101 Razors Lloyd Banks (Ft. Method Man)

[Intro: Method Man & Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
The grimy and gritty New York City (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Killer before the shine, I came up that nigga
I'm born to rhyme, bang on the corporate line
These chumps operatin' on awkward time
This is my quarter, dog, you eat what you slaughter
We all can dine, it was fate
I fall in a hole again, I was supposed to climb
Envy the fortunate, New York in this bitch
Yeah, we torchin' shit, I reinforced it quick
Bought in a ticket from talkin' slick
Made it a Porsche to whip, fuck out the way 'fore the horses kick
This where the bosses flick
Bitch with the rings, I'm Stojaković
The hood'll damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual
Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles
So pass the man on, Lou' Vuitton my handle (Uh)
Whether the weakest struck a sandal, I'm holdin' up like a mantle, nigga (Yeah)
Light up a candle, there'll be opps leavin' the state
A block season, the city made me cold, I don't think I'ma ever stop freezin'
Filet Mignon for no reason, too many days of chop cheesin'
Move like I'm under surveillance, but not for schemin', uh