Cover Me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Ugh, my pump screams, steam rolling through the rap scene

This the shit to do when I wake, erases my bad dream

Stunting early this morning, balling's my caffeine

Scattered traces of cream where I was last seen

I left the richter with my heart and soul

Middle of Southside, hard to find a darker hole

Rolling stone where I parks my home

Home at every thing I hit, hit one every day

Kick my single shit

In old school flash, I’m lightening on the darkest day

Run if my views clash

I touch ya hundred hearts away

The Bernard King of the bar ring

I sound like no nigga, they mocking our thing

Your homie people doing bad and need an extra plate

Hard to follow good direction when you’re section eight

Pearly Gate, Revolver, Father bless the wake

Could have bled out on that corner, hard to question fate

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Nigga, what you got?

Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up

Now we cooking, can’t be stopped

We shook 'em, Bentley dropped

Speeding against the clock

Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you rocked

Every body keep it real, how's that?

Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back

The Devil want me caught up in this trap

Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back

[Verse 2: Styles P]

I been weeded a lot

'Cause I'm dancing with the Devil

And seeing demons a lot

My little man Ox probably need his saliva

I say I pray, when I'm high

Thank God I smoke pot

My heart pump hard shot, my mind is in a knot

That’s the champagne and cognac wine when it pop

Was I blind because I left dope line on the block

Or just dollar bill hungry?

Fresh clothes addiction!

Loud pipes roaming, you can hear from a distance

My nose follows the smoke, my ears on the shipment

Eyes on the streets but my brains on the Game

'Cause it’s tape to a body is lives on the plane

Yeah, you fly but I can stay dry in the rain

You run from it, I sort of rely on the pain - my word

And the banks just like my nigga Lloyd

On my pretty boy shit, trying to get it like Floyd

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Nigga, what you got?

Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up

Now we cooking, can’t be stopped

We shook 'em, Bentley dropped

Speeding against the clock

Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out

Every body keep it real, how's that?

Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back

The Devil want me caught up in this trap

Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

I give a fuck about the TV, keep it

I get better with time like my CD sequence

Before my time you couldn’t see me sleeping

Ball any fucking way, peep my 3D weekend

You need a wizard and a bomb with Buddha

My bitches can’t be regular, my mind is super

I got them bending in my Karma Sutra

Wilding on exotics, Mr. Diamond future

This ain’t a sprint, you need a lot of years

You getting money but nobody cares

You trying to make it?  Put aside your fears

Don’t nothing hurt more than your Momma tears

But how much is? You can rest your wings

Shit was hard. Got to somebody to elect your sins

Put my body with the rest of Kings

Killing, that’s what effort brings

Time to F the world, Hefner heifer rings

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Nigga, what you got?

Throw it all in the pot, light it and turn it up

Now we cooking, can’t be stopped

We shook 'em, Bentley dropped

Speeding against the clock

Weeded through all the seasons, no reason why they want you out

Every body keep it real, how's that?

Louie sweaters cover up the holes in my back

The Devil want me caught up in this trap

Gucci sweaters cover up the holes in my back