[Chorus] We can do whatever it is you want that you want to do Long as I can spend the whole night with you Hennessy sippin' (got me a bottle) Bacardi
what you want, you want dope, you want coke Order what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a 4 You feelin' hot and
you And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin
a toe-tag on your mark And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend You better watch where you heading [Chorus] I don't like you, you don
, state of mercy nigga You see me pop off nigga Ain't no peace talk, bitch ass nigga Fake gangsta nigga, you want to seem nigga (yeah) You don't seem
what up? (50 Cent) Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you, run four in the clip Get in the whip, it's a wrap (Lloyd
2X] You can say what you want about me As long as you don't get in the way of my money Cause all that talking shit to me played out Nigga keep bumping your gums you
get down (You want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) [Verse 2: Wacko] Whats
haters We drivin' Benzes you in a Navigators I know you seen my sales, I know you seen my green I know you seen the billboard I know you know my team
out in Sydney (uh-huh!) Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {HAHA! } 7-60 - you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank$! - You
to act like you don't know it me And shit, You know what I'm sayin'? I didn't put no tints on the motherfucker So you could see me nigga If I'm gonna
True Sellin Blow Them Bonivilles Turn To Bm'z(Whhhhhoo) Some Niggas Want To B Mike But Me I Want 2 B Him (Man Lookin Good Man) 4 Finger Rang Rope Chain
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
who want it you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up
with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin' we don't give a fuck Boy you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Look at my chick,
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her See you aint got enough bread
wanna drown in a climax of thunder I wanna be with the fools in the storm Do what you want and then die when you want to We're gonna walk on the blood
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) Little darling On the factory floor Sirens are wailing They are calling you like lovers They always want more