Rotten Apple Lloyd Banks (Ft. 50 Cent & Prodigy)

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! Hahahah
Nigga, it's 2006, and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit! (Yeah)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
When I come through, I'm comfortable
Four 9s, 4-5s, a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact, who the fuck are you?
Cause I, I got to get it (Got to get it) and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it (Got to get it) the world and what's in it
And you can get it (You can get it) in a New York minute
I got to get it (Got to get it)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ay, rap gon' get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigger, thinkin' he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him, I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that I'ma give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame ain't a killer, he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT, see a four-door wheeler
Matter fact this summer, it's 44 four-wheelers
.45 on my side, shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize, now I'm energized
Nothin' but shiny shit around the neck and rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins
What a way to double up, I'm headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet, I ain't gotta check it in