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[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

Yeahhhhh

Uh

Yeah, I like the way (Yeah) that sound

Uh-uh, n-n, (Yeah) n-now

Check

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Nigga, you feelin' like a frog? Then jump

One leap will bring you from bar to the trunk

From the trunk to the dump

I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump on a slope

Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want

Don't cha? This ain't the typical story

Therefore, I don't fall in the category

I'm cool, calm and collective

Yukon or tha Lexus, blue chronic for breakfast to match with the necklace

Dimes hold me down, so the rats wanna check this

Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist

Especially, if you rest next to me

Nigga come testin' me, you get the gun recipe (Pop)

These old niggas want the new boy sound

Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down

Yeah I used to buy Nic's

Ten years later, now I'm superfly slick

Without a roof on my whip, shit

I sip a hundred-proof 'til I'm ripped

And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick

Tough niggas like to make a scene so the llama's close

That kind of shit don't fly like mamma jokes

We got 'em long, short, all kinda toast

Boy, I done left shit trails all around the coast

To places you get around by boat, I get a pound, I smoke

I put it down, I'm dope

I'm on scope when I pass the block

I make traffic stop, a product of everything that made the apple rot

This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques

The pro tools and the wax

Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact

The flow's like an M16 with an arm-strap

I'ma bomb on niggas until they can't bomb back

The Hiroshima demeaner, microphone crack

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

A lot of shit changed since I came

Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game

Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain

You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn

Rob a store before you walk around poor

'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy

You fuelin' up my fire when you hate

So I'ma lean on ya 'til you make a mistake (I can't wait)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Until the curtains close

It's just me, the tooly an' them purple O's

Endo overload, drive like I own the roads

These niggas is pus', that's why my shoulders cold

Mac by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer'

'Cause I can have Limina Calina bring to a misdemeanour

You drown in deep water, any nigga around come form the street corner

Where you need your heat on ya

I'm on recline while my next CD climbs

Southside, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind

Why, it ain't an easy grind

A nigga try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine

And it's graffiti time, niggas sprayin' ya mural

For tryna be a motherfuckin' hero

I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy, if you ask me

Jet by on 'em nasty, nigga you in a taxi (I can't wait)

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

A lot of shit changed since I came

Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game

Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain

You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn

Rob a store before you walk around poor

'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy

You fuelin' up my fire when you hate

So I'ma lean on ya 'til you make a mistake (I can't wait)

[Outro: Lloyd Banks]

Ha-Ha! Yeah! Uh!

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!

Raw!