Bangers The Alchemist (Ft. Lloyd Banks)

[Intro]
Yeah, I'm here nigga
Banks, G-G-G-G, G Unit

[Chorus]
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
Cause I'm the nigga they came here to see (Right)
Ain't nothing 'round here for free (Right)
And I'm here to let these mothafuckas know
That I'll do anything for the dough (Right)
A felony walkin out the front do' (Right)
Ain't a mothafucka I gotta change fo' (Right)
Therefore I'ma be this way until I go

[Verse 1]
Guess who walk around with diamond chains and rings on 'em
A pair of throwback Jordan's, with the wings on 'em
With all this talking I'm guessing they got them things on 'em
Cause if not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind getting by leave the city quick
Niggas bleed just like us, I'm on that Biggie shit
First of all I'm sup-posed to ball
I'm sup-posed to have coast to, coast to calls
And your niggas on your CD's garbage
Yeah, they shooting but they missing, spraying up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggas by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than grandmothers
I wake up get dressed put on my tan butters
It been this way since Puma's and Super Man cover's
A ice pick could do your liver harm
And have you screaming in the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon