Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: No Love Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Lloyd Banks] Handful of haters, know when I stop 'em Survivor of close calls, though I'm feelin like death's knockin Inside's numb, thank God for music, my head's rockin Wasn't for that I'd be lost now, racin against the clock And I could see it in your smile you don't mean it, livin foul is your secret Want me down on the cement, talent found I'ma keep it My brother's keeper, keepin my head above the water Life's a bitch beggin, but I got nothin for her Slaughter, bitches outta order from my aura I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller Rocks sporter, give me floor space, I'ma need a stupid flip There's money, cars, bitches and jewels to get - let's do this shit Look how my music hits, I got that loud on Soul diesel in a cloud gone, get your style torn Heart crosses for body losses They in a better place, probably bosses, with Ferrari horses I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown Livin my dream, keep what you think, don't spoil it now I could sense the hate before the frown, you're born a clown Droppin all them bricks off, toilet bound, don't water it down I got the anger to set it off, you're feather soft In and out the beat tracks, intercourse through metaphors The mack bridge, she get across, I met her jaws 5-star flaws, them better tours and cheddar talks My work bodies like a shottie let off in a party Pardon my partner, he pumped and ready to hurt somebody You send your bitch to line me you gon' lose your Bonnie He no rude awakening, you find me with the Ruger 'round me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Uh, R.I.P. my nigga, I'ma see ya when I see ya I'm holdin it down here, niggaz still tryin to be ya But, but, there'll never be another crew like us Bottles in the air, gettin high, all I do is crush And 'til the day I'm dust There'll be no love (no love) No love (no love) no love (no love) Nah... there ain't no more left [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, damn pops I miss you, see you when I get there Wish I can tell you you were right cause you ain't missin shit here Fans turned on me, never thought it'd be this weird Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up, look how I switched gears Swung the last ten, I'ma kill 'em the next six years Tryin to block the pain with the liquor, my niggaz sick scared R.I.P. to Rasta, salute with the chopper Remember us, young boys, too loose off the vodka Smokin like I smoke now, that was part of my intro Same shit that we used to brush off's hard on my mental Beast mode, they led me to snap, target my pencil They been borrowin a while now, countin the years I lent you I got the block hoppin, and big ass rock coppin G throwin and top droppin, just know when the cops watchin these niggaz will not stop 'em, struggle to find a way From bird's eye jockin I'm puffin a dime a day [Chorus]