[Intro:?]
"Drugs came in, and had everybody going crazy."
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Dog, man, woman, or child; whoever
They get hit in the line of fire, your fault, don't tell
The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a fuck
Eyes hazy, tryin' to think of how to live it up
Mom raised me, cause daddy doing numbers off his hands
Coke baby, just maybe I'm supposed to be the man
Don't play me; my bail money long, I'm out the jam
Then I'm Swayze; the key to the hood in my pocket, man
Mercedes; I came a long way from the dollar van
And my lady, look like a Coca-Cola bottle, damn
You buy a bitch some heels, she'll walk over you in 'em
That's why I'm never spendin'; iconic momentum
I slut 'em out, bend 'em, lend 'em, and that's the endin'
They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine
G-Unit 'til the endin', cause I don't like pretendin'
Send' 'em far away from here, hear they bitch niggas tremblin'
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You try to escape from some shit you can't rid
You've been under the streets, too late
Don't give a fuck about how you feel, nothing's fair
You got some your hands on some money, new hate
Nigga, it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood
Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood
"Drugs came in, and had everybody going crazy."
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Dog, man, woman, or child; whoever
They get hit in the line of fire, your fault, don't tell
The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a fuck
Eyes hazy, tryin' to think of how to live it up
Mom raised me, cause daddy doing numbers off his hands
Coke baby, just maybe I'm supposed to be the man
Don't play me; my bail money long, I'm out the jam
Then I'm Swayze; the key to the hood in my pocket, man
Mercedes; I came a long way from the dollar van
And my lady, look like a Coca-Cola bottle, damn
You buy a bitch some heels, she'll walk over you in 'em
That's why I'm never spendin'; iconic momentum
I slut 'em out, bend 'em, lend 'em, and that's the endin'
They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine
G-Unit 'til the endin', cause I don't like pretendin'
Send' 'em far away from here, hear they bitch niggas tremblin'
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You try to escape from some shit you can't rid
You've been under the streets, too late
Don't give a fuck about how you feel, nothing's fair
You got some your hands on some money, new hate
Nigga, it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't got to love me back; I live and die for my hood
Southside, I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood
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