Don’t Switch

[Intro] I'm sorry, the person you are trying to reach has a voicemail box that has not been set-up yet Please try your call again later, goodbye [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why would you switch up? To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real Nigga don't bitch up Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still Why would pick up? There's nothing that we can talk about No way we can build, nigga don't switch up Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Yeah Came in this world alone prepare to leave that way, you heard Put in the work now you see I ain't get shit I don't deserve Young, cool, calm and mellow, out the ghetto I've emerged You said I'd never work, still love you though, despite these words Been watchin' tragedies, don't put condolences in order And your so called friends expect to see your bonuses support you Money ain't shit, I spend my darkest moments givin' all this And somewhere along the line the angels quit, 'cause there's a shortage And in the meantime I'm on point Worked on my [infra green line ?], broken buttons from these lines Long as I get to rewind, all 'em niggas like He shine Looking down on the moon like Elon, floating my weed bomb Hittin' you rodents with the de-con I'm out the loop and shit, tryin' to see what your rappin' passes I'm riding down with trash lids You fuckin' with your ad-libs Met a grace for you fall and the result's cracked ribs Advice they gave you ain't real The record label trap is [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo] Why would you switch up? To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real Nigga don't bitch up (Don't bitch up nigga) Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still Why would pick up? (I ain't pickin' up the phone for you nigga) There's nothing that we can talk about No way we can build, nigga don't switch up Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Ayo, murder in my DNA genetics got a killin' trait Curry brothers not the one [?], the one that moved away Fake friends with fake daps I hit 'em with that Will Smith, Chris Rock face slap If you ain't 50 don't hit my line If you ain't Banks don't hit my line I'm this dark room, me and my nine I called my name in my homie casket Sure the Church won't steal it And [?] stock for my bitches God made the poppy plant the rich nigga crop Rolex Daytona dash, a throwaway [?] Just me and girlfriend, riding like Pac I turn 40 too dope, the lil baby in the pot [?] just on the rose truck That's a half a mil' roll-off Shark bite, Jaws 3, roll up My weed come frome SpaceX Did the crate challenge in '96 with a G pack on me Baby 380 and a long clip [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo & Both] Why would you switch up? (Yeah, yeah) To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real Nigga don't bitch up (Don't bitch up nigga! Bitches) Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still Why would pick up? There's nothing that we can talk about No way we can build, nigga don't switch up Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I reach my peasant limit, fed up with it You know what that feels like? [?] Glock and Rosay pop, rolie rocking real right No [?] flippin, time is tickin, fuck being the chill type That still bites, thank God I'm alive and my motor skills tight Look how my stock rose, peace to the Phillies in Chicago All of the hoods keeping up with the kid before the follo Score with my eyes closed, the illest shit amongst the cosmos A 4 with hollows, imported bottles and forgiatos Recording convos, trucking on the potholes I had my [?] you fucking shit up [?] Y'all oah me all my bravos Receptions warm as [?] A verzes vs me [?] Keep the support system steady, [?] being famous is deadly [?] get buried My hall of fame speach is ready You getting more offers lately Prior engagements get peddy Back on my route celebratin' Tires smoking confetti [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why would you switch up To show who you really are as soon as the pressure Nigga don't bitch up Bunch of niggas that I don't fuck with calling me still Why would pick up There's nothing we can talk about No way we can build don't snitch up Playing two sides of the fench