Falsified

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I'm cruising by ya
Took Banks for granted, got you too used to fire
New provider, cross paths, I'll prolly dropped a few screws beside ya
New supplier, war while you working, shoot through your supervisor
Choose your roster, line 'em up for me, talent removes imposters
Moving trife, so fuck your snooze advice, show me one who's as nice
Excuse my vice
Don't play 'round with the veterans, you could lose your life
I'm future nice, I'm stepping on any, the bullshit you can write
New jewels are nice, never been in the negative, I've recouped it twice
My views are bright, exotic glue to light, you on the hookah pipe
From coup to flight, my second year at it, I had (?) spike
One of the last New Yorker top fivers, gotta salute me right
My favorite days are spooky nights, sneaker preferences usually Nike
Penalties for the wrong behavior, come meet the orchestrator
Dream of making it big, but forgot to add up the cost of paper
Too much trafficking from the city, ain't never talked to neighbors
Where superheroes turn bitch, like Schwarzenegger, nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I'm talking fly, I'm warning you, tell all your stories, walking by
There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside
Niggas change before your eyes, let 'em tell you, it's falsified
We won't ever stop making history, get it all for mine
I can gather my personalities and reinvent them all
Can't trust nobody, gotta lean against the wall
When help is needed always seem to get the call
Sounds crazy, but I'm more comfortable with me against the world

[Verse 2: Ransom]
See my pen and pad is a force of nature
I made my way from extorting neighbors to porcelain vases (Yes!)
I torch your favorites and scorch your playlists, of course you hate this (Of course!)
The cost of greatness got me lost in hatred
Wasn't taught the basics 'til I caught some cases (Woo!)
Was often gracious 'til I crossed the matrix
In foster homes with people I never trusted, but had my frosted flakes with (Damn!)
I can't relate with (Nah!), all of this fake shit, fradulent snakes hiss (Ss!)
My hustler's spirit caused me to break bricks
Carnivores in them corner stores (Let's go), so what you honor more?
Horror scores or the art of war (Which one?), who got the problem, lord?
There's no discussion, the flow disgusting, I blow percussions
No adjusting, spin a round at your head like a throw from Ruffin
No corruption, there's a war on the block when the soldiers hustling
Load the Russian, it's about to get rocky for those who's bluffing
Hope to trust them, but it's always too late when they cross the line
You're forced to hide 'cause every statement you making is falsified, nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I'm talking fly, I'm warning you, tell all your stories, walking by
There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside
Niggas change before your eyes, let 'em tell you, it's falsified
We won't ever stop making history, get it all for mine
I can gather my personalities and reinvent them all
Can't trust nobody, gotta lean against the wall
When help is needed always seem to get the call
Sounds crazy, but I'm more comfortable with me against the world

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, you speak my name, it parts the sky, then magic happens, sparks'll fly
My marksman eye, sees shit with bigger pictures, meet my darker side
Ya rep is geographical, home with two different parts collide
Friends with a psychopath or two, family'll make your heart divide
You ain't know what to do with fame, 'specially when the rumors came
I switched it up, you mirrored it, monkey see, monkey do the same
This ain't the match you really want, pull up and see that Blue is flame
Meet your molars with E pounds of pressure, you'll never chew the same
Karma's a boomerang, bet it all I'ma do my thang
Hit 47's up, artillery out of the cougar lane
Rapping lord with the catalog, Phantom can pick in threes
Stay alert from the sneaky thieves, deep pockets and sticky sneeds
There's perks that come with being a stand up nigga, you get the knees
Don't want a motherfucker near me, bystanders don't get to sneeze
To be honest this shit's a breeze, did my shit in two different leagues
Mine is somebody's bidness, still separation is six degrees

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I'm talking fly, I'm warning you, tell all your stories, walking by
There ain't no more love to give you, my heart is crossed inside
Niggas change before your eyes, let 'em tell you, it's falsified
We won't ever stop making history, get it all for mine
I can gather my personalities and reinvent them all
Can't trust nobody, gotta lean against the wall
When help is needed always seem to get the call
Sounds crazy, but I'm more comfortable with me against the world