Another 50

[Intro]

Yeah! (Yeah)

You know who it is! (Know who it is)

Banks! (Banks)

[Verse 1]

Niggas talkin’ all crazy like ima talk back to em’

Nah, ima let the gat tattoo em’

And if I can’t get it in I just black blue em’

Like rozell and P.Miller screw em’

Bring ya best rapper to me i chew em’

Mike Vick em’ OJ em’ Rae Carruth em’ (woo!)

I’m part intelligent part schizo, am I paid?

Do shit help shit grow?

Rap crisco every punch is hard

You can’t take that from me it come from God

My trunk small as shit my engine on my back

Like South Jamaica ima fuckin’ mack

Yall lil niggas go pump a pack

Green gang boss ain’t no punk in that (what up!)

My coffee shop sell weed in it

I damn near overdose erry’ visit

Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the streets

And sell pussy like bread minus the bloodshed

Lam lago’ blood red more rings than chicago nuff’ said

My momma had heart attacks back to back sorry

But I wasn’t really thinkin’ bout rap

Then my pop just passed I had to think about that

That can be enough to set a nigga off track, im back! (I’m Back)

[Lloyd Banks: Talking]

In fact! (In fact) (Whooo Kid!)

Niggas know exactly what to do

(what to do)

And what not to do (not to do)

Anything’s possible (possible)

See I’m back (see I’m back)

Everything else (everything else)

Really don’t matter (don’t matter)

From here on out (here on out)

[Verse 2]

Uh

I pop bottles like I beat a case

My mind race at a cheetah’s pace with Adidas’s laced (woo!)

They fell in love with my neck I don’t need a face (nah)

Nigga you ain’t got shit you don’t need a safe (haha)

These youngins’ get exhorted every year (Yeah)

By old niggas with salt and pepper hair (Uh!)

Shits rough i lower a coffin every year (Yeah)

Funeral arrangements abolitionary care, yeah!

I’m in a class with a few, like a sped ed kid eatin’ glue (glue)

I’m colder than a baby abandoned

The canon will lay everything down standin’ (Yeah!)

Go head stunt hemmed up like brandon

Me come to me it better be Gods plannin’ (Uh)

Don’t get ya ears popped like your landin’  Flyin’ spurin’ you radar scramblin’ (ooooh!)

Puerto Rican but I speak doe fluent

Bachelor pad ain’t gotta sneak hoes to it (Nah!)

I speed through the yellows and run the reds (errt)

You hear about em’ if we bump head (why?)

Cause they’ll be dump led (Uh)

If I ain’t Top 5 who is?

I’m lyrically loved in any town you live (yeah)

Scarface cameras all around the crib

Nigga slip on the grass get hit with the cig

They still buildin’ my plane first class from a lame

Turbulence got me rockin’ champagne stains (stains)

If I get four lanes ima go Montana

I hit two hundred and somethin’ wit’ a flow of mine (shoo)

Cuttin grass? There’s nine niggas mowin mine

Look directly in the watch your goin’ blind

I’m the flyest nigga doin’ it ask ya mom

My shit the bomb they used back in nam’

Your soulmate wanna ride shotgun (yeah!)

And pretend like she don’t got one (yeah!)

You know what’s next?  minajin’ on the yacht son (yeah!)

Ready to unload like a cops gun (Uh)

You get pregnant then it’s to the chop shop (why?)

‘Cause I don’t change diapers I change drop tops (woo!)

Most wanted number with my black Glock cocked

Real nigga unit boy til’ my clock stop tickin’ (tickin) (whooo kid!) (tickin)

[Outro: Lloyd Banks]

G-G-G-G-G You know! (You know)

Unit, T.O.S boy!

[Dj Whoo Kid]

Five or better! Volume one! Damn!

The PLK!