweaters gettin my checkers on 

the streets crowned me, I smoke all day sleep bounty 

Photos 

heat round me, hold my toes 

the thought of defeat hounds me 

[Chrous] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Look at me now, look at me smile 

know you'd rather look at me down or look at me ball 

bet these girls aint looking at y'all 

look at my broad, look at my car 

look at my crib than look at my yard 

now look at my ring but watch your eyes 

look at my chain you looking for God 

f-ck these groupies I way too hard 

busting my ass too stay sh-t hard 

give up my last to feed the fam 

keeping these bastards on they job 

my brothers keeper, my passion for the dough is deeper 

kill all year, kill em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish) 

look what my pen draw 

B-tch with the wrist I'm Chris Paul 

Millions by the four piss poor 

I'm on my sixth tour 

me and maurijauna equals little shop of horror 

catch me on the block tomorrow 

(?) pop my collar 

[Chorus]