Chorus: Lloyd Bank$] These niggaz bluffin'! - Spine made of stuffin' We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing. (my way or nothing!) Now
my sales, I know you seen my green I know you seen the billboard I know you know my team I'm a sucker free nigga all about my cash If you fuck with my
splattered, shit shattered, I'm a walking bitch magnet Spit it how I live it, live it all the way to the limit And I'm always on my pivot for my digits
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
or die [50 Cent:] Come on and give it to me baby [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Its gotta be something about the way I'm dressing or the way I move That
else around see Love the way you compliment my style Though you may end up bein' my only girl Cause when you're with me you're my whole world Like when
just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way
like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last time you're actions got me hot as my last rhyme you're options will either get put out greenwich or
****** **** ricochet, Cashis wick-a-way Slumped over, they gon? say, similar to J.F.K O.C. come and test my way I'ma ride to the death, do you rep that way
(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
the times you've seen it you stabbed me should linked it revenge is mine, i need it, need a way out it's my f-cking life, let her find a way to stay
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
Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks