Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Prodigy (Mobb Deep) Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: 1, 2, 3 Grind Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lloyd Banks] Wordplay in the worst way Earthquake, niggaz is shook, ash in my purp tray 20's on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree Cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre Your baby momma dream about the God I let her hit the button, fingers startin up the car Style when I sleep, snicker when I hit the street Graves pilin up, bodybuilder when I lift the beat My weed sour, my bitches sweet Marine style but my shit discrete, watch me make the flip repeat I don't trick or treat, but so Halloween +Michael Myers+ with the fire, trip holla scream I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team It's like I'm playin solitare, I don't see a challenge here Yeah~! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Money movin on the dime; ready 1, 2, 3, grind Uhh, niggaz better give me mine; about my funds, top down ready for the shine Uhh, hettin to it so inline; I'm influenced by the gold, I can do it if I try Uhh, I'ma get 'em every time; baby 1, 2, 3, grind [Prodigy] You know there's rules that you followin and tools get the hollow point Poppin at these fools yeah these dudes get their narrow ass deceased I terminate, unleash the pearly gate Put that work in, then I spin like a 38 All around the world, back around the world twice Fucking with the internat'sh, Infamous paradigm Catch yo' bitch on the line at the concert, I'm gon' take advantage of this opportune time I'm the worst of the worst vultures - c'mon slime~! You ain't never in yo' life livin life like mine This is Grand Theft Audio, you just a petty crime In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine You short like spaghetti, I'm harder than a whale dick Clap a nigga real quick, fallin outta line like One, two, three, they be droppin like dominoes Vamanos, I'll show you how to die It's career suicide, must be on that crack high Coming at me diagonally, the fuck be on your mind Fuck be on you niggaz brains, it seems you wish death Yo Blue, these niggaz playin games with a profes'sh [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Big chain photo, still beamin when you see me H.F.M. in 3D, hood beemin up off my CD I'ma creep, do some foul shit every week Fuck my shorty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets Stay low, I'm on that number shit, hit and bounce Geah I'm lookin for a menage, they lookin for a sponsor Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track All four of my pockets fat, Lincoln New York city rap Brighter than my jewelery I'm in line with the stars I'm from Mars, I'm back stackin Domino broads Living large, you gon' need 500 bars When we drive, make bougie bitches climb in the cars Uhh~! Wheels peel the street off, Porsche came with the feet off The haters still hatin, "It Ain't Hard to Tell" like he Nas In need of defrost, brick cold and your shit old Play with me get hospitaled and a wife widowed [Chorus]