If You Aint Holdin (Niggas Gonna Kill You) Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
Wooooooooooooooooooh, wooh
Ya'll niggas know who it is, man
G-Unit!
Lloyd Banks
Yea
Y’all know why niggas say I'm hot
And if not
Then you could...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohh

[Verse 1]
And all I got is Mickey D's for a bird
I spent fifty g’s on my guns (Uh huh)
I put your Dickie sleeve on a curb (Woo)
Then move quickly, breeze through the burbs
With blue sticky [?] of the herb
My crew's quick to squeeze on the word (Blat)
I got a reason to splurge (Uh huh)
Cause round here ain't no shoppin' sprees of the [?] (Uh-uh)
D's lookin' at my picture (Yeah)
And rap cops hopin' that I'm dirty (Why?)
So they can put a whoopin’ on a nigga (Oh!)
That’s right youngin' my flow’s hotter than yours (Uh huh)
My vocal cords get hoes outta they drawers (Woo)
I'm stuntin'
Pullin' bank rolls outta [?], Banks rolls outta [?], take clothes outta the stores (Ohhhhh, ohh!), same shows minus the roars
And excessive applauds
I’m from where they hop out, plain clothes out of [?] (Preach)
Play tug-a-war with the sword
And I'm with the Lord (Uh)
Stiffer than a muhfuckin' iron board (Yea!)