
(Chorus) My bandana, youre my star Youre my moon, my guitar We dont know, where we are Still we stand (Verse 1: Maino) They say people like me end up dead or in a jail cell No food, had to eat off of crack sales Before you start to judge me for my life style Put your self in the shoes of a black male Whats my chances of getting out of poverty Its my god given right to pull a robbery Society labels me a misfitta But in the streets, Im looked at as a real nigga My bandana in my right hand I fold it up and tie it around my own head They dont understand, why I keep a rag Why its hanging out the back of my pants Man I keep one, maybe 2 or 3 Represents where a come from, its a G thing Salute all the young boys and O.Gs Every thug in the country knows me (Chorus) My bandana, youre my star Youre my moon, my guitar Youre my rock, Im your roll Youre my body, Im your soul (Verse 2: Lloyd Banks) I keep a rag cause you never know, bandana on my face Why let it show, in case you got to let it go Any way im more then good From queens to foreign hoods Hood star touch the block like the man in office could My bandana passed down from my sons and brotha Gone before he turned 21 gun salute Biggie out the coupe while i shoot Up and down the block, think how to get all of them They dont see a celebrity they see a set up Plottin to knock you down before you get up You talk, live it, just left my homie came home to visit Revisiting good times back before he did it We keep the weed goin, and pop <b>...</b>
Maino
Lloyd Banks
My Bandana
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