I aint ya normal, I'm on my shit terrific I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket Big baller call you I hope it's on you Lord knows a nigga push me I
you I was gon be splitting, you don't think I mean it meant it, everything I got, f-ck you ain't no secret no apologies you keep it now that I'm doing
can't see, baby I'm in money waist deep you should f-ck with me, I'mma be that n-gga how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger f-ck the awards,
if you feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Clowny time
heads with me I know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You know you don't want it with me [Lloyd Banks] Fuck that I'm
it cheaper Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga [Lloyd Banks] Ya if I put
I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two months but Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit, had niggas like 'Huh' Don't try to front, I
Green, riddle me that Lloyd Banks Im on the Road blowin Grade A Hayes Young Buck Dont be mad at me dogg this all I know is to show these ??? how it
Some people call it me I call it amnesia Live my life principal driven never bite to have that feature Never mind all the haters fuck 'em all let them die slow All I
problem See you later I read your head, you be a Robin I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin' You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin' I
I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell 'em
is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's about when the ruger clap, is rufus back I see
is back I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus back I see
plaques Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I
I made you I made you I made you I made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you Yes, I Made you Mr. Potato Head I Made you! I Made you I Made You! Mr. Potato
how I get, I'm still on that bullshit, nigga, nigga [Tony Yayo] I run around with the trey (body) pound like its a sport And call my name in the bench, while I
gave me head...i fucked yo girl From Time to time i hate to tell u that yo bitch b mineeee (Lloyd Banks) If u hearin i fucked yo girl i prolly did had
money and my lawer fees i be alright I aint no pussy I aint no punk niggas know bout me And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see I