Lloyd Banks — Gang Green Season lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Gang Green Season" by Lloyd Banks.

Lyrics

Walk up to yo' face sit; it’s South-Jamaican shit!
I’m a dog! — The hell with' a relationship!
I feel like if I make a commitment — I’ll be wastin' shit!
You can call me watchu wanna, I prefer stunna! (stunna!)
This is a spur brother — blue fur under. (yes!)
And this my 4th of summa (yes!) — Out come the tank tops,
It’s cherry-red, Marijuana green and cocaine drops. (YEAH!)
This is where the game stops
I’m from where you getcha car jacked, chain popped — all on the same block.
You know my name, Lloyd, Flint; Bank$ or Blue!
Over 2 million records sold, THANKS TO YOU! (thank you!)
You know how gangsta’s do move real quite like,
Just incase the shit shakin', somebody gon' die tonight!
Oops! — You can catch me and Buck in tha matchin' Lamb’s, (yeah!)
No big stack of money, just PLASTIC, DAMN!
Seen this right here?
Is that… G-Unit soouund!
You know how G-Unit get down!
Yeah!
'Ey!
My album… is everything; yours wasn’t!
You can pick that up…
July 18th!
«Rotten Apple»…
Yeah-ehe!
'Ey New York… STAND UP!
I’m gone!