Headache & Heartbreak - Lloyd Banks

Fool dumb as the last nigga that got at me

Shot up with bags of D

Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3

Turning my mileage in, the last time you’re seeing me back for free

Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically

Honestly, can’t nobody see me

I’m in stealth form, champion

Kept the belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for 'em

I don’t got the time to hate, let alone put the words together

At-ing niggas and never get at 'em, this is purging weather

Stack up on your surgeon cheddar

You’re rat and reptilian merged together

Folks know the fire, penned in disturbing letter

Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the road crumbling

Opps don’t got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering

Here’s the soundtrack for the riders, progress keeps the loads coming

Dollars won’t divide us, we’re back to the gold thugging

Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown 'em in stereo

Wonder what took so long to spot 'em, these clowns took over years ago

Think so we’re done, I lied, I lost my mind

Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind

Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind

Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re, you cross the don

Make one mistake then knock you off your throne

I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home

That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own

You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong

This time of year it’s hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red

Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head

Field kicking this shit for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg

Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled

They tell you foul shit about me, don’t deliver it

Lee on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it

Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment

Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain’t feeling shit

Anticipate reviews of my resume in the hottest summers

Look at what they push now, gimmicks and one hit wonders

Perform in an empty stu', fendi crew with the gun slid under

Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the son of thunder

Been here over nigga

So for stomping daily, snap a monster picture

Blue and black from New York City’s hardest hitter

Problem baby, born guerrilla

Panic charms a killer

Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered

Think so we’re done, lost my mind

Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind

Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind

Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re, you cross the don

Make one mistake then knock you off your throne

I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home

That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own

You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong