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Banks Tony Don T Turn Your Back On Me

me cry I stand in open sunlight, I scream and shout I warn you don't turn your back on me You look right through me like I'm some chameleon Don't turn your back on me

's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel? Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four track Your mother's callin', for WIC checks

man Tre' Turn we come to play, Mo Thug eternally, no unnecessary tension wit me. My Mo Thug Family stays beside me, behind me, leads me guides me.

get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think.. [Lloyd Banks - Verse 8] Niggas aint got nuttin' on me

i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i'm gon' clap you it

feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Clowny time ain

Rover I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator Feed your family, turn your man to a hater Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox Put me in your

stick me 'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me Naw, I only fuck with the OG's The ones that won't turn you in to the police On the run, I'm

-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be