Ain’t No Click Lloyd Banks (Ft. Tony Yayo)

[Intro: Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, nigga!
We fuckin' back! Hunger for More!
Tony's Home!
Yo, Banks, I told these niggas man
(Ya'll done fucked up now)

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Ain't No click like the one I'm wit'
If the drama gets thick, it's the guns I get (Now)
G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin' dough everywhere we go
And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from, sit down!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
By now, I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV
I skeet babies on ya breezy
And I ain't' stoppin'
Only jake or Jacob could freeze me
Squeeze me, and it's bye bye gone
We got guns like Popeye's arm
I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin'
Cause there's one on all of mine, I'm the rap Phil Jackson
I built the rep for murder on every Whoo Kid
Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it; the kid tight
And you ain't' even put up a fight, so it's back to the amateurs
Wrappin' your sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats want to stand wit' us
They hop in the van wit' us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs, now I'm back tourin' Canada's
Amongst weed smokers and crap-floor gamblers