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"!