I'm in Phoenix Sun Cause I'm a Golden State Warrior that stay on the run I'm in the truck counting up Milwaukee Bucks And I, stay with the ratchet cause
Übersetzung: Lloyd Banks. Wo ich herkomme.
I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that
the evenin' And i'm leavin', on to the next city Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't
put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Lloyd Banks] You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the
me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin' at me Cause i'm god's child theres angels around me [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] You don't think I know you
3: 50 Cent] I'm the leader of the new school now nigga what? I got a 44 bulldog I'll tear your bitch ass up I pop off nigga front I'll put my knife in
Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm suppose to blow, you suppose to know Not to go against da door it's R.I.P I'm stupid rich, got retarded money I'm special ed, I
up and go get 'em cause you the only one without 'em I'm a natural stunna yeah Which means if I get a scratch on 'em then I'm going back for another pair
C'mon man you know where we be You can find me in da club [Verse 6: Lloyd Banks] Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Wrap the urn up
from where I'm from where I'm from Expect no commissary when your ass doin your bid nigga Comin where I'm from where I'm from [Lloyd Banks:] I'm from
I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South 50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll know what I'm about I'm bout my money man I'm on a paper chase I'll have doc
An Outlaw And I'm Ballin', Yeah I'm Gettin' Money Without Ya'll Don't Know About You, But I Got Murders On My Block I Bomb First, It's Just How We Do
drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I give you my way and I
: (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire
I'm rap's MVP And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me [Verse 2 - The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape
I bullied my way in this game, man I'm done playin' Man I'm done sayin' that I'm done playin' I'm a start layin' into these motherfuckering cocksuckers There's no way I'm
Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will fuck up ya grill and not the kind you put franks on I'm hidin' out, so my meals
