Lloyd Banks › Lyrics › When the Chips Are Down

Yee!
These niggas wanna see me
'Cuz of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy to get mine
You get ya ass laid down

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Funny how the world revolves around my click
'Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have s***
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with

It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, s***
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubber band man be goddamned if I can

Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
Gon' stop lettin' that steering peel on the block, why not?

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the matrix
I’m signed to the doctor, I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift

Magazines wanna know where they f*** L.A been
It almost died in the same car sure got grazed in
2001 I was playin' my play-station
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing

All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin’ for a statement

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone

And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him
'Cause 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, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm, broke nigga

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round

Down
The paint is peelin’
Now
And when the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin'
Now
Your head goes round and round