filled with: "Hey" I don't read, I don't read, I don't read [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Haters can't stand it But I'm G Unit branded Thats what I ride for
I'ma break 'fore I lay on the floor buried besides, every rapper ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin
don't know what the Scriptures saying I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name Lloyd Banks
you felt the way I feel I bet you'd be in as good a mood as I am but you don't so you just feel like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last time
my hand and I'll put together an armed force riding with Lloyds Banks, ha, I'm such a dark horse start it up, they don't wanna start war I studued up
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
I can bring the techs with me I gotta go 'cause I'm gettin' older, you niggaz ain't gettin over, G-Unit We got action where you don't Show up places
you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do Making decisions shorty good things don't
I can give you somethin' you can talk about I can turn this smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown I can take your girl until I turn her
don't get in the way Of my cheddar, man, 'cause I'm a drama setter I don't go looking for no trouble But somehow the trouble always finds me Don't make
turn your smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown I can take your girl until I turn her out Don't hold it in, let it all out I can give
Rompe, rompe, rompe, the way she move it ya lo Rompe, rompe, rompe, break it down Let'sss gooo G-UNIT!!! [Lloyd Banks] I move the crowd like when
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd
more, watchin' out for the law, coz of this pouch full of raw, i don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the whore, cause the first chance she get i
like a king, but he don't do a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold, don't want the jewelry He don't want the fame. don't want the loot,
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
