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Lloyd Banks!
Ha ha!
It's like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport Runnin circles with the competition on the court He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it
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