Paroles de 'The Reason' par Lloyd Banks

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't... {SHIT IS CRAZY! }

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... {LLOYD BANK$! } you dooooon't... [scratches]

{Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

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I don't wanna the reason why... {CAN'T FORGET... } you dooooon't loooove me. {MONEY WRONG! }
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {DAMN! }
I don't wanna the reason why... {Y'ALL CAN'T STOP IT! } you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {"THISIS50.COM"! }
I don't wanna the reason why... you, you-you... [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - Throw up your double G's, they don't want no trouble please
Tooly in my dungaree's, I'm moody when it come to cheese.
Puttin' up the summer keys to cop another couple V's
Category comfort. - Puffin' on different color trees.
Hammers with the rubber sleeves, scramble when you come from Queens,
Gamble till you ass bet. - Assets and bundle dreams!
Swag probably? Cavale? I'm all about a Benji
Billion Dollar day dreams - girls flockin' a frenzy. [scream]
In my Bentley! - The gold digger see me and see Fendi;
Blue? - I see through 'em, I'm a gone - like a Hemmy!
Remy Martin with the Coke, got me on a slippery slope
Respect me cause if you don't, I won't help him. - He'll be smoked!
Catch me somewhere on the boat, yellow gold canary rope
Stretchin' out your shorty puss' pokin' out your shorty throat.
I'm a fiend for success, yes! An addict for the wealth
Save a nigga the jailtime you bought a 'matic yourself. [echoes]

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. [scratches]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I don't wanna the reason why... you, you-you...

[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - What I do for a nigga that don't do for himself?
I never mind 'em! - Fish tail or Coupe on a belt.
Momma's diamond, I flew from the stoop to the shelf,
Now it's everythin designer Louis shoes and I felt.
One of my homies told me he ain't really stressin' if he live a lot,
A couple weeks later - he's government candlelit the block.
Little niggas pitchin' rock. - And their little sister hot!
Cause it ain't no "Mr. Home" - public assistance drop!
I'm walkin' anywhere, pick a spot, I be there
Nigga reconcile the mommies won't slide me in.
Cartridges and Cardier. - It ain't cool to party here
You gon' need a army Tommy-gun - and survival gear.
Hate me? - I don't care! Catch me at the bank, (uh!)
Presidential roll up especially out the tank!
Niggaz hoppin' hood to hood they ain' even in one set,
I spot a cow from a mile, I ain't missed one yet! - Yep!

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {THEY CAN'T STOP IT! }
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {"SHADYVILLE.BIZ"! }
I don't wanna the reason why... {"COLD CORMER"! } you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {"HALLOWEEN HAVOC"! }
I don't wanna the reason why... {"PLK"! } you, you-you... {LLOYD BANk$! } [blast] [beat stops]