Barter with Barrels lyrics

by

Lloyd Banks


[Produced by Marley Marl]

[Intro]
Yo man I heard that you got some new rivals on the block. Small time thugs, working for big time thugs feel me?
I can break em' down in no time, show me where they are
(Driving sounds)
(That's The Way I Like It plays in the background)
Really??
I like disco!! So what?
Nothing....park here. I'll see ya later
Ok
(Car door slams)

[Verse]
Pull up on the block, park the car and get the hell out
Black jacket, ski mask, no way for witnesses to tell out
Put the chrome in the thug's mouth, "If you wanna live another day
Either run sh*t my way or the dead motherf*cker way
It's your choice, I don't give a f*ck if I live or die
You can shiver and cry, but it won't matter when I shoot your liver and sigh
I run this block, that block and every block after
Or I'll turn you into a ghost, b*tch made looking like Casper"
I shot a homeless man coming round to show I ain't playing
I ain't laying for rivals to walk on me so quit saying
I'm sorry, I'm sorry; I won't forget it please I'm sorry
You looking like an evil motherf*cker with shark teeth
"I want the car keys now, and when I come back, I better get mine"
The scared motherf*cker had to pull up his zip tie
He warned me that he'll do it but I'm messing with the wrong people
They're more evil, they devour prey like bald eagles
I smacked him in the nose, and I got into the Lincoln
I thought of spilling out his brains to see what he was truly thinking
No time for that, suspicious car, I pull out the chrome again
I just want to make money and then go be home by ten
Two shifty eyed people walking up to me funny
Asking me why I'm trying to barge into their money
I'm like look as*h*le I gotta make my cash flow
You run sh*t on my block? You gotta pay the tax, ho
They notice the pistol on me and started stuttering
Muttering some stupid sh*t and I notice the blood on their rings
They killed someone recently and stole it off they corpse
Read the paper last night and heard they fed it to a f*cking horse
Kill or be killed, I pulled the pistol out and shot em' both dead
Put em' in the trunk of my car, stole all of they bread
Chopped the bodies up, brought it to the meat factory
Free food for the poor and a bunch of f*cking cash for me
I dropped the hot sh*t off at the pawn shop
I picked up all of the cash when I saw cops
They pulled me to the corner, questioned me
Said they knew I run the block and it was best to see
That the smartest way to move was to make some friends
I thought sure, load em' up, grease their palms with lead
It was a bad day and I was irritable at best
Stole all the good sh*t, pawned it, and put the bodies to rest
At some hill somewhere, I forget where
At the end of the day, lookin' f*cked up so I get stares
Whatever, got some free cash
Walked upstairs in the slums, saw some PCP cats
Saying they would sell for pretty cheap
I thought "How the f*ck am I gonna let them sell in my city streets"
Threw the chrome again and forced my way inside
I told them not to sell off sh*t that they knew was mine
I controlled the market, so don't start sh*t
I put the chrome into their dome and threatened to puncture cartilage
Oh sh*t, the drug addict had a stroke
The way he looked when he died, it probably was the coke
I wiped away any trace of fingerprints, let it sink on it
Looks like an accident, looking forward to drink tonic
So f*ck it, I got some money, got into my pad and then I drank
Face planted on my bed like I felt dead and then I sank
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