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Terror Dome Lyrics - V6: The Gift - Lloyd Banks

Hoppin out that motherfucker two doors up 

Sadiddy pretty bitches my crew won't fuck 

I'm in this scarf don't reaffirm I'm on my New York stuff 

I get to mean lossin' out I need a U-Haul truck 

My cup overflows with mojo you then use yours is up 

Feel like I'm catching stunts in slow mo 

Got this shoe store stuff 

Nigga my new bar is up 

My reputation got the blue star struck 

Gotta be two guards up 

Hard to regroup hard luck 

Part of me move I'm next 

Rock would be cool on vex 

Tiffany's all fucked up, part of me it's too complex 

She's screaming out for the lord, how many moves my sex 

I get that new bald head called the two pop red 

Regular loosen up, hit it hard, really slow 

How the hell we get so cold, 500 degrees below 

Here we, here we go, rare canary flow 

Pretty automobile on the street this scary though 

Yeah, this for my homles, niggas dead and gone 

From Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome 

Where the lead is blown, man down 

Smarty getting paid and then they rain out 

Get your mind right let me take you to 

The society, you may not make it through 

A bunch of homies and some heart making colo 

I fuck the police and your pussy ass too 

Back looking for blood 

Shit chillin, ballin', draggin 

Chicks all off these clubs 

Had they get do only bullshit 

Just to get some love 

Open sesame, the recipe 

Step G, slowly we smoking wackers tell MC 

Broken V open, how you doin' catch me in your jeans 

Shawty can play it to the car, got the woman of my dreams 

Open lust coming for my aroma 

Cause my steam colder spot, be in the room a king 

Ya know I'm that dull king, stupid bling, laughing big 

Smile right off the movie screen, my louie clean 

Fuckin' punks itches said that usually green 

Using gold the most, underated God truth be told 

Young black mistake, out of this willing cruel nature 

Victim never protector, you can keep your fool's paper 

Never pledge sucker blood, my heart took a bounce feel 

Marksman I'm hitting anybody out there 

 

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