Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Born Alone, Die Alone , by - Lloyd Banks. Release date: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Born Alone, Die Alone |
| Uh. |
| I’m on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera |
| Too many niggaz is dyin', i’m spendin’time with my grandma (geah) |
| A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face |
| A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!) |
| You handcuffin’that bitch, she dont wanna be with you |
| All she want is your chips, my lil’nigga beat it too (uh huh) |
| Stick the heaters through, so we can party good |
| Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood |
| The Boywonder will unravel your team |
| I’m TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh) |
| The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh) |
| You movin’in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!) |
| Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs |
| I’m on the red carpet cuz i’m good with my words |
| I’m ready for war, i’m stackin’my chips |
| You flappin’your lips, you niggaz ain’even hoodrich. |
| (Geah!) |
| I came in this world by myself (uh huh) |
| So i don’t need no friends (nope) |
| I rather have it this way |
| It’s ok, it’s ok (it's ok nigga) |
| You motherfuckers gon’respect me (geah) |
| Cuz i can take you off here today |
| I rather have it that way (uh huh) |
| It’s ok, it’s ok (Ghea!) |
| Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why) |
| Outsiders’ll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue) |
| All i need is my figures, i aint stressin’no hoes (uh) |
| Ridin’roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin’that 'Dro |
| Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are |
| Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha) |
| Income is my chain. |
| stash box is my watch (huh) |
| You fairly new in the game, i ain’t passin’the rock (na uh) |
| All i been sensin’is hate, ever since i been straight |
| Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha) |
| And i’m strappin’the nine, in case they wanna combine |
| Gather up on a nigga, i ain’t rappin’in line |
| Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin’mine |
| Drop sumthin’every year, flop all of the time |
| Stop makin’your records, i ain’t answerin’shit |
| Why don’t you get off my dick… Bitch! |
| I came in this world by myself |
| So i don’t need no friends (uh huh) |
| I rather have it this way (uh) |
| It’s ok, it’s ok (it's ok nigga) |
| You motherfuckers gon’respect me Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh) |
| I rather have it that way |
| It’s ok, it’s ok It’s ok nigga. |
| I don’t need no friends. |
| I got money. |
| Hahaha |