Текст песни Lloyd Banks - It Ain't a Secret (Fat Joe D Block Game Diss)

(Chorus)-Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I dont agree with
and it aint a secret
everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me
nigga I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
and you can have it

(Verse1)-This here make ya piss in ya sweats
you know me michell and Ness, Smithin and Wess, Pistol and vest
I take ya life with a sound i got the whistle of death
ya boy flow put the crystal in meth
take the listeners breath
you won't believe what they do for cock
I hit the telly thrash
and slide off before the rooster crock
pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac
don't mingle around niggas shoot off the roof alot
Fuck rattin every tooth is locked
and you cooperating
helping em damn near recruit the block
Im blowing heavy on the sofa with the dessi
just incase a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack
Id rather throw some at you then get my shit blew back
this is hardcore pitbull rap right out the track
The hood a bring the bitch out for ya
man I get the gwop
my money flip like fish out water(Yeah)

(Chorus)-Lately Iv'e been hearing alot of things that I dont agree with
and it aint a secret
everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss
what makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my name out like ya know me
nigga I ain't cha homie
I got a 4 pound on me
and you can have it

(verse2)-Im starting to feel like I got it all sewn up
I helped raise a few of these niggas
now they think they all grown up
see these D.V.D G's is pissed off behind the scenes
spoon fed niggas
clique soft as lima beans
to be real I dont know why im even trippin
cuz we runnin shit
like diarhea drippin
the breads long the pipe big
so Im comfortabe enough to got to court in my pj's like mike did

I move around with the set long madley(that's not right)
so chill cuz you can't block those wit Shawn brdaley
im a still be here when D-block flops
I got more cash than them in my rebook box
I brighten up the picture i shine bright
standing in my way the only way to be in the lime light
im lazy when i hit and run
which means you gon get to cum
even if you dont get to come

verse 3
niggaz stiff when i pass cuz im on a spaceship on wheels
fresh to def, look dude couldnt slip on pills
and you a bitch, all you gotta do is slip on heels
hatin on me cuz the house on the cliff cost mils
i put pressure on ya, give ya clique boys chills
bet there wont be no more songs when the (six saw?) spills
i get the bills, a young black entrepa-nigga
strapped wit a vest armed wit a trigga
my bunny got a twin tag-a-long, the bitch is a quarter
i dont mind to split 'em up, blood's thicka than water
so i capture all the episodes on the cam corder
she lick it off her stomach right after i blam on her
i turn the corner with the mack daddy limp
young supa fly black larry flint in the (?)
i thought about clappin joe, but why hit 'em wit the iron
he one big mac away from dyin

(Chorus)