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Lloyd Banks - Value of a Check (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fruition
Fruition
Producer
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Executive Producer

Lyrics

I'm puttin' the scratches on your bum-ass face You trippin', warned you, you had to make the mistakes Hey listen, hard to get in contact, revision Biggin' you up like you was holdin' me down You didn't Sometimes subtraction is the best addition When the vision's multiplyin', so does all the skepticism If I don't respect the judges, you can keep your recognition You ain't as good as you think, I'm givin' ego check and wisdom Anybody could be touched, I fetal that position For twenty, been cookin' up, I pushed the Beamer out the kitchen Everybody beating the cops, I need more opposition Honda my religion, magic out of composition, nigga My flow's RICO, to everything is Valentino I've killed a heathrow to move a hundred thousand free throw I found the cheat code, spend my luck around casinos I get the game a resume for a year The value of a check Dead silence, niggas wylin' for rent Ain't no homage, fuck your time on the set Hear the sirens, no rewind, no regrets What's worse? More money or life with the stress? Accomplishments get recognized with your death Who got the heat? No surprise, take a guess That'd be right switchin' sides with the left, uh Just take delivery, a proper burial of the blue moon You put words together perfectly, but ain't truth to 'em You want to be placed with the legends in the game, it's too soon They have a problem being by myself And getting a cool bloom, this shit on the tv, on cinema Mothersucker crack, crack you can't reach that feeling, they'd be feeling Mary Mary 'fore I to Cheech and Chong Dog, you in your own way, time that you redefine suffer Still get in my feet but I should peep around summers Sky's the limit for your boy, hopin' my demons flyin' under Everything you need is in the book that keep the blind dumber Shit while you limo shop, a frequent line jumper Fuck did the time go? It's like I just signed them condos Still in all black design though, you're a combo Don't let them fuck you up the surgical with it, Alonzo Bags of money only thing that's on my mind The value of a check Dead silence, niggas wylin' for rent Ain't no homage, fuck your time on the set Hear the sirens, no rewind, no regrets What's worse? money or life with the stress? Accomplishments get recognized with your death Who got the heat? No surprise, take a guess That'd be right, Switchin' sides with the left
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