Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped love fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks Californias where I'm
Verse 3 : Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm
now I does accounts Sstill keep it hood aint no half way shit Can do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what
Then I am gonna move back the covers Then I am gonna move back the sheets Then I am gonna lick it Then I am gonna kiss it Then I am gonna let you back
whenever 50 around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I
[Intro] I know that sooner (sooner) Or later (or later) I'm going to meet my maker [Lloyd Banks] I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his
pay my dues, now it's back to ballin the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em I'm back performing, I bag em break their back, don't call em
for the H K I don't play bitch Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't move me I squeeze till I
is different now a nigga rich, I will get a nigga hit You fuck with me, I get you killed, you think I won't, I think I will I blow a mil and get it back
[50 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
she even 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
I don't know If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck
stop til I'm old and grey I'ma drop in the M.I.A, pop when I'm on my stay Shop and I'm on my way, first class to the A I gotta show later today, theres
clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get
stick I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face Catch Banks in a truck full of bass Remember I'm a
scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot You put pressure on me when you compare me to 'Pac I'm just a new kid, I can't help that I'm hot What little
a lawyer Condom packin' a bitch and I'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, who the hell you thought it was? I got expensive habits, I can't afford it
you wanna do I'll take your mind off whatever you going through Just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax, I'm hood But that don't mean I ride