Chorus: Lloyd Bank$] These niggaz bluffin'! - Spine made of stuffin' We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing. (my way or nothing!) Now
just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my way
like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last time you're actions got me hot as my last rhyme you're options will either get put out greenwich or
****** **** ricochet, Cashis wick-a-way Slumped over, they gon? say, similar to J.F.K O.C. come and test my way I'ma ride to the death, do you rep that way
(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 hammer right
the times you've seen it you stabbed me should linked it revenge is mine, i need it, need a way out it's my f-cking life, let her find a way to stay
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 hammer
Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
got mtv cribs and mtv whips now watch me work my way on the mtv list mainstream pop quizz got the mvp piss smoke it away, products switch every 3 zips and my
if you my age or old as my pops I got something for new beef that come straight out the box Its nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock Doing laundry half naked folding my
at my broad, look at my car look at my crib than look at my yard now look at my ring but watch your eyes look at my chain you looking for God f-ck these
it cost? What Zero in on my zero's and cough up *fifty* Go 'head, let it out It's ok to look as stupid as you sound, clown *Banks* I'm nothing like
my Heat in Miami on the beach with my niggas And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walking
see the way his head spin whenever I wear brown The game's fucked up if I sit down So I get up Strap my vest under my shirt, button my shit up Then roll
or die [50 Cent:] Come on and give it to me baby [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Its gotta be something about the way I'm dressing or the way I move That
