Crack

[Intro: Lloyd Banks & Dj Whoo Kid]

Nonstop! Lloyd Banks! Pow Radio!

Volume ten! Damn!

Ok! 2 G’s Up, It’s The Unit, nigga! (Whoo Kid!)

[Verse 1]

Aye

Fuck what ya heard grab a cup hit the curb

Ima captain I’ll get ya cut with a word (Uh)

Word to everything I ever cared about

You’ll be higher in the air than the window I’m starin’ out (Uh) (Woo!)

No OG but I’m older than my time so (So)

The car I’m in block shots like Alonzo (Alonzo)

I can spot B.S. through a blindfold (Blindfold)

I hear em’ talkin’ bet I put em’ in line tho (Damn!)

Me and money what a hell of a combo

The condo just one of the locations the dimes go

I push sport cars ‘cause I don’t drive slow

My jewelry pop out we call that pyro

Roll with the winners or get rolled over

I’m so colder, gotta holster chip and a cold shoulder (Yeah!)

They say New York raps in jeopardy

But you can see that New York done jacked the recipe (Dj Whoo Kid)

Why is everybody so acceptive to the fake shit? (Huh?)

Who made it okay to swagger jack that way? (Stop!)

I’m hounded by the cops, so I move like I’m being watched

Don’t get it twisted that’s where the MCeein’ stops (Damn!)

Nigga see if I care?

I’m in a BM drop, eat a cock, this is hip nine millimeter hop

I’ll jack ya bitch nigga you won’t be happy then

Make her nastier then Kim Kardashian

She actin’ flashy and I’m twin car cashin’ in

These niggas can’t be forreal I laugh at em’ (Haha)

I’m not just slick talk I add passion in

Full speed ahead now can’t afford to crash again (Yeah!)

These niggas way more feminine then masculine

Lay em’ all down let the paramedics spatul’ em’ (Woo!)

He slick talkin’ til you pick em’ out his coupe

Hit at his feet, make em’ do the chicken noodle soup nigga

[Outro: Dj Whoo Kid]

Let’s Go!