The Pulse Lyrics & Tabs by Lloyd Banks
The Pulse
guitar chords lyrics
Still don't nothing move but the mula, A-Bomb (er) with my timer
Share my views with the jeweler
Gym star, cut off your tubes, who wanna scuba
Dive in these water, piranha'll chew through ya
Might chase straight to the lamb, skip the scooter
"Boogie' Nights" days, Hood in my hand iliftin' Buddha
Just a light phase, loner in this world you can all freeze
Beat it with yo' small keys, I leave em when I cross seas
Stylin saying what I want, I got the right to
I hear the talk, but bet that money comin' in a cycle
Smack a hater with my off hand, cold as an orphan
Kill me, you gotta kill the niggas holdin' up my coffin
And I'm flossing, Ain't no trappin me, wide as abortions
Get up off him, and realize that we just talking
In my truck Benz, Camera Park lens with the stock rims
And I'm flossing, Ain't no trappin me, wide as abortions
Get up off him, and realize that we just talking
In my truck Benz, Camera Park lens with the stock rims
Hit the pedal with my dark timbs, make the car spin
We ain't never had shit so everyday a holiday
Holdin' like a Brink truck, change like I got away
Fuck em all all night, but they don't get the time of day
Big ol' diamonds out to play, kill em, I'm behind the K
Talent & a dream, I'm a will of the come
Don't care where they from, None em niggas iller then son
I'm peeling for fun, Rapping sour feeling in some
They dealing with crumbs, my cult followings in the slums
I ain't a breath of fresh air, I'm a hammer to the solar plex
Holding up the city, damn I need a shoulder stretch
Brick full of gold already, working on the boulder next
They awesome when they talking, Bin Laden when it happened
I'm swagging, big body draggin' through Manhattan
Yeah I'm independent but I'm living like I'm platinum
What happened? Your paper fabricating through your rapping
And I money bag draggin', player, hater, grab aspirin
You slacking, here's a heat streak you've never seen
Heating adds fuel to the fire, fool you the kerosene
Needle in my body, I'm forever Queens
Ghetto nigga, truth filled boots in my leather Queen
Heading green and meddling, my cheddar scream
Loud as a rape victim, I'm picking off your petty team
My style a loaded magazine, infrareded beam
Lean, just a lil to the left, let' er check my fresh!
