shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it, Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
like he a G But he don't wanna see me in the streets Niggas get capped up, smacked up and killed I like to do it gangsta style yea I do it for real I
never full of fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
breathe and you killing me Fall Back, I understand that you feeling me I ain't gotta attitude but I'ma flip if you don't give me room to move (Lloyd Banks
up under me dog And it feel like I done it before Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it
treat it like home It's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
My glock nine, my fo five My shotgun, Ill kill you nigga All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch My glock nine, my fo five My shotgun, Ill kill
his plan Same shit same snitch You know how it goes I smell a rat even if you take off my nose And i bet every quarter in your piggy bank Lloyd told
fucking album come out... and kill 'em! Hear the breakdown, Time to separate the men from the boys, Take it straight to the bank, call it Christopher Lloyd, Call it
barrel in your fith ya mouth jack 50 cent i said iam bout it bout it im bout it bout it i push the coupey you see in books i crowd around it hos drop
search the condo G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] I only been in the game for a year it
G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Lloyd Banks] It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks
i want is you now now that your gone, gone, gone (verse 2:) Cause being your friend was killing me softly Hear voices Wondering where I went wrong It
hear me dead broke or big willie - big voice bigger city {second verse] money dont make it easy, money make it hard, get smart you can get it, but it
kid shoplift in the store You should?ve listened before, something hot slipped in the door Name Banks, hard dicking your whore I?m too much for one borough, y?all can all get a piece of Lloyd
back And pay attention And follow me through volume three outta dimension Verse [Lloyd Banks] They don?t make niggas like they use to I?m living proof Making a killing
[Lloyd Banks] This when my pedal drops, everything stops pretty glittering watch you hear me doing my thing pops uh, hate my value like a 100 mil keep