Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Lost &; Found lyrics

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Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found





I'm holdin' up the city

Rollin' up a fifty

The number one option for hos that want a willy

I ball like a boss so the soldiers want to kill me

But i'm holdin on the milly

Jacob frozen nigga silly

Wide Masarati Giovanni or Pirelli

Po 9 want to wire me but i'm Gotti on the celly

LIke Daddy with the rings Mr. T with the ropes

Carrying them things

Catch me in a coma

Before you find bitch in me you'll find a diploma

And I ain't make it far

Side tracked by the corner

I lost a couple niggas here

The hood is a sauna

Its hot niggas disappear

Keep the heat on ya

Ain't no use in being scared

We bleed the same color slip and you out of here

Keeper to my brother i'm hoppin' in and out of wear

Ain't nobody 'gon be disrespectful this year yeah





Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found



Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found





The niggas I looked up to, look up to me now, its funny how the game changes

And rearranges

The niggas that know me know you be the strangest

Thinkin' that you won't get popped cause you famous

The hard head make us all fast

And none of them rocks you got cut like diamonds cause they all glass

Its all math

Nigga take these and add 'em

I'm pushin' a buck all the way to the bank cheese and at 'em

Moved a mill off the single

Then they round with the lingo

Bingo

There the thing go

Back away from the window

Its the B-A-N-K- S with the lines

A.K.A. Blue Hef vest with the nine

I've been hot since a juvie

I knew niggas would scoop me

Since Biggie made "Juicy"

And Chris Rock was "Pookie"

I'm in my lower twenties livin' life like a movie

In the million dollar cribs swimming pools and jacuzzis





Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found





Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found





Death before dishonor

Marijuana

For the dead

I move like Greyhound when its time to get the bread

Its all eyes on me the L-L-O-Y-D-

Heavy metal by me

In every ghetto I be

24-7, 365 high

I'll be the first one to show you 360 fly by

All drama Desy

Bright Bentley, white Bezey

I'll turn a regular bitch into an overnight celebey

My presence is heavy

Chrome guts grey Chevy

Out in New York City where most the murders seem petty

And the same ones yellin'

Be at the murder scene tellin'

While you huffin' and puffin'

We ain't seen or heard nothin'

These niggas is bluffin' they ain't down for the scuffle

Beef is makin' you watch everybody die but you

So fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

On a side block in a town and face down





Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found



Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground

Another body in the lost and found









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