Payback (P's & Q's)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I made my flow up at the corner store Mad niggas rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year, just bagged a hundred more They hating but everything that goes comes back Sticky green fun pack, jewelry make me hump-back Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamond shit Goon gone commercial, who the fuck you think you rhyming with I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip Bitches running up on my stage, Lil Mama shit Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don’t need the top Calm down, breath and stop Start and I’mma skip your pulse Miss my life’s the shit Calamari, shrimp, and boats C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast I’mma suits em up, well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness I done made it to the top like I said, I told you bitches They don’t really want me they just want my riches So motherfuck them all: friends, cousins, and sisters [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Then I’m in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage Nigga done made the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts Stress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the war's won Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, cause I don’t feel a single drop of pressure No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second