6 Figga Nigga Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
Yeah--Oh yeah!
You motherfuckers riding with me? Oh yeah
They know I got that iron with me. Oh yeah

[Chorus]
This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
The Kings, the Bloods, the Crips, they with me
The divas, the bitches, the dimes, the deuces
My set-a-nigga-up hoes, the strippers, the boosters
The snatchings, kidnappings, it happens
So often, the murders, the burglars
Be careful where your walkin'
The East, the West, the North, the South
Stay on point 'cause niggas will run up in your house

[Verse 1]
Boy I'ma 6 figga nigga doing what I gotta do
Wave cap, gray black, Maybach powder blue
Bitch go get my money--make daddy proud of you
Look at them bitches stand, they probably sour too
Bitch you know how we do, G4s, Bentley Coupes
Riding round town. Buck, Snoop, countin' up my loot
I'm from the East coast but I be out west
Tank top, Cali bud, all day around breast
Give me a couple minutes I be all in they mind
And not just one or two, three or four at a time
I'll be all in her spine, if your daughter's a dime
Meet her at eight and I'll be gone by a quarter to nine