[Lloyd Banks:]. Yeah. Queens. Yeah. Queens. [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]. Fuck the limelight and the streamers. I influence the dreamers. Think like a genius. And whiz it like Arenus. I got the Ninas. One shot gun. The other ones by the penis. Only balls come between us. Hes a million fish in the water and i'm workin' the waves. Man my G will make a nerd lady open her legs. And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups. Like the system out the fan only the top cut. Pop what?. Pop open. Get popped on. Kind of like hot corn. By throwin' ya block on. A quarter mill of rock on. Heated seats i'm long. I'm strong. Rap don. Icon. Slash pipe bomb. To get my right hand back I give my right arm. Gangstas don't mourn all night long. Right wrong. Now the industry is shakey as ever. And everybody ass kissin' ain't makin' it better. Lifes a bitch don't let her. Slow down your cheddar. You win some you lose some go down? no never. Whatever. Ain't shit really changed niggas still actin'. If you really had that many bricks you'd be still trappin'. You must've got dummy all fitted. Man fuck a rap buddy any one of ya'll can get it. All money ain't good money but I want it. You can give me a blood diamond with blood on it. I'll wipe the blood off it. Clean it and cut it 'till it shine then floss it. I'm on my New York Shit. I was told somewhere down the line I lost it. And I had to raise my hand they forced it. [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]. Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound. Something just went down. Its hot out there its hot out there yeah. My cell phones ringin'. My Blueberry is singin'. And the messages is filled with:. "Hey". I don't read I don't read I don't read. [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]. Haters can't stand it. But I'm G Unit branded. Thats what I ride for go in the can with. Don't run up on me with the Van Dam shit. All mean muggin' when you really a fan shit. I rather go out in the Blazer uh fuck it. Bury me in a Benz with big rims. A pair of black Timbs. And the Beverly Twins. Money a Mac-10. And the heaviest gem. In nineteen-eighty two. I came through. Bird's eye view. In a Cortez shoe. South Side nigga nigga who the fuck are you?. You in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin' I can do. Next time bring ya thing matter fact bring two. Niggas is all waitin' for dreams to come true. I lost half a crew. Before I turned twenty-two. So I live life doin' whatever I want to do. [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]. My cell phones ringin'. My Blueberry is singin'. And the messages is filled with:. "Hey". I don't read I don't read I don't read. Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound. Something just went down. Its hot out there its hot out there yeah