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When The Chips Are Down Lyrics

Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: The Hunger For More

[Lloyd Banks]

Yee! [laughs]

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down

[Voice in beat]

Downâ‚¬
The paint is peelinâ‚¬â„¢
Nowâ‚¬
When the chips are down
Downâ‚¬
You gotta lose all feelin
Nowâ‚¬
Your head goes round nâ‚¬â„¢ round

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ainâ‚¬â„¢t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
Itâ‚¬â„¢s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggasâ‚¬â„¢ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
Iâ‚¬â„¢m the new nigga the others canâ‚¬â„¢t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me itâ‚¬â„¢s the steel I pop
Iâ‚¬â„¢m on my grind so if you thought I chill, Iâ‚¬â„¢m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: The Game]

Banks they think Iâ‚¬â„¢m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
Iâ‚¬â„¢m signed to the Doctor I ainâ‚¬â„¢t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , Iâ‚¬â„¢m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidinâ‚¬â„¢ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitinâ‚¬â„¢ for a statementâ‚¬ (heart monitor beeps to flatline)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now Iâ‚¬â„¢m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And Iâ‚¬â„¢m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please donâ‚¬â„¢t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause Iâ‚¬â„¢m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
Iâ‚¬â„¢m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)â‚¬ broke nigga

[Chorus x2]

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