Lloyd Banks Album

(feat. 50 Cent)

Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch
G-Unit

[50 chorus]
When I come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[Verse Banks]
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him I took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzla
The drama is a part of the story that ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and blackbags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killa he softer than chinchilla
And ima gt see a 4 door wheela
Matta fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Fourty eyes on the prize now im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rimz
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spinz
What a way to double up im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet I aint gotta check it in

[50 chorus]
When I come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop sumthin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now im floored d's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldnt flush im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
Im new york citys pharoe
Ill have u starin down the barrell
You got em good get em its cool hit em

[50 chorus]
When I come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck are you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[Prodigy Verse]
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool I brought the whole hood with me
We had a gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got david and jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood its PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and hav got this shit vice gripped

[50 chorus]
When I come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[Lloyd Banks]
So you say you a gangsta, riiight
Are you really a rider, yeeaa
You dont take shit from no one, nooo
And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin dough, lets go

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even tho I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
My head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I aint runnin from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I aint tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
Im hood like butterholes and pissy elevators
I went from playin the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
bottom
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd banks]
I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I aint a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We dont tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks poppin out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
bottom
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, Im a fucking Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I dont cuddle, as soon as I get the nut im gone
Im in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid ridin by tryna blast me
Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the
bottom
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Whooooooooooooo.....

[Chorus]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
Rollin' out the piff, six after six
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Verse]
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
We in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams
The only niggaz in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out to France
Thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
Mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of ?? in my sock, I'm hot
If I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
All I got is the street, my word, my glock
These little niggaz emulatin' me know why
Know why, know why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Chorus]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
Rollin' out the piff, six after six
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Verse]
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
Hologram rims, a lotta Benjamins
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
Rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
Now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
Don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliq阤 is poppin'
Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooohhh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh

[Chorus]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
Rollin' out the piff, six after six
Hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Bridge]
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up
You and your clique get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up
If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..

Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!

(feat. 50 Cent)

[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
We rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
And u bound to hear it clap
U wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
Adn I been gone for the winter
But now a nigga back
To get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
And you muthafuckas lookin like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves
Follow wolves
Dont get moved by the tools
Battle wounds on ya shoes wait
Control ya hate
U aint ridin in dem 6s
(WHY?) cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
Im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

[50 Cent]
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad
I dont give a fuck
Its goin down like that
I done been through every hood
Dead niggas gone rap
In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I dont complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit gallamas
I conversate wit killas its usually about life
Politic wit lawness its usually about white
Im da poster child of violence
Im the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster

Yeah listen up chicko
I hustle I get dough
U fuckin wit a sicko
I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental
Beam to ya temple
I squeez blow your mental
All ova ya friends

[Lloyd Banks]
Me im from the street
We aint nothin sweet
The home of the homies
Theres a body every week
Now I dont hear the sirens
But they prolly gonna creep
Plottin to pull me ova
Plant the CAKE in my jeep
So ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
Cant a muthafucka breathin tell me I cant eat
Show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
Niggas slow down pump ya breaks

No mistakes
Cause the jakes
Run the plates
Then u headed up state
For rollin round wit a steak
Niggas start up the beef
And run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga
The cupCAKE of the block
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
Round here niggas get found upside down
Ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
It's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
I know a couple different ways I can make 'um bone
And when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
Give me a hour I have her blowin' up my phone
Like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
Million dollar nigga I get it and show off
But Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
Holster, all over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly
Southside player play around and get shot
Twenty four hours steak out on your block
Don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
From what I hear niggaz don't like me
It's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
You bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
The money, they made a nigga all icey
Four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
Boulevard king over known in Beijing
Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
Sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
Murder is forever don't fuck around once
Bottle after bottle I down 'um till i'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
Grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
First nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets it, i'm done, one..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
Whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
Use your money don't let your money use you
I got a cruise view, you know the usual
My life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
You get outta pocket I play soccer with your head
And that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
Nigga I done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
I left somethin' on her when I seen her
And she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
She will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
And she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
If you lookin' for a mack I fit the description
Chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
Back blockin' nigga I get it and i'm good
I'm hood, livin' life like you should..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means I don't play by the rules
But I can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so I ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz I ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know I got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Outro]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...

(feat. 50 Cent)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I
said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I
said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands
Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Ha ha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I
said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I
said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands
Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery

[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I
said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I
said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands
Up!)

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up,
put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)

Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

(feat. Keri Hilson)

[verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ey, excuse me miss you must be some kind of a model
Enough to make a shopper run out of the carlo
Enough to make a weak nigga go mano y mano
Guess what I'm strong as rum outta the bottle
God bless you when he made me
I mean he blessed me when he made you
I got a little game too
They know me everywhere I go
Thats what fame do
But we can keep it on the low
Whats your name boo
You stuck in your ways but I know how to change you range you
Tell you things like you're my angel
Theres no rules when it come to this
Write down your number miss
They call me banks
My goverment is chris
They feel me in the burbs
Love me in the bricks
Four inch lips on a buggy six
First class trips and the bubblies crys
I work so hard to live like this

[chorus: Keri Hilson]
My past made me so weak but
You make me stronger
Cause everything was upside down
Now I'm right back where I belong
Help I think cupid got me
Shot me all over my body
I think I'm loosin my cool
Cause I'm doin things I don't do

[verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah I got her
She hopped in the ride so I can holla
My favorite girl outside of my impala
I ain't goin sell you a dream I don't gotta
You can walk around in the street with no colla
I pick up all these ?? speaks that don't bother
The innocent role aint workin, work harder
I ain't tryna lock you down, I'm no father
But maybe we can go further if you just listen
It's hard as hell for a man in my position
To pick a good girl up you gotta know the difference
I wonder if there's even one in existence
Enough to keep my attention to go the distance
Now imma have to look hard to find a better one
Cause you sex is a 187 hun
You got a nigga doin shit I aint neva done
So now even when I'm on tour I let her come

[chorus: keri hilson]
My past made me so weak but
You make me stronger
Cause everything was upside down
Now I'm right back where I belong
Help I think cupid got me
Shot me all over my body
I think I'm loosin my cool
Cause I'm doin things I don't do

[female:]
You not lot the ones I'm used to
I see us happy in our future
I'm givin you all I have
My heart my soul my back
Cause you are the only thing I need

[Lloyd Banks:]
I can be everything and more
Give you the feeling you can't ignore

[chorus: Keri Hilson]
My past made me so weak but (all them other guys)
You make me stronger (before you)
Cause everything was upside down (did me wrong)
Now I'm right back where I belong (so wrong)
Help I think cupid got me (i got you now)
Shot me all over my body
I think I'm loosin my cool
Cause I'm doin things I don't do

(feat. Musiq)

Yea GGGGGGG-Unit
[Musiq]
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

[Banks]
Uh man I think im addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here
Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
U know the names cause we tatooin em on
Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone

[Musiq]
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

[Banks]
Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right thats why they watchin me
As far as I can see its all mockery
And im tryna be all I can be
Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me
Pure poetry I got a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin me
Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
Yea I left a name all around the globe
Yet still southside I was brought up by the code (southside)
N I was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world dont turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
True u hear the struggle and the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed new york

[Musiq]
I think I gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

(feat. Rakim)

Uh, Uh, Yeah

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the Gung, Carter, Rugger
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbit
Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sound on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towl on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)]
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

(You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill)

(feat. Mobb Deep)

[Banks]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)

[Prodigy]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like I went hollywood
Like I dont keep it street like I aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like I dont really care
Cause I aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks Verse]
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya
Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
With somethin thats gonna swallow me

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like I went hollywood
Like I dont keep it street like I aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like I dont really care
Cause I aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Prodigy Verse]
My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
Ima boss I dont speak I just nod my head
And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
I got power and I will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby if I smack ya I might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up
Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like I went hollywood
Like I dont keep it street like I aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like I dont really care
Cause I aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks Verse]
Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that I came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me
Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like I went hollywood
Like I dont keep it street like I aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like I dont really care
Cause I aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks]
Yea [echoing] Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
Cause this is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yea [echoing] GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit

[Intro]
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll)
Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)

[Verse 1]
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner

[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)

[Verse 2]
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine

[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)

Yeaaaa..uhhh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check

[Verse 1]
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore I dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea I use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy I done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, I smoke, I put it down, im dope
Im on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since I came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore I aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait

[Verse 2]
And to the curtains close
Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like I own the roads
These niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause I can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait

[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since I came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore I aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait

Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Boyyyyyyyyyyyy

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
?? so they blow up the building

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
I roll up cause it's a hold up
Aint nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
Click clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro]
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...

[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
Bet if I don't get the ass, I'ma get the brain
Whether she knows or don't know what the scriptures sayin'
I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games
Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!)
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
A frozen hand on the metal when I whip the Range
I'm sittin' sideways, dazed and switchin' lanes
Theres a 60-inch plasma in the master room
And we can sleep the whole mornin and fuck the way to afternoon
I had a way with words since I had a half a moon
And I'm tourin' the world all winter, I'll be back in June
You ain't gotta handle a mop, or push back a broom
Theres Mays Fat, this where the paper with the papers at
Scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
Maybe thats why I look at shit like that.. (Yeah!)

[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as they ring shots I be on my way
MIA back to JFK

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Uh..
And its the same thing around the way
Just a lot more drama, you have to swing around the K
I never got the ones I wanted just the ones that wanted me
Look at her, she got the vapours cuz I'm on TV
Lookin' like a million dollars in that blue GT
And my Reeze and my blue EV's, bitch please
I have you feelin' like you hit the jackpot
Cuz my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
I have you hooked off, dick prank callin'your bitch
Going back and forth with your friends paintallin' my whip
Besides I done gave you the sign, you just wouldn't read it
Now you feelin' like Keyshia Cole and You Should've Cheated
So fucked up, I pay it to never mind
Mind on my money, money keep shit together, I'm
Probably goin' where you drove and lookin'
Listenin' to the radio and half way out of Brooklyn, good lookin'

[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK

[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]
I'm one night standin'... (You know how it goes...)
I've got to leave you girl... (I be here today... Goin' tomorrow...)
I'm one night standin'... (Uh!)
I've got to leave you girl (Haha... Pick me up yeah...)
I'm one night standin'...
Wish I could stay... But I gotta play....
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...

[Lloyd Banks]
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin with Black, then holla back

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey – holla back

[Chorus]

[8Ball]
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
What the fuck are they yellin?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch ouuuuut... yeah

Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit

[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 1]
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
Cuz if I dont watch mine another muthaphuka will
I went double but I still tuck the steel
Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin in a bag of D when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I aint never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
Cuz I know, they rather see my black ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property I aint gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball

[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 2]
I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the town
And if I dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleep
Fuck around and get ya head popped all over the street
And I aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a nigga have it
So I pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!

[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop