or
Lloyd Banks

Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
Check Check

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
I'm a rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want
Don't ya?, This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm 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 you'll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who hold New York down
Yea I use to buy Knick's, ten years later
Now I'm super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till I'm 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 don't 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, I'm dope
I'm on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rot
This apple jacks, way long before the platinum 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
I'm a bomb on these niggas till they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
A lot of shit has changed since I came
Y'all done came around here fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungrier than a motherfucka' man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you ain't gettin' from me you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'm a lean on you till you make a mistake
I can't wait

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, that's why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
I'm 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
I'm on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
N-Y-P-D grind, why?, it ain't a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine I'm a feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin' your mural
For tryin' to be a motherfuckin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I can't wait

[Chorus]

Ha ha ha
Yea, ugh, G,G,G,G,G-Unit
Boy

Written by LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES / POLO, JACK / ROGERS, PETER
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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