Songtexte: Lloyd Banks. Start It Up (Remix).

I be chillin' in that Phantom
Bumpin
He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's
Talkin' hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this muthaf-cka
Turn your dog like flea's in this muthaf-cka
So many chains might freeze in this muthaf-cker
Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka
Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthaf-cker
Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid
Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter
Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki
While I'm on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this

you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they f-ck with me
Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet
Y'all sour me, my summers sweet
Catch my mother feet
Hate just makes chop em as they creek
Life forever sweet
Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets
Magnificant flow or magnifique
Work and have a seat
Them just my parakeets
macking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I'm switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many n-ggas
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab

you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute