Take ’Em To War Lloyd Banks (Ft. Tony Yayo)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone they remember me
Wasn't me in the dirt nigga
Power hold the show power in the P's
Money bring fleas, and crack put prom queens on knees
Genetics like the jeans on fiends - dirty
I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens - early
I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes - pearly
Necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly
Life flies when it push it to the limit
Fuck just getting by, that’s no way to live it
What the fuck did you take me for?
Try to take something you’ll be laying on the floor
There's a lot less comrades breathing than before
I lose a nigga every time I leave out on a tour
They don’t even respect war
Bullets squeezing out the four
Heaven’s door got to be better than anything we've seen before

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war
Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor
What the fuck do you take me for?
Eye for an eye, time to even out the score
I’d rather be not here, than hungry
I’m sick when I’m not near my money
They want me to lose but I’ma win
I made it there before and I'mma make it there again