Lloyd Banks Follow

[Intro]

Yea! Yea yea

I done learn from mistakes,

Like who's my men and who's not

Like who's gon run but who's not

Like who's gonna shoot if you shot?

Who gone hold they own who's not

Who's gone choose spots?

[Chorus]x2

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody

Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty

lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body

When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head

Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed

I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead

The smell of burnt tire peelin* after leaving him lead

The killer fled wit a fuckin laugh

My heart pumpin on blast I just stared at him slumped in the grass*

Arms moving fingers shaking spitting up blood

DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug

There I stood stiffer than wood

See homie use to buy me candy

Now he's gone whose provide his family

My ear ringing should have been runnin'

I never thought I could be that sick

Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t

That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots

He could have been aiming for me

Maybe he circled around the block

I turn around to my pops

He like what happen?

This nigga rolled up and started clappin

I can still hear em laughin

[Chorus]x2

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody

Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty

lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body

It was a regular day in Southside

Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden

Heads turnin somebody did somethin

This nigga name I forgot

Fuck it he lived around the block

Regular getting money nigga

But love to clown a lot

Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'

Diamond in his hear diamond watch on

Eatin a bag of popcorn

Walked up behind this shorty grabbin her waist

She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face

She felt disrespected shorty couldnt except it

Called him a pussy told him she be back in a second

He didn'tpay her no mind called her bitch about 4 times

Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit him and no nine

Then in no time older nigga

From behind swung a baseball bat

Left his face all cracked told him take all that

Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown

And left the clown wit a stain on the ground.

[Chorus]

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody

Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty

lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body

And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky

California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky

If we go up quickly stick me

Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter

Im Southsidin til they hit me

I'd be dead if looks can kill

I'm from the ghetto boys

But I don't know scarface

or bushwick bill

My heart spills for the kids

That ain't got nothing

They gotta steal and

For my cousin I lost

slumpt over the steerin wheel*

[Chorus]

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody

Niggas will run up on you wit a 12 guage shoty

lloyalty comes free smokin weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me you gotta leave here wit a body