When The Chips Are Down Lyrics

When The Chips Are Down lyrics

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