album: Hunger for more (2004)
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Send "When The Chips Are Down (feat. The Game)" Ringtone to Cell

Yee! (laughs) 

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] 

These niggas wanna see me 
Cuz of the way I shine 
But it aint that easy 
To get mine 
You get ya ass laid down 

[Voice in beat] 

Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

Funny how the world revolves around my click 
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn) 
Me and my right hand share the same outfit 
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo) 
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick 
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap) 
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand 
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh) 
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? 

[Chorus x2] 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 

[Verse 2: GaMe] 

Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah 
I borrowed his gunits 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 fuck L.A. been 
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 
2001 I was playin my playstation 
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…(heart monitor beeps to flatline) 

[Chorus] 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] 

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 (dick) 
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh) 
Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win 
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride) 
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side 
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms) 
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)…broke nigga 

[Chorus x2] 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 
Down… 
The paint is peelin’ 
Now… 
When the chips are down 
Down… 
You kinda lose all feelin 
Now… 
Your head goes round n’ round 

 

Send "When The Chips Are Down (feat. The Game)" Ringtone to Cell