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"Greenday (Remix)" lyrics by LLOYD BANKS
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"Greenday (Remix)"
[feat. Havoc & Cormega]


[Intro:]
NON STOP!
"V5"!

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Uh! - Music Molotov microphone manipulator
Full blown baller baby - he in a incubator
Red laser on any infiltrator
Comin' with' that bullshit nigga, you leave a cripple hater. {COME ON! }
3rd times the charm, that means triple paper
All kinds of Don, Moet and liquor major.
And it's the underrated, most hated
My thoughts are R rated horror reincarnated;
Uh! - Criminaltize and gray skies
Concrete cries and steak knives - anything to stay alive.
Money fuels, ya drive. - Life's materialized!
Ain't no more wives. - Just slides!
Learn to improvise
Keep the necessary push the rest to the side.
I ball for my niggas that's locked up or died!
One phone call and they'll pop up and ride!
Corner to corner, it reeks of Marijuana
Possibilities jealousy and drama, and close friends lyin' ya!
Ya destinies designed penalties a crime
Niggas gotta grind and keep they enemies in line.
Rock Stars and chopped cars
We don't buy cups, we buy bars! And ain't nobody got jobs!
We don't get married - we menage!
Shouldn't make it far if you add up all the odds.

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (Havoc)]
Yeah! - Pockets full of green; green weed, green jag
Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag!
Green thumb counting money till I'm numb {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Niggas think repercussions funny till it come. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
We trust none; gun running thru the slam One-...
... -Hundred round the drum come around here acting dumb!
Green movie, green bent, green light (H-A-V-O'!)
Green makes the baddest thing seem right!

[Havoc:]
Yo Bank$ them niggas funny if you ask me - they Martin. (they Martin!)
Laugh now, cry later; .9's aimed at the noggin. (noggiun!)
And I ain't talkin 'bout the channel that the kids watch (kids watch!)
Foul shit, same shit; that almost got Kiss knocked! (Kiss knocked!)
And all kinda money stuffed up in the duffle bags (duffle bags!)
Settle down - not even' with the pussy that Usher had. (Usher had!)
The grass greener over here, she wanna jump the fence
Fuck the crew; first she said, no I'm like fuck her then! (fuck her than!)
And if it ain't us - who the fuck you suckin' then? ! (suckin' then!)
They broke, we rich; you know I gotta rub it in! (you know I gotta rub it in!)
At the crap table hopin' that ya love spin (love spin!)
Life's kickin' ass like ya ass got blooded in. (hot blooded in!)
My life is good, it's like I'm lookin through another lens, (another lens!)
Greendays! - What you niggas know about the publishin'? ('bout the publishin'!)
And if you don't know, you'll never know; fuck 'em then! (fuck 'em then!)
H-A-V-O', Blue Hef'! - It's us again! (it's us again!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Yeah! - Pockets full of green; green weed, green jag
Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag!
Green thumb counting money till I'm numb
Niggas think repercussions funny till it come.
We trust none; gun running thru the slam One-...
... -Hundred round the drum come around here acting dumb!
Green movie, green bent, green light
Green makes the baddest thing seem right!

[Cormega:]
I play NBA Live while niggas play live and get kilt, wearin' they shine (wearin' they shine!)
They I'll in the rhymes but I ain't really feelin' they lives. (feelin' they lives!)
So I pay 'em no mind
Time is money; I ain't waistin no time. (I ain't waistin' no time!)
I came home with staygreens with' plans to make green (make green!)
Did dirt; but what it's worth now I stay clean. (clean!)
Niggas hate but it don't make or break me! (me!)
My daughter wore bathin' apes since the age 3.
My city never sleep, so I day dream (day dream!)
If Big' never died; who the fuck would clam king?
Think deep; lyrically Bank$ and me!
Get busy like niggas in the bing with' beef.
The jewels blurred my vision now I'm able to see (see!)
The greatest luxury in life is bein able to breathe. (breathe!)
I speak the truth!
Like the debut from Beanie in the booth! - Very few niggas can see me, uh! (can see me, uh!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Yeah! - Pockets full of green; green weed, green jag {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Green thumb counting money till I'm numb
Niggas think repercussions funny till it come.
We trust none; gun running thru the slam One-...
... -Hundred round the drum come around here acting dumb!
Green movie, green bent, green light
Green makes the baddest thing seem right!

[Outro:]
CAN'T FORGET...
RICK ROWN! [gunshot] [beat stops]

[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for these lyrics]

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