We Run the Town Lloyd Banks (Ft. Vado)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Quick chills everytime son is on
I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop
My style came from the sons of corn
Shine so bright, give the crowd shades
Might get burned when the son perform
On point, cause you don't get two mistakes
There’s rules and apes, I’m jungle born
All proceeds to myself, foreign G’s on these belts
You cold freezing, I’m so evil
See me no season, we stealth
Banks got the game in a headlock
This ain't gon' feel like a leg shot
More like I'm rammin' y'all, with a cannon ball
I air you out 'til your head pop
Now everybody poppin' shit, cause I'm popular
Think I just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kick a sixteen to the opera
Figured I bring out a throwback
Bet the bitch look mean, and they jockin' her
But I'm game tight and you know that
And I'm yellin' out "Where the hoes at?"
Sellin' out of the Kodak
Tell 'em that I'll never go back
Killin' 'em, now let the dough stack
Still be a legend with no plaque
Million dollar my doormat
I get 'em with one of my old raps
I'm chillin' in somethin' exclusive
On the Southside, nigga hold that