Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: The Pulse Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lloyd Banks] Still don't nuttin move but the moolah A-bomber with my Tommy, shit my view is with the jeweler Gem star, cut off your tools, who wan' scuba? Dive in these waters, piranha'll chew through ya Might shave straight to the lamb, skip the schooler +Boogie Night+ days, put on my hand, a different buddha Just a light phase, lunar in this world, you can all freeze Beat it wit'cha small ki's, I leave 'em when I cross seas Foul and say whatever I want, I got the right to I hear the talk well bet they money come and go in cycles Smack a hater with my off hand, cool as an orphan Kill me you gotta kill them niggaz holdin up my coffin And I'm FLOSS-ING, hey no trappin me while there's abortions Get up OFF HIM, and realize that we're just talkin in my chalk Benz, steering park lens, with the smart rims Hit the pedal with my dark Timbs, make the car spin Queens of the head shit, so e'ry day a holiday Haulin like a Brinks truck, change like I got away Fuck 'em all, all night, but they don't get the time of day Big old diamonds out to play, killer mind behind the K Talented at dream, I'ma will it to come Don't care where they from, none them niggaz iller than son I'm peelin for fun, that puts sour feelings in some They dealin with crumbs, my cult follow into the slums I ain't a breath of fresh air, I'm a hammer to the solar plex Holdin up the city, damn I need a shoulder stretch Brick full of gold already workin on a boulder next They awesome with the talkin, but lackenin when it happenin I'm swaggin, big body draggin through Manhattan Yeah I'm independent but I'm livin like I'm platinum What happened? You people fabricatin through your rappin and I'm money bag draggin, player hater grab aspirin You're slackin - here's a heat streak You never seen heat and that's fuel to the fire, fool you the kerosene Needle in my body, I'm forever Queens Ghetto nigga, truth, field boots and my leather cream Head in green, in meadow lean, my cheddar scream loud as a rape victim, I'm pickin off your petty team My style a loaded magazine, infraredded beam Lean just a little to the left though to check my fresh