Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Love Shots Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lloyd Banks] If you're feelin yourself, you're feelin me The feelin is strong, it's clear to see Ain't no feelin like on top to me Passed down possibly, sit down drop the V I'm tryin to drop another one, shit I gotta see Stuntin 'til the summer come, swagger by the tree Jugglin these questions, cause it's puzzlin to me Hey baby got a husband and she's ridin round with me - fuck it! I'm just playin my part; I ain't tryin to cuff it You can't trust it, she ballin on her nigga budget Touchdowns keep her there, money the subject And I'm on another team, gotta love it She probably try it on me, I wanna rug it Southside stubborn, cold hearted in public Livin without a care, don't care how you judge it Tired of hearin what you goin through - I does it [Chorus] Love shots, she's firin the gun Probably had a hundred niggaz lookin dumb But I ain't the one; nah I ain't like them Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I'm done Throwin G's up, hoes down Get paper, smoke pounds Fuck bitches, fo' rounds G's up, hoes all the way down [Lloyd Banks] Maybe I will, maybe I won't Maybe I'm better off if I don't None of that money is yours, baby you're broke And when that boy sick and your soap back on the rope Brand new tags cause she's wonderful with her throat Cash for the quote, she's comin up with the stroke Shorty takin shots, I duck dive and dodge Always on the move girl, I work five jobs I'm a - go getter, fly nigga, flow spitter Game owner, player, and the coach, hitter Gold winner and my CD dope Lock me up the NYPD won't probably wanna see me slip Have a nigga baby, grimy on that greedy shit Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit Cold hearted, step into the freeze a bit Hugh fuckin Hef', new stress and the weed is lit [Chorus]