The First Me

[Intro: Lloyd Banks (DJ Whoo Kid)] (DAMN!) Yeah! (COME ON!) G-Unit baby! (CRAZY!) 2 G's up, yeah! [Verse: Lloyd Banks] They kind, talk shit to you and sue you Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating 'em brutal Nigga I ain't the new you, I'm the first me Unrated version in a armored suburban And the picture lights curvin' ain't nothin' for certain Close friends be turnin', fuck it, close his curtain It's darker on the other side God let my number slide, hot since Benzes was bubble eyed Only green matters besides that, I'm color blind Duckin' 21 Jump Street, undercover time Catch me in the street one deep handle rubber nine Niggas yappin' off 'bout mine, another trouble sign Pricks handin' out tips on me and my click Private investigating on that CSI shit Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip Single than a muh'fucka, you ain't sleep with my chick Ain't shit changed boy, same click, same Lloyd Same phenomenal flow that got the game 'noid Still got the flamer to bend ya, control your anger (uh) Nigga won't come out no more, like Kramer Danger, mayhem, murder, mishaps and clicks clacks Surgery through six packs, beef all over diss raps (yeah) I'll get you gift wrapped, send your ass back Family and friends tighter than my last track (gunshot) Hollow tips and politics headin' into November (uh) Bottles sipped to model chicks shit that I don't remember (uh uh) I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender I'm on it every month now, see you niggas December, remember! [Outro: Lloyd Banks (DJ Whoo Kid)] I am pound for pound... The P.L.K.! Hahaha! Yeeeahhh! Run this shit Uh! Green Gang! Shout out to all my niggas, man! All the real niggas, man! Fake niggas die quick, man G-Unit still the click, man! Yeah! Green Gang hitman! (CAN'T FORGET...) I'm the shittt! [Outro: DJ Whoo Kid] SHADE 45! COACH PR! MANDOG! "HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"!