Sooner Or Later Lyrics - H.f.m.2 (hunger For More 2) - Lloyd Banks

[Intro] 

I know that sooner (sooner) 

Or later (or later) 

I'm going to meet my maker 

[Lloyd Banks] 

I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end 

Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 

1990's sins, It was all for tha ends 

Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins 

Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first 

You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse 

Your songs in need of a real verse 

Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church 

Then right after speech time, it's sparkin' the street crime 

Niggaz throwin' everything at you, Cept' a peace sign 

Live by the gun, Die by the gun 

Till' my time come, Im'a spend time witcha son 

I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them 

Them woulda did the same thing, We confined to the slum 

And those that don't adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb 

Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run 

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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + Female Sample] 

Why run nigga, it's gon cost 

Its gon come nigga but till' the day it does 

Im'a hold my shit down, take it in blood 

Outsiders get no love 

[Raekwon] 

Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater 

Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da ride 

They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo 

Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped 

Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill 

They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo 

Steak'll take meetings, beefin' too much dough - the legion 

Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern 

Losin' money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that 

or don't come back, or get clap at 

Me and my bitches in tha kitchen 

One sucking dick - I paid to have shot and sent to the Brinxton 

Dogs eatin' calamari, coke in a larrari's jar 

Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god 

Get wit the gods or get wit the mob 

From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams 

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[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks] 

Don't blame me blame South Side, That's what made me my - crazy high 

But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye - ladies spy 

I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - Maybe I'm 

Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone 

Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome 

Alien phone home, ET in my throne 

I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach 

When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered 

And bad news keeps you weak and numb 

Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son 

I shoulda listened, friends turned foe 

The toast so the fo' fo' will make a nigga run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe 

I'm the prot