Unexplainable Lloyd Banks (Ft. Styles P)

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt
Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count
Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth
It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Cool people, Knievel in my alter-ego
Zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
Wife repo, about a mil and a half, ki hole
Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilos, three those
Hold my P’s Q’s and my G hoes
G-g-gee whiz, my rise like a superhero's
Four-five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you bitch ass niggas, abide the G code
Click-clack, deep hole, the industry Debo
We built these niggas ground up, why would they figure we fold?
Figure fours on the competition
I Yoke 'Em, tell me you jokin'
My flow is like the levees open
Foreign trips, four to five zips, heavy smokin'
Problem tips, forty-five clips, Chevy smokin'
He put all he got into this, I bet he make it
Ain't gotta give me shit, I'ma take it