Lyrics Fall Back - Lloyd Banks

Fall Back

Fall back
I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me
Fall Back
I understand that ya feelin me
Fall back
I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move
Uh,
I gotta stay on the move…
So this cat got more spots than a leopard skin
The safes in the ceiling to stash drugs and weapons in
Nigga I’m just steppin in
Already got boxes full of money like that movie that Johnny Depp was in
I pop up and adapt and run
Cuz what comes around goes around faster than a Gatling gun
These broke niggas stay going to Manhattans fund
I’m on a Punta Cana shore with a Latin one
That could suck a beach ball thru a straw
Act like a chipmunk and put nuts in each one of her jaws
Homie, I’m just tryna teach yall how to score
It’s easy for me to pull a beef fall in the Source
And my dope send buyers from OT
They heard I got the same shit that caused Len Bias to OD
It’s the young nigga that inspire the OGs
In the H2 with thin tires and OZs
And yall got jewels but I doubt it’s the same shine
Mine look like the sun and moons out at the same time
Why worry bout the rumors that a broad dish
When I ride around with the same gun Travolta had in Swordfish
So fall back like you lost ya balance
I don’t wanna have to toss the talons
But you keep stylin
And I’ma have to let this sixteen squirt
And make ya white tee look like a Miskeen shirt, nigga
Fall back
I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me
Fall Back
I understand that ya feelin me
Fall back
I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move
Uh,
Ghetto Fab nigga
Sha Money, Whoo Kid, Lloyd Banks, lets get em!
How the fuck, hop out truck
Seven jeans, white truck
Range rover sittin on two-three's
Or in the 745 on the 105
Won’t be nodody in the ride but me
You can say anything you want about my business
Better hold ya tongue unless you witness
My life first hand, my joy my pain
Not just my music, and my name
Fall back
I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me
Fall Back
I understand that ya feelin me
Fall back
I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move
You can bet your bottom dollar…
If its ever a room that I’m tied up in
The armor throw bullets like Boomer Esiason
Give him a wound where his eyes been
And lift him off the ground, like a hot air balloon when its firin'
My game smooth as Mariah’s skin
But I’m popular, so I travel with the goons when I slide up in 'em
I’m blamed for the heat round my way
I made it without a Making of the Band or a Freestyle Friday
Why you wit him if ya troops don’t buck
I’ll have the coroner, wrappin you in plastic like a fruit roll-up
I get brain like every female in my paths intelligent
They take in more nuts than ya average elephant
They actin like they own slugs and armory
But if we bump heads, they’ll be talkin faster than Bone Thugs and Harmony
Theres names you can call me but broke ain’t one
I’m in the game for OJ run, my goal ain’t done
Go in the house with ya old grey gun
We got some big enough to be a cold days sun
And I’ve learned to overcome the new faces
I’m startin to heat up, so my dick get more tongue than shoe laces
You can catch me in the hood, couple G’s and them thanga thangs
High, cuz I go thru more trees than orangutans
You gon' make me put the clip in and pop ya
Ya horrible nigga I’d rather sit through a opera
Fall back
I’m tryna breathe and ya killin me
Fall Back
I understand that ya feelin me
Fall back
I ain’t got a attitude, but I’ma flip if ya don’t gimme room to move