, so give a nigga love Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up With these wannabe Lloyd Banks
digits pass five leave no evidence to witness now witness the bad guy i show out and bring the bow out hennessey and dro out the yachts float out, the coups roll out
rims stay gleamin, i'm shinin mayn I teach ya how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, I hurt ya mayn I teach ya how to stunt [Verse 2-Lloyd Banks
just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks
bring that gangbangin shit around my son Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks
'ma come out And Kill 'em Hit the brerak down [Verse I:] Time to separate the men from the boys Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds
anywhere You paranoid, what's the reason for that? Scared in the barbershop chair, with heat in your lap I drag you out in the desert, freeze you in fact Pulp trees run out
thing, yall niggaz might blow I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a
don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
now the gotta go back home [Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted G-Unit sneakers I already figured out
God Damn, Hundred Gram, Dope Man Maybach, Flow Benz, Sun Roof, Open Spider With Me Loccin', Cali Buds, Smokin' S & 97, Eastside, Nigga Fasho Man [Lloyd Banks
on the game I have you riding Bentely, put you off the train Strike a pose, take aim not to put you out the frame [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Ugh
[feat. Pusha T] [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Lately I've been practicing my
[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks] G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah) Supposed to have your gun 'round you And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die Got it down