Make excuses. Nod our heads but it?s the same old shit take a picture, get used to it we?re up to our necks he?s played a trick on all of us our old
whole faculty I got dubs but I thug and play hubcaps They love trap but don't need to tell and the bullets sell and your body in hell and shot 'em villians and
me to want it, She want to climb up on it, smile (Ha, ha)?Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and
sleep And a major factor is jealousy Which stops us from obtainin the unity Come on You don't stop [VERSE 2] Times are hard, and people are chillin
grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
his brain off his neck We get up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow And now we're in their territory So we let all our triggers go Twenty niggas
up) I thought I told you about one of them hoes I put my foot inside her pussy and took it out and suck my toes Yo, don't forget to stop and get some
here and die in your arms Up to my knees and I'm bleedin Im tryin to stop you from leavin You wont even listen so fuck it Im tryin to stop you from breathin
S THROATS ACHE You faggots keep eggin me on til I have you at knifepoint, then you beg me to stop? SHUT UP! Give me your hands and feet I said SHUT UP
here Cause there's only one, and that's me You understand? For all that fighting, you understand that sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me and
set, truck armor neck neck arm weigh your head Move a A-Bomb, get drunk and paint the whole town red Fuck a 5-0, hydro and perfume bottles Blow a hole
who u scared of Call me wen u fed up I'm a feel ya head up No need to filth up I let u wet the bed up Yep hit the elevator den come to the third floor
, a new in it root, for street wise Got to stop it, and taxes for guns, wars and wackers Puttin prophet's in their pockets And lock it till I promise [
time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized rhyme Kickin' def tempos that I design And
back and leave me alone Before I have to come to your home and see ya) [3rd Verse] Wind me up and I can do flips (And put the smack down on your lips
started Intentional or not I Don't think we saw it coming It's all adding up to something That as of some involvement That as for our commitment I think
And tell niggaz to just start robbin Cuz y'all niggaz is fucked up and Brooklyn niggaz is really ready to get ya I know how to hit ya, and cut ya open
