Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am Legend, artist - Lloyd Banks. Album song Pow Radio Pt. 10: Drug Users Handbook, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2008
Record label: Starz
Song language: English
I Am Legend |
Back With A vegence minus the |
Big pendants till the think my head |
Big but I got the same coat affendants |
And rap is like tennis (why) a bunch |
A back and forth my ratchets my racket |
That’ll back em off, off with a hater |
Head bury em still breathin six feet |
In his own burough for no reason now |
That is freezing I figured I’d put the |
Coupes up get two trucks with smokey gray and |
Blue guts a few bucks to get you but juice up |
Or ride around with the roof up cause if not |
They snatch you right outta there marks on |
Ya outer layer I’ll lay ya down plus I’m |
Bout it player I get were I’m goin without |
A favor without politics tricks a feed pass |
I need cash with seats fast with me I gotta |
Eat I am a don with my feat I don’t know what |
Song it is but I have always liked the beat |
So therfore it’s mine or eat, eat my lamborghini |
Dust niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can |
Trust till it’s a slammer in them cuffs |
I am legend I make mixtape heaven ya peasent |
You don’t wanna be the 187 ya done I break bread into |
Some so in the winter I come the swith siders won’t work |
I tell em get em from them your never sick of this |
Your related christmas gift the hating don’t get the |
Chris paper won’t get you this my balance is rediculous |
These old niggas frivolous you can’t be serious they all |
On they periods might as well make them bleed all over |
They tight clothing I pop shit metal despite logan a whole |
Lyric explosin they can play the club all the time nobody |
Knows him but me on the other hand 3 to 7 lawsuits are open I’m |
Smoking nigga New York city ain’t joking my flow |
Poten stronger then a pure block warlock attitude like |
I’m the one your not 1964 drop 1982 boy 2009 style you |
Outta the blind now well the best what over my gold casket |
Fatherless child bastard if there is a requirment test |
Then I’ve past it with flying colors flying spurring damn near |
All rim no rubber I’m in take cover I been where many won’t go |
You won’t blow tour the world and going back also middle |
Finger popo they punks behind a badge watch ya back don’t |
Eat cheese chunks I’m not a rat keep pumps and nines packed |
Or get line backed flat line, line em up we balling in diamond |
Up I’m all in and out a slut nigga get your dollars up ya proud |
Of what nigga ya pouted up! |