[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
We wanna kill you
We wanna kill you
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ay, the game is survival (Yeah)
You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you
They gon' have to revive you
If I slide through (Yeah)
I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!)
You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh)
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh)
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh)
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh)
But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah)
You niggas can't eat no more, or
Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah)
Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah)
I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah)
A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah)
Just got a new calico and a tech
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah)
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah)
The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah)
Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah)
She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!)
Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!)
Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!)
Car cold handle on a European door
Niggas gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh)
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (Nigga)
Green and white bows with the matching valour (Nigga)
Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw
We wanna kill you
We wanna kill you
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ay, the game is survival (Yeah)
You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you
They gon' have to revive you
If I slide through (Yeah)
I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!)
You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh)
You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh)
I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh)
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh)
But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah)
You niggas can't eat no more, or
Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore
I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'
I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah)
Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah)
I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah)
A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah)
Just got a new calico and a tech
Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah)
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah)
The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah)
Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah)
She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!)
Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!)
Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!)
Car cold handle on a European door
Niggas gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh)
Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (Nigga)
Green and white bows with the matching valour (Nigga)
Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw
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