Big Voice, Bigger City

[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr.] The Negro masses all over began to re-evaluate themselves And the Negro came to feel that he was somebody... His religion revealed to him that God loved all of his children! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh, I pray to him jealous cause he watching over them I don't pretend, wishing they lose, hoping I win Took my fitted cause I'm driving with no top Hotter than a motherfucker riding with my Glock Knock-knock, who is it? A hollow tip visit You talk it if you live it, if not get delivered Niggas hearts going frigid, there's no remorse Nigga, I'd be the last one to give it Hit ya ass off your pivot Then I pass on the syrup, and welcome the chronic They wondering where the real rap when I'm helping them find it Blinded, criminal minded, in poverty bonded On it just to be where I come from Rewind it, you dumb son Stuck on slow, sit they'll you to sleep These motherfuckers know the wolves is playing for keeps The wounded lay on the street The goons is playing for keeps Be rude to say it at least We want a piece, nigga [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You ain't gotta like me but you feel me If you riding with that milli Big voice, bigger city You silly if you looking round for pity Boy, we grimey and gritty Big voice, bigger city Stunting so these niggas want to kill me Ain't a damn thing pretty Big voice, bigger city You ain't gotta like me but you hear me Dead broke or big willie Big voice, bigger city [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Money don't make it easy, money make it harder Get smart you can get it, but it don't make you smarter The music stop moving, I'm a make them love the Carter On contrary to whatever you heard, I am harder Lyrical revolver, metaphoric father Heading for the Gusto, I'm an incredible rider And a bit of lasagna, meet Britney and Tanya No breakfast in bed, just the Ganja I kinda miss the days when we honored honor Loyalty cause karma can be a baby mama I been a G since a knee, maybe longer Ain't no pictures of me, I bring you the drama Llama on your album dollar, no pain, no holla Leave the scene no cops, no collar I'm a beast, the sickest shit spitting on the East How I know? Walk around, listen to the street, nigga [Hook: Lloyd Banks] You ain't gotta like me but you feel me If you riding with that milli Big voice, bigger city You silly if you looking round for pity Boy, we grimey and gritty Big voice, bigger city Stunting so these niggas want to kill me Ain't a damn thing pretty Big voice, bigger city You ain't gotta like me but you hear me Dead broke or big willie Big voice, bigger city