The Raw Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
See they ain't fooling nobody
I know they be talking the same ole' shit I be talking
See y’all won't let me do no shit like that
See I gotta put a little cursive in my shit or y’all won't even buy it
Do to the fact that therefore, some people...

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I feel like I’m enough to go around, so I’m in and out the twins
In my big boy truck, younger than the rims
I welcome the wealth, but it come with sins
Niggas turn they backs on him, now they stomach's thin
Pound, Yen, stacks on ten
Whopper turn into the MACs, with the rach' on him
I took a loss, figured I make it back off them
Look at the cross, exhaust off the Lac' gold rim
I get it in
Shorty say she love the way my swagger's
And my lifestyle's unlike the ordinary rappers
"All this shit is really his? And he really got the Sig?
Next thing I know, I had both my titties 'round his dick" (Shit)
You know I beat 'er like a thief
White Bimmer by the beach, wife-beater and my sleaks
Non-believers in grief, silence your beef
You can have it any way you want, violence or peace