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We Remain by Lloyd Banks from the Mixtape: V5

Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Yeah...

I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my dream.

Most the shit I love is lost through sickness and magazine.

Queens, Cali green, clean, panoramic beam.

Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can't be seen, mean.

Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen.

The kids see me and scream like I'm sellin' ice cream, dice king.

Gangster till I'm walkin' with a walker.

I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her.

You'll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks.

Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I'm everything that you ain't, uh.

Chinchilla killer, nigga splash me with the paint, he stomped.

Any club I'm in I'm conf', fuck the competition.

Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin'.

Listen I will not be locked down and you're on pussy prison.

And if you livin' like I'm livin' then you live it up.

Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don't give a fuck...

Bridge:

Now what it is, stayin' sucker free tryna live.

Kindness is, took for weakness, fuck 'em all, mind my biz.

Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello.

Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto...

Verse 2:

Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini.

When you see me it's a half a milli easy, rap need me.

I'm so fly, I'm so greasy, and my arm and ears are freezy.

Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini, haha...

Easy... fallaci in the 'cuzzi.

An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie.

Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I'm woozy.

Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci.

Nigga sue me, see me when I see ya.

When I shit as diarrhea, f-follow the leader.

Flip, I own a heater, I ain't for fakin' either.

White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever.

Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit.

That girl you with, broke her fuckin' neck when she saw the clique.

Real baller shit, holiday stuntin'.

I start my engine with a button close my door with a button, yeah...

Bridge:

Paper stackin' up so I don't need a thang

The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame

Other crews come and go, we remain

You can see them other niggaz, niggaz can't see the game...

Outro:

Nah...

This that V5...

Top five dead or alive...

Uh... Yeah...

Southside I see you...

Northside I see you...

Up top I see you...

Down South I see you...

G-G-G-G-G G-UNITTTT...!