When The Chips Are Down Lyrics

(Intro: Lloyd Banks)
These niggas wanna see me, cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass
lay down

(Hook)
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and
round

(Verse: Lloyd Banks)
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit
It's amazing the way the boy came up so quick
But that platinum niggas will blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
The rubber band man, be god damned if I can
Let another nigga feel my spot
If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not
Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block

(Hook x2)
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and
round

(Verse: The Game)
Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, and I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift
Magazines wanna know, where the f*ck L.A. been Almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001, I was playing my PlayStation and
You heard 9 shots, I'm faced down with my heart pacing
All I could think about was had my guns and my drugs in
the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement

(Hook x2)
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and
round

(Verse)
Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone
Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone
A year past now god did, and L gone
And I’m sick, bought a chopper with a long clip,
So think about that before you make ya songs, dick
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him,
Cuz 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 the projects is on my side
A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm
Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke
nigga

(Hook x2)
The paint is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and
round

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