Pump Pump Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
80's baby, product of the era with the stem
I got a core don't need no raps from no rapper, got that from Em'
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Winnin’, you neva lost, dumb n*gga, you lack within
Corny n*gga's shakin’ in they slims on live radio
Kill ‘em on my lonely, corny, 45, [?] flow
Figure four feet, Louie sneaks with the navy sole
Potent tags for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold
Uh! I’m kickin’ b*tches out with style
Never talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd
sh*t i'm tired of pitchin', hit the strippers with a thou’ like.. BOW! Check out my player lifestyle
They know I mean it, caught on quick, ain't gotta say it twice now
I hit the ink and drop — , it hit and bring my lifestyle
Ain’t nobody seein’ me, all I see is (seize) opportunity
Pain, power and passion, pourin’ out me since puberty
Aye, yo, you don’t want the glory? [ ? ] my community
Flyin’ border you saw me, shawty with all of my jewellery
Callin’ me usually, 40 ‘s go to the family, yo
Somethin’ in the water, goons will kill you for a cameo
Where the money go, the candy go
Understand me though
Bunch of models up, you got everyone on your camera roll
[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
I’m in the club, got them killa' n*ggas with me
I need 50… bottles, 50 models as thick as Nicki
Southside in the club with me
And my n*gga Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's
The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14
Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown
Got the beam on the strap when I swing round
DaVinci down, my belt H-Town
Hermed sh*t, hold the tray down
I used to move work on a greyhound
In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat , 62 all up in the ass crack
I flipped that, then I call my connect back
My baby gotta eat, I need Similac
Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
f*ck what I been through, yeah I’m goin’ through it, and no-one do it better though
And everything in my past, I had to let it go
From my arrest raids up until my essays
Let’s just say my n*gga', my debt's paid
There's one stage and one mic
But the money still green and the bricks white
Check in muthaf*ckers while I take flight
I never seen nothin' money can't make right
No manager, been managing my own
Nanna callin’ my phone and the damage is gone
This sh*t crazy, too late cuz the camera’s on
This sh*t amazing, rappers get the stamina goin'
You get the line? Talkin’ bout the shells that they buyin’
And the jets that they flyin’, he ain’t neva got a dime like me
The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ain’t you and the partner we see