Still Dre Freestyle

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] You can't be sane to be testin' me You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe I got four bars hotter than your "S"'s be And I don't wanna hear your tape unless it's me I'm like guns I smoke - excessively To see me - you little more effort, b I love money it'll probably be the death of me And I don't need ya'll to ball, like a referee You ain't impressin' me.. Dont stand next to me One hit will have you buggin' like ecstasy Don't be mad if the one that bitch sweats is me Cause she ain't ya bitch if she having sex with me! (WHAT?) Come on, b Who the fuck you tryna fool us? I'll leave you with more bumps than a school bus It's gon take the Riot squad to move us Yeah, ya niggas got guns but do you bust? I'm too much - I'm a tell the truth, you suck Motha-fuck classy , gimme two sluts... And a few cups Hurry up, Fill 'em up! You niggas for real or what? Hustlers - we deal 'em up, You... couldn't kill a duck! I'm the type to make it hot when you chillin', what? My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck Hop out! Beat 'em down! Hop in! Flee the town! Now-a-days you need a pound All you ain't gonna be around Stop tryin' to be me, clown - You want the blood to drip? Twenty four hours, I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip And ya bitch love the dick - Now I'm tryna smother it Playa, why'nchu cum in it? - She don't want to cover it Yeah, I'm on that gutter tip! Fuck around and slut a chick See me in that butter kit, followed by another whip Everybody rappin' now - I'm 'bout to let my mother spit Brother spit - Niggas tellin' on some undercover shit Team got a lot of dough - You ain't gettin' none of it! He blew? I gotta blow. - Flow got the sun in it! Number 1-stunna shit - Gun gotta thunder kit! I know you ain't come to flip - You know who I'm runnin' with? All-Stars Nigga..