Look, uh The hard times'll hit ya when ya chillin' Explode describes the feelin' Henny cups help the healin' Money hungry hookers on my heels I can hear
[Male sample:] "What would have I beeeen if I'd reached ouuut? " [beat starts] [Intro:] Uh! SouthSide in this mothafucka! Look! [Verse: {Sample}] Uh
niggaz might blow I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a
the gotta go back home [Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted G-Unit sneakers I already figured out
God Damn, Hundred Gram, Dope Man Maybach, Flow Benz, Sun Roof, Open Spider With Me Loccin', Cali Buds, Smokin' S & 97, Eastside, Nigga Fasho Man [Lloyd Banks
just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks
shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it get one impression, swear I gotta kill it hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute [Lloyd Banks -
now is toast for these cowrads I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks
is toast for these cowrads I got no friends, f**k most of these cowards They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers [Lloyd Banks
that gangbangin shit around my son Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks
when they fucking album come out... and kill 'em! Hear the breakdown, Time to separate the men from the boys, Take it straight to the bank, call it Christopher Lloyd
hat trick gave him more shots than the pediatrics came to his house and shot his left hand out left him with more scars than Mr. Def Jam South to reach
, so give a nigga love Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up With these wannabe Lloyd Banks
digits pass five leave no evidence to witness now witness the bad guy i show out and bring the bow out hennessey and dro out the yachts float out, the coups roll out
rims stay gleamin, i'm shinin mayn I teach ya how to stunt I see you schemin, nigga keep on dreamin, I hurt ya mayn I teach ya how to stunt [Verse 2-Lloyd Banks
