Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Lloyd Banks] The hood lane kinda naked so I'ma take it Been here before, my rhymin ancient and I'm endangered When e'rything awkward, I gotta change it Bringin the swag, whip game like a dominatrix Hot-headed with no kind of patience While I recline they tastin, more than half of my life vagina chasin I dream of purple by the dump truck I'm poppin all across the boards, surf's up, label black and purp'ed up Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper son Louie to the shoe, we bling Dapper Dan for half of them I'm double action averagin, fuck love and marriage and I'm happy Rollin stone, spittin image of pappy Get at me, spar with a G, ten in my khaki Chronic cheese chasin, troopers tryin to trap me Rewards to snatch me, no love for the law, my lawyer back me Money's the root of evil and my root exactly, tax me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner) Uh, eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (cold corner) The protection is gettin stronger Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner) Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner) Uh, eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner... {*echoes*} [Lloyd Banks] Uh, I'm sharper than the, wood on a splinter; sit back and let the king record You know me, I O.D., Shinobi when I swing my sword Mindstate by the grip, my way out the whip Been chasin 'fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit Born to ball, world in my palm, Stockton grip Stumble cross the outfit I'ma get my beef and broccolis with R.I.P. to Huey O. and Kev I know they lookin down on me therefore I make a movie on the reg' Stupid sweet jacuzzi on the ledge I hit the strip these groupies want my leg Drag 'em like a chain and ball Fuss cause I'm famous, funny I ain't want the fame at all Fuck y'all gon' sleep on a bank, I remain appalled When I have a baby that baby's spoiled Built for the storm like a Navy SEAL, 2-11 Mercedes wheel Chill, legend with or without a record deal Southside on the fuckin map, lil' niggaz tuckin steel, still [Chorus]