What Y’all Wanna Do Lloyd Banks

[Intro]
What y'all wanna to do
What y'all wanna to do nuttin'
I'm rite in front of u frontin'
U kno how tha ballas do
I'm stuntin'
It's nothin

[Verse]
Now how I'm gon' leave it alone? The neighborhood needs me
To hop on a record and make it look easy
Another cd you could take as a freebie
I'm chasin the number one place on your t.v
Who's known for takin' somethin' and makin' freezin'
Come close, I'm gon' be in the post
To make a long story short big story about me and toast
I'll turn your emcee to a ghost throwin' dirt in my name
Tie him up and keep feedin' him soap
Careful the NYPD want your throat
Any nigga with eyes can see he a joke
And he gon' hang himself all he need is the rope
We ain't have shit but nine militers and hope
The stress of bein' broke turns weed into smoke
And I fear no man if he can breathe he can choke
I'm hot from the trops to the barbershops
I move units from the towers to the mom & pops
Hobbs blue, green, and white diamond blocks
Makin' 'em sick like the feelin' when the condom pops
Eight 8's T.V.'s all kind of drops
No stress I'ma come home best
Eskimo flow bring the doe slow it's a no show
You know the fo' go everywhere, I'm solo
Bout to hit the industry with a low blow
Playin' hatin' on me it's a no no (No)
Step up or get stepped on
Matter fact step through your whole rep gone
Niggas walk around like they have teflon
They ain't even carrying, they all wet bomb
Out here you do the creep [?] get crept on, I'm gone