Rocket Chamber

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh I'm headed up again, hatin' just fuels my rocket chamber Few niggas clone the flow, happy to be my doppelganger A pocket stainless, cool ticket hung on my closet hangers Forgot he's famous, disconnected from hip-hop for ages Entered the crew, hood Olympics, bought off the block, courageous Takin' over again, walkin' you through the hostage spaces Cut out the cages, twenty-one flips of deposit pages Won't nominate us? Throw cherry bombs at the commentators Queens empowerеd,cooking for my b-day, send a green piñata Team shotta, you eithеr wish to rap, ball, or dream of powder Leanin' tower, fuck 'bout a rapper Which of them keys allow us? Screams and hollers, what is the likelihood I'ma breathe my flowers? (Yeah, yeah) Life will reveal itself, won't be the same, your back gon' clip Gotta keep pushin', bring out the vehicle that the cap goes with Pray for a miracle, full recovery has to fix Niggas outta reality, comin' up with a asterisk (Uh) You listen close, you hear the numbers callin' (Numbers callin') Lackin' the interest, day is shortened, no time of day for the unimportant You trust a bitch, you either shoot or snortin' (Snortin') Karma been on my case for years now we finally made a truce this mornin' (Truce this mornin') [Pre-Verse: Tony Yayo] Me and karma made a truce this mornin' Me and karma made a truce this mornin', hah (Me and karma made a truce this mornin') [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] It ain't roses and unicorns where I'm from Lil' niggas tat trophies on they face, they body [?] Project Squid Games for cocaine You get a extra belly button from the FN Ancient deposits in my rhyme book White truffle on cheesecake, I got that rich taste Goin' off them concentrates, Bentley with the paper plates Daytona dasher with the day and date R.I.P. to Fa Sha 'cause I miss my nigga Two hundred bows on the table got my diamonds bigger THC diamonds got a nigga brain mixed up That shit is 92%, how the fuck I get up? Insane in my blunt from Dr. Greenthumb Got the K in the trunk, watch that drummer-boy drum Mamma not home, whip it up in the kitchen Finna get high, bag it up the in the basement [Outro: Tony Yayo] Damn That nigga nice