Big Voice, Bigger City Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr.]
The Negro masses all over began to re-evaluate themselves
And the Negro came to feel that he was somebody...
His religion revealed to him that God loved all of his children!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I pray to him jealous cause he watching over them
I don't pretend, wishing they lose, hoping I win
Took my fitted cause I'm driving with no top
Hotter than a motherfucker riding with my Glock
Knock-knock, who is it? A hollow tip visit
You talk it if you live it, if not get delivered
Niggas hearts going frigid, there's no remorse
Nigga, I'd be the last one to give it
Hit ya ass off your pivot
Then I pass on the syrup, and welcome the chronic
They wondering where the real rap when I'm helping them find it
Blinded, criminal minded, in poverty bonded
On it just to be where I come from
Rewind it, you dumb son
Stuck on slow, sit they'll you to sleep
These motherfuckers know the wolves is playing for keeps
The wounded lay on the street
The goons is playing for keeps
Be rude to say it at least
We want a piece, nigga