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Featuring Lloyd Banks (Intro: Lloyd Banks) These niggas wanna see me, cause of the way I shine But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down (Hook) The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round (Verse: Lloyd Banks) Funny how the world revolves around my click Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit It's amazing the way the boy came up so quick But that platinum niggas will blow your brain out, shit I'm the new nigga the others can't stand The rubber band man, be god damned if I can Let another nigga feel my spot If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block (Hook x2) The paint is peeling, when the chips are down SongtexteYou gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round (Verse: The Game) Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement Nah, I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the matrix I'm signed to the doctor, and I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been Almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001, I was playing my PlayStation and You heard 9 shots, I'm faced down with my heart pacing All I could think about was had my guns and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement (Hook x2) The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round (Verse) Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone A year past now god did, and L gone And I'm sick, bought a chopper with a long clip, So think about that before you make ya songs, dick Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him, Cuz I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride Every strip block the projects is on my side A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke nigga (Hook x2) The paint is peeling, when the chips are down You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round Aus Songtexte Mania