[Lloyd Banks]. My rope all freezy dope on the TV. Ecstasy especially out the GT. You next to me you best to be holdin somethin too. Least you can say you let somethin fly when somethin flew. These niggaz get hit and call they lawyer. And try to sue you that's a bitch nigga for ya. I'm tough like Mayoga and De La Hoya I saw ya. Man niggaz'll stack nines for that Cola. Cause zips in my shit I don't grow stems. Him got 14 karats carrots and gold rims. Why say somethin about my name?. Don't jump out the window it's safer jumpin out a plane. I can't ditch my bitch it's somethin 'bout her brain. If she put her mind to it she could suck out a vein. You don't want a lead shower stay the fuck out the rain. There's so much ammo niggaz don't gotta aim. [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]. You don't get a warnin there's no heads up when it's on. Here it comes ready or not. Don't be out there snorin one eye blink and you're gone. Keep it cocked - and ready to pop. The man makes no mistakes it's been on since the day I was born. Stop drop or get lead in your knot. I'm known in hip-hop but I'm still ridin around with my chrome. Here it comes - ready or not. [Tony Yayo]. Yeah yeah. My little shooter's 16 from the projects. Glock-16 with the Napoleon complex. I'm in and out the projects my lifestyle pleasant. You? You live life like a barbaric peasant. Me without my gun in the streets is like a Muslim eatin pig feet. Fuck the pigs on the street. They all wanna off a nigga - and when these rappers. get shot they ain't gangsta they turn into corporate niggaz. You die if it's rated R. If it's PG-13 you leave with a scar. R.I.P. to Troy and Bags big shout to Hommo. They got fishin money cooked buy me the Apollo. These model hoes swallow I buy another bottle. of this M.O.B. nigga that's my motto. These rappers ain't kings they pawns. And got dust bunnies on they guns. [Chorus]. [Lloyd Banks]. I think God spent a lil' extra time on me. Pop planted a miracle seed my mom ain't see. I got a high intelligence level I ain't no dummy. I ain't satisfied with 10 mil' that ain't no money. My talents are blood deep you can't take those from me. And my sense of humor's shot I don't take jokes funny. My paranoia rolls with my bullet holes. givin me a third eye my foes can get a magazine full of those. The hip-hop cops follow my Suburban. Hopin they can find a pistol on him when they search him. I'm icier in person they like me when I'm cursin. So here's a dirty version you only heard me urban. If niggaz try to hurt him the I-30's squirtin. Right through your curtain don't stop 'til you murk him. Mechanical workin Hechler handle's jerkin. That'll pull the Gate in after you Heavenly church him