[lloyd banks]. Yeah 20 miles an hour in my long bentely. Shame on you hater this what the lord sent me. Lately I've been practicing my gas face. Cause that's what i'ma give em when they land in last place. Hand right by the...They ain't too many seeing us. So they wanna take my gifts. But i wrap em with the (?). My regular (?). Currency and cashmere. You drove (?) your way i told her she can crash here. Yeah i'm counting paper like the cashier. Living like i'm limited grieving like its my last year. My boy in and out the box super stupid soldier. Told me if he could do it again he'd do it over. Poverty's king cobra squeeze ya life out. Cause its the fatalities and casualtes i should wirte 'bout. These rappers ain't iced out they just fooling. Running round town fakers zirconian cubic. [chorus]. Only money matters in the game f-ck the fame. I gotta eat dollar signs feed my hunger pain. Music like me don't worry leave you numb the same. Play me like i'm something sweet. Be apart of summer slayin'. Most hate it most doubt it. Thats what they shout it. I'm on top now there's nothing they can do about it. They better have ya out. Cause where i'm from there ain't no way around it. Home sweet home. [pusha t]. I'ma f-cking rap til you blue in the face. You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste. Throughout histroy they throwing shots at the greats. But i shoot back the lord ain't designed me for hate. I've never understood martin luther with the speech. With the whole world watching me turn the other cheek?. Never so there's one left to die in the streets. Cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach. Try to kill you then them near misses was god's kisses. True hollywood story ghetto tie bridges. Different strokes that n-ggas broke the (?) reach. You only read about the cars that i paddle shift. You only dream about the (?) that i dabble with. Balcony views postcard imagine this. White stones black steel cold chrome. This city's my doormat them home sweet home. [chorus]. [lloyd banks]. See me where you see me. Always seen. Off the queens magazines pissy hallway scenes. Paying crowds hunger screams pressure crumbles teams. F-ck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams. Drugs for the living henny (?) for the body. Pitbull i bit my way out the cage whats happening. Competition got me on the rampage jackson. Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps. Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped. Back for more me rat tat kiss the ring beat respect out them. Bloody heads turn timbalands to red bottoms. 50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it. Carbon fibre through the spyder playin' rider music. ain't no question of my resume i gotta prove it. Life's a b-tcha nd i get (?). [chorus]