King/Do My Thing

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah, we back Southside on top, two G's up, Green Gang fame This where my peddle drops, everything stops Pretty glitter ring, watch Hear me doin my thing, pops Hah, hate my value like I'm hundred mill Keep it trill all day Clear the way, cause I come to kill [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Green The next thing outta Queens, nothin' you have ever seen I give a boy a bullet, take a bullet for my team I ain't gon' be nothin', baby, I'mma be a king Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing Yeah, I'mma do my thing, baby, watch me do my thing They know I'm worth them M's, I'm still out here with my bling Dirty than a motherfucker, ridin' with my thing Cause that's what drama bring [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Gloomy evenings, movie screenings while I pass the block R-I-P's in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot You playin' Hard Rock, bet a mill and half you drop I'm still shittin', the dealership is my bathroom stop This ain't your average gwap, big drop, a bag you pop Cause niggas don't congratulate me They'd rather hate and mad you hot Just be mad you not Die fast, stab or shot Rambo dagger, mag or Glock Lambo swagger, flashing rocks Ammo stack a platinum pot, guard it like a leprechaun Louie V letters on sweaters, gettin' my checkers on The streets crowned me I smoke all day, sleep bounty Heat 'round me, hold my toes The thought of defeat hounds me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Green The next thing outta Queens, nothin' you have ever seen I give a boy a bullet, take a bullet for my team I ain't gon' be nothin', baby, I'mma be a king Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing Yeah, I'mma do my thing, baby, watch me do my thing They know I'm worth them M's, I'm still out here with my bling Dirtier than a motherfucker, ridin' with my thing Cause that's what drama bring [Lloyd Banks] Look at me now, look at me smile Know you'd rather look at me down, well look at me ball Bet these girls ain't looking at ya'll Look at my broad, look at my car Look at my crib, then look at my yard Now look at my ring but watch your eyes Look at my chain, you lookin' for God Fuck these groupies, I work too hard Bustin' my ass to stay, shits hard Give up my last to feed the fam Keepin' these bastards on they job My brother's keeper, my passion for the dough is deeper Chill all year, kill 'em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish) Look what my pen draw Bitch with the wrist I'm Chris Paul Millions by the four, piss poor; I'm on my sixth tour Me and marijuana equals [??] horror Catch me on the block tomorrow Cop a car then pop my collar [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Green The next thing outta Queens, nothin' you have ever seen I give a boy a bullet, take a bullet for my team I ain't gon' be nothin', baby, I'mma be a king Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing Yeah, I'mma do my thing, baby, watch me do my thing They know I'm worth them M's, I'm still out here with my bling Dirty than a motherfucker, ridin' with my thing Cause that's what drama bring