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von Lloyd Banks

Yeaaaa uhhh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh now
Check check

Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Imma rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want

Dont ya? This ain′t ya typical story
Thefore I dont fall in the category
I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound


Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea I use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now I′m super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close

That kind of shit dont fly like mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy I done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, I smoke, I put it down, I'm dope
I′m on scope when i pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott

This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow′s like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Imma bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

A lot of shit has changed since I came
Y'all done came around here fuckin up the game


Therefore I aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, I′m hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you ain't gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Imma lean on you till you make a mistake
I can′t wait

And to the curtains close
It's just me, the tooly, and them purple O′s
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
These niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
I'm ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause I can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor

You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
I'm on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine

And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
I′m fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I can′t wait

A lot of shit has changed since I came
Y'all done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore I ain′t servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, I'm hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin′ up my fire when you hate
So Imma lean on you till you make a mistake
I can't wait (Can′t wait)

Ha ha ha
Yea, ugh, G-Unit
Boy