[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]. What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you). Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you). Then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you). Comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax. What kind of nigga hits the precinct bitchin (you). Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you). When they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you). And if you talk 'bout us guess who they stickin' (you). [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]. Look I could spot a fraud so don't try and bluff me. Trust me. We run New York longer than Puffy. These rap niggas pretend that they like me. Until they bent out they cycle. My words touch the kids like Michael. Niggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass. Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash. We got the wratchets tucked. I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter niggas. Had to put the plastic up. I'm blowin bubble gum dro. And you a bum on the road. The type of nigga you pay to shovel your snow. Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel. Cause the cannon will. Take your legs right from under you like bannana peel. Look at my hand on chill. The wheel won't stay still. Your boys smoother than the OJ kill. for real. The Queens know I'm a problem. As well as the Bronx BK Long Staten Island and Harlem. I blew the game open. Came a long way from the train smokin. A nigga switchin' in ya lane smoke him. I keep them lames hopin'. The dames wishin'. My chain glisten. High as hell so I ain't got to feel the plane twistin'. Drunk off the Louey 3. A nigga violate me. You get a gooey tee. Word to Huey P.. You can't go cop chinchilla. With thin scrilla. And I ain't just get hot nigga I been iller. We ain't the same either don't try to play or push me. Difference is I make pussy pay you pay for pussy. Now you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger. I'll put a patch on your eye like a pirate nigga. I'm in a class of my own. Got model ass on my phone. No problem passin 'em on. They swallow fast and I'm gone. B-A-N-K- dollar sign click clack. The young gorilla out the cliques back. [Bridge: Lloyd Banks]. Yeah theres alot of foul shit going on 'round here. Keep ya guards up cause niggas ain't playin fair. But if you scared of a collision nigga run and hide. Cause if the gunnas ride. It'll be a hom-i-cide. [Lloyd Banks: talking]. Yeah I'm so sorry ha ha The Hunger For More. May 25th The wait is over fuck all you niggas