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Warrior Part 2
Lloyd Banks
It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he don't rule a thing
He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He don't want the fame dont want the loot he's in this for a sport
Runnin suckaz with the competition round the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin for it
And you can't 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 can't 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
[Chorus This is the story of a warrior you know you know it
True warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't nuttin to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz
I'm doin about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckaz gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game
[Verse 2 He's straight outta the neighborhood but niggaz hate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him was a big mistake
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a nigga's gate
He won't surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Cause he horrendous when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
GWhen you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
[Chorus
This is the story of a warrior you know you know it
True warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't nuttin to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz
I'm doin about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckaz gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game
[Verse 3 He's no magician man the kid makes somethin' out of nothin'
So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe 'em somethin
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to fuck 'em
He's been tryin to help 'em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they're makin 'em love 'em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he ain't change since these niggaz buggin
He pull a clip everythin niggaz try to buck him
Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we ain't tuck em
Try to catch 'em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him
[Chorus This is the story of a warrior you know you know it
True warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't nuttin to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz
I'm doin about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Money, power and respect in this rap game
Don't give a fuck about you suckaz gotta maintain
[Nate Dogg]
I can give you somethin you can talk about
I can turn this smile upside down
You ain't no GI can take your girl until I turn her out
I can give you fuckin somethin to be mad about
The bootey layed all out
With my DNA all in her mouthAnd buy her rings and I back out
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