Letras Angel Dust - Lloyd Banks

Angel Dust

Feel the rush from this dust\nNigga this corner’s us\n(that's why nobody fucks with you)\nFuck the cops and their cuffs\nIn the ruger we trust\n(and ain’t no man above the crew)\nIm countin' This dough before and after they chose\n(Thats what im accustomed to)\nYou follow the codes or they take you down in the hole\n(the only one they should trust is you)\nAye!\nMind you fucking business\nDon’t get poked poking your nose in\nI’m blowing up, rock’s illuminate\nFrom my explosion\nIm the sho-gun! Sho nuff\nSuck a clip bow down to no one! You know us, So Cut the shit\nI’ll cut yo penny pinchin' lifespan\nNo sleep losing anotha henny sippin night fam\nSo Keep it movin, diamonds blinding mr. iceman\nHe reach I’ll? em Make a movie out this nice lamb\nHannibal movements\nI Ha Ha Harr I’ll let the drummer do a number on you\nHorrible photo how the flow go make the homi’s jump\nAnother title for stripping equip Gennady’s punch\nCush the competition how im hittin like a shotty dump\nThank you’s comin' low haters hollerin that’s consistency\nWaste of argument, paper following cracking history\nTiming prominent now im bombing shit back convincingly\nEvery? Gone miserable, terrifying mystery, uh\nFeel the rush from this dust\nNigga this corner’s us\n(that's why nobody fucks with you)\nFuck the cops and their cuffs\nIn the ruger we trust\n(and ain’t no man above the crew)\nIm countin' This dough before and after they chose\n(Thats what im accustomed to)\nYou follow the codes or they take you down in the hole\n(the only one they should trust is you)\nUh\nTell em bout' the exit my turns a drop for leverage feelings hangin built and\nstayin' alive they claiming not connected\nMy Tippin' hand is excellent bout 70 rhymes per record and my wordplay can be\nmagic heavenly styles you should mess with\nI got killas on the lay low, they peel ya if i say so\nCertified sicko’s, wit charges like diego\nThe fuck wit all that he say, mind ya own name on the pay roll\nTake shit over more than able golden cables hold the charm\nCoppers got his plan to cage you gave you days to spend alarmed\nGift in the one man army i put this tape out on the arm\nRan all out of favors came up poppin loft n gators, 19 shot right up there with\nthe greatest\nI been talkin' to my og and he told me break ya neck, i serve up any nigga\nspittin now who wanna take that bet?\nI got 200 on the dash anotha' hunnid begets\nWe already got the money now we comin' for respect nigga\nFeel the rush from this dust\nNigga this corner’s us\n(that's why nobody fucks with you)\nFuck the cops and their cuffs\nIn the ruger we trust\n(and ain’t no man above the crew)\nIm countin' This dough before and after they chose\n(Thats what im accustomed to)\nYou follow the codes or they take you down in the hole\n(the only one they should trust is you)