[Verse 1: Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - You niggas couldn't do me shit, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
I make you drool each whip. - Seven letter out the cheddar!
Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather
Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) - Y'all fightin' over scraps
Look at the bright side; I'm lightnin' on a track
Like Tyson on a mat. - I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back
You Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in shit, creek and do time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the nigga next to him dyin'
War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'
How the fuck New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds
The problem, is niggas rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!) [gunshot]
That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him [blast]
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) - I should let em' rob him
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin
You in the apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket
Nigga! [gunshot] - My pants poppin' out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Lunch for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!)
Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white button up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest nigga ballin' since Shaq! [gunshot]
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU NIGGAS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)
Uh! - You niggas couldn't do me shit, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
I make you drool each whip. - Seven letter out the cheddar!
Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather
Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) - Y'all fightin' over scraps
Look at the bright side; I'm lightnin' on a track
Like Tyson on a mat. - I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back
You Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in shit, creek and do time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the nigga next to him dyin'
War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'
How the fuck New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds
The problem, is niggas rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!) [gunshot]
That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him [blast]
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) - I should let em' rob him
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin
You in the apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket
Nigga! [gunshot] - My pants poppin' out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Lunch for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!)
Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white button up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest nigga ballin' since Shaq! [gunshot]
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU NIGGAS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)
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