No Love

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Hand full of haters

Know when I stop 'em survivor of close calls though I'm feelin' like deaths knockin'

Insides numb

Thank God for music my head's rockin'

Wasn't for that I'd be lost now, racin' against the clock

And I can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin' foul is your secret

Want me down on the cement talent found I'mma keep it

My brothers keeper

Keepin' my head above the water

Life's a bitch beggin' but I got nothin' for her

Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora

I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller

Rock sporter gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip

Theres money, cars bitches and jewels to get, let's do this shit

Look how my music hits, I got that loud on

Sour diesel in a cloud gone get ya style torn

Heart crosses for body losses

Stay in a better place probably bosses w 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 can sense the hate before the frown ya born a clown

Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down

I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft

In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors

The mac bridge she get across I met her jaws

5 star flaws and better tours and chedda toss

My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party

Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody

You send ya bitch to line me you gon' lose ya Bonnie

He no/know rude awakening you find me with the ruger round me

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya

Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but

But theyll never be another crew like us

Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush

And till the day I'm dust

They'll be no love

No love

No love

They ain't no more left

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Damn pops I miss you I'll see you wen I get there

Wish I can tell you you were right 'cuz 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 switch gears

Swung the last ten I'mma kill em the next 6 years

Tryna block the pain with the liquor my nigga sick scared

R.I.P. to Roster, salute with the chopper

Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka

Smokin' like I smoke now, now it's part of my intro

Same shit that we used to brush off 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 poppin, big ass rock coppin'

G throwin' and top droppin, just know when the cops watchin'

These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way

From birds eye jockin' I'm puffin' a dime a day

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]

R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya

Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but

But theyll never be another crew like us

Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush

And till the day I'm dust

They'll be no love

No love

No love

They ain't no more left