Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Styles P Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Predator Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] The sky is gray, it's like this every day The town is for the predator, don't turn into the prey I flip a million outta nuttin, make 'em feel a certain way Hopin that this Swisher puts me in a purple haze I got my eyes on the money, the only reason I'ma keep on Now I'm back in the zone, and then it's funny Chronic bag the cologne, another half and I'm gone Hope the shit in my bone, don't become me [Lloyd Banks] Horses like the derby how I'm on my pace Speakers boomin, trunk knockin like a room of apes I'm spinnin donuts, give me too much space Like the abducted how I do my tapes, get on the gate I want it all like Deebo, million dollar people He gon' crowd when I get in the car, vroom-vroom see you At the top I'm always clubbin, I don't see you a lot See me and rocks golden onyx, bumblebee with the watch Son be talkin reckless cause son gon' be with the cops I got the one and two slot, you'll be number three when I stop I got them bitches in shock, they gon' fool in public pussy poppin Be hoppin, go bar for bar with any rookie droppin She jockin, she in the car with me, she took me shoppin She trickin, ear to the corner cause the hood be watchin They boxed in, with no option the boulevard the boats{?} Ballin like a muh'fucker livin out my father's hopes [Chorus] [Styles P] Eyes on the money, keep on It's on {*inhales*} Older folks used to think I was a piece of shit Used to be crack money, that I got my sneakers with My eyes on the prize, don't you even try to peek at it I ain't just holdin this gun, nigga I sleep wit it Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside Gangsta niggaz'll vouch how I put it down, outside Now it's room service for dinner And I ain't in the telly, I'm at home, I'm a winner You ain't Bruce Lee and I ain't the +Dragon+ to +Enter+ in your home In the Audi wagon holdin on the chrome My niggaz lift weight like it's barbells All I know is entrepreneurs, models and cartels Athletes, actors, mob niggaz that'll break yo' back in half And leave you a car for a chiropractor Me and Banks got our eyes on the banks If you fuckin with the sharks c'mon and dive in the tank What up? [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh; I'm the best thing God made after he made beats Ignore sleep, up goin over my Hall of Famer speech Like "First off, I wan' thank my fam, and thank my haters And thank they girls for wantin to get a gangsta's favors" A baby born soft, we beat the candy out 'em Lil' man ran down his pops, now that's a family problem The summer's done, I still be kickin where it's sunny Let my tombstone read: "Gone gettin to the money" Let the bird get the crumb, don't trick a panty on a bitch son Hennessy to the ground, hope my enemies don't get none Shooter in all black, bet he'll spank you with the Mac You run up on me sideways you'll be plankin on your back Benzes from the benches, Benji' Franklins all for rap Cool with grimy bitches with jinxes, the cause for clap Out the country thousand pictures then took 'em New York and back Lashin out at the competition then shook 'em right off the map, uhh [Chorus]