🎵 Black Superman // by Lloyd Banks

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Mo’ Money in the Bank, Part Five: The Final Chapter - Gangreen Season Continues December 18, 2006
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3 ContributorsBlack Superman Lyrics [Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah You niggas know what time it is, man Money bring the hoes I always bring the flows (Come on) The foes bring out the [?] (Yeah) And then it goes [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'll get up In ya household Fuck ey'thing up a little then I'm out slow And I ain't worried 'bout the noise 'cause she out cold And I'm 'bout dough The same nigga from the intro to outro, hoe Black Superman, Chinchilla for a cape G-4 when I sore, back an' forth the tour, boy My reign is sumthin' you can't ignore And after The Rotten Apple you'll understand it more I'm a G-Unit nigga, nigga you know what it is Queens, South Side representative And when it's all over, you'll remember what I did Took a sixteen and flipped it into a crib The best puss' sing; can't you hear the chicks scream? My sounds good as money, a underground king (King) You can tell I'm doin' my thing by the ring I get it how I spit it, that stop and stare gleam [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo, Both] I don't handcuff no bitch (Handcuff no bitch) I care about everything but that bitch (But that bitch) You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch (Gunbutt that bitch!) It won't be no reward I don't love that bitch (Love that bitch) Fuck that bitch, nigga (Fuck that bitch) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) Black (Here!) Superman (We!) ridin' down (Gooooooooo!) on the [?] [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Now these hoes wanna holla They want the kid number (Oh) But didn't pick up when I dialed my pin numbers Now I'm a free man, the feds watch me (Yeah) Cause I'm filthy off a notebook and a sharpy Keyshia Cole, got my baby momma straight burin' my clothes She's tired of them hoes, pull up in a Rolls, pull up in a Ben "Ain't that nigga down with Banks and 50 Cent?" (Yeah) "Ain't that nigga down with Em and Dr. Dre?" (Break it down) Jackpot, bitch, I get pussy for free See what my life, Vegas on a fight night right by the ring next to Don King (Yeah) You don't like my raps? Fuck how you feel (Fuck you, nigga!) I bought a new crib off the ringtone deal (You dusty ass nigga) One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel C-Gutta blew trail, good luck on your appeal (Hold your head, nigga) See the niggas up North need pots and pans And them niggas in the streets need lots of grams, yeah, nigga [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Hot Rod] I don't handcuff no bitch (Handcuff no bitch) I care about everything but that bitch (But that bitch) You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch (Gunbutt that bitch!) It won't be no reward I don't love that bitch (Love that bitch) Fuck that bitch, nigga (Fuck that bitch) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) (Yeahhhhh) Black Superman ridin' (Yeahhh) down on the [?] [Verse 3: Hot Rod] Look, I don't trust a bitch (Yeah) I don't cuff a bitch (Yeah) I rest my money, so I cuff my chips (Yeah) When I lean in the whip (Uh-huh) Then I lean to the strip (Ok) Ten G's for the kicks, run G on the chicks, yeah (Wooo) These hoes might be fine but think about it, the best ones we call 'em dimes, look (Look) Fuck ten cents, I need ten mill (Uh-huh) It's somethin' on my neck that'll change the windshield (Yeah) Soon as you get the coupe, divorce the roof (Uh-huh) Turn the shit into a drop, watch the chickens flock (Hahaha) These hoes only worth a few pops (Damn) You better strap up 'cause they will try to turn you to a pop [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I don't handcuff no bitch (Handcuff no bitch) I care about everything but that bitch (But that bitch) You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch (Gunbutt that bitch!) It won't be no reward I don't love that bitch (Love that bitch) Fuck that bitch, nigga (Fuck that bitch) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) I chase the money, the money bring the hoes (Money brings the hoes) Black Superman ridin' down on the [?]
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