Fall Back - Lloyd Banks

Fall back

I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me

Fall Back

I understand that ya feelin me

Fall back

I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move

Uh,

I gotta stay on the move…

So this cat got more spots than a leopard skin

The safes in the ceiling to stash drugs and weapons in

Nigga I’m just steppin in

Already got boxes full of money like that movie that Johnny Depp was in

I pop up and adapt and run

Cuz what comes around goes around faster than a Gatling gun

These broke niggas stay going to Manhattans fund

I’m on a Punta Cana shore with a Latin one

That could suck a beach ball thru a straw

Act like a chipmunk and put nuts in each one of her jaws

Homie, I’m just tryna teach yall how to score

It’s easy for me to pull a beef fall in the Source

And my dope send buyers from OT

They heard I got the same shit that caused Len Bias to OD

It’s the young nigga that inspire the OGs

In the H2 with thin tires and OZs

And yall got jewels but I doubt it’s the same shine

Mine look like the sun and moons out at the same time

Why worry bout the rumors that a broad dish

When I ride around with the same gun Travolta had in Swordfish

So fall back like you lost ya balance

I don’t wanna have to toss the talons

But you keep stylin

And I’ma have to let this sixteen squirt

And make ya white tee look like a Miskeen shirt, nigga

Fall back

I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me

Fall Back

I understand that ya feelin me

Fall back

I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move

Uh,

Ghetto Fab nigga

Sha Money, Whoo Kid, Lloyd Banks, lets get em!

How the fuck, hop out truck

Seven jeans, white truck

Range rover sittin on two-three's

Or in the 745 on the 105

Won’t be nodody in the ride but me

You can say anything you want about my business

Better hold ya tongue unless you witness

My life first hand, my joy my pain

Not just my music, and my name

Fall back

I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me

Fall Back

I understand that ya feelin me

Fall back

I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move

You can bet your bottom dollar…

If its ever a room that I’m tied up in

The armor throw bullets like Boomer Esiason

Give him a wound where his eyes been

And lift him off the ground, like a hot air balloon when its firin'

My game smooth as Mariah’s skin

But I’m popular, so I travel with the goons when I slide up in 'em

I’m blamed for the heat round my way

I made it without a Making of the Band or a Freestyle Friday

Why you wit him if ya troops don’t buck

I’ll have the coroner, wrappin you in plastic like a fruit roll-up

I get brain like every female in my paths intelligent

They take in more nuts than ya average elephant

They actin like they own slugs and armory

But if we bump heads, they’ll be talkin faster than Bone Thugs and Harmony

Theres names you can call me but broke ain’t one

I’m in the game for OJ run, my goal ain’t done

Go in the house with ya old grey gun

We got some big enough to be a cold days sun

And I’ve learned to overcome the new faces

I’m startin to heat up, so my dick get more tongue than shoe laces

You can catch me in the hood, couple G’s and them thanga thangs

High, cuz I go thru more trees than orangutans

You gon' make me put the clip in and pop ya

Ya horrible nigga I’d rather sit through a opera

Fall back

I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me

Fall Back

I understand that ya feelin me

Fall back

I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move