Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"The Cake"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"The Cake"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don't play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it clap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
'cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and I've been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers looking like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
don't get moved by the tools
battle wounds on you shoes wait
control you hate
you ain't riding in them 6s
(WHY?) 'cause you spending all your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

[50 Cent]
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going down like that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with gallamas
I conversate with killers it's usually about life
politic with lawness it's usually about white
I'm the poster child of violence
I'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster

yeah listen up chicko
I hustle I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz let a clip go
cannon out the rental
beam to you temple
I squeeze blow your mental
all over you friends

[Lloyd Banks]
me I'm from the street
we ain't nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there's a body every week
now I don't hear the sirens
but they probably gonna creep
plotting to pull me over
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas slow down pump you breaks

no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the plates
then you headed up state
for rolling round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you're a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the block
any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

 

[fox69]

"The Cake"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)

"The Cake"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)



[Intro:]
"MONEY! MONEY! MONEY! THE CAKE!" {DAMN!}
I need the Cake, nigga! {MO' MONEY!}

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
G-Unit don't play (uh-uh!) - we rap but we strapped [gun cocks]
Buck got the Shotgun 50 got the Mac. [gunshot] {Whoooooo!}
Spida' got the streeper and you bound to hear it clap. [automatic gunshots]
Yo won't have another birthday "CAKE!" Afta that. {DAMN! }
'Cause Yayo got a temper, and he don't know how to act.
And I been gone for the winter, but now a nigga back,
To get the money! The "MONEY!" The "MONEY!" The "MONEY!" The "CAKE!" {CAN'T FORGET...}
And you muthafuckas {SLOW!} lookin' like steak! (whooo!) {WHAT?}
Food on the plate for the wolves follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools battle wounds on ya shoes.
Wait! [gunshot] {DAMN!} - Control ya hate! - You ain't ridin in them 6s. (WHY?)
'Cause you spendin' all ya "CAKE" on them bitches. (uh!)
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas. (uh-huh!)
Bank$ don't rap with' a back pack.
I'm in it for "the MONEY! "
"The MONEY! The MONEY! The MONEY! " - The CAKE! "

[50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Haha! - You heard Bank$ said so I know I got the Mag' [gun cocks]
I pull up pull out spray [shot] hollows at your dad.
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that
I done been through every hood dead ("CAKE") niggas gone rap. {Whoooooo!}
In the heart of a victim - murda is monumental
I don't complicate shit. Yeah! - I keep it simple.
My bulletwounds {DAMN! } (THE MONEY!) will (THE MONEY!) tell (THE MONEY!) U a story 'bout with'
(THE CAKE!) I been through SouthSide trama drama - with' gallamas. {SHA MONEY!} [gunshot]
I conversate with' Killas it's usually about life
Politic with lawness it's usually about white.
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster.
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with' the toaster. [gun cocks] ("CAKE!")
Yeah listen up chicko! {Whooooo! } I hustle, I get dough.
You fuckin with a sicko - I spazz let a clip go.
Cannon (THE MONEY!) out da rental (THE MONEY!) - beam (THE MONEY!) to ya temple, (THE CAKE)
I squeeze blow your mental - all ova ya friends. {BIG PROOF!} [gunshot]

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Me, I'm from the street (street!) we ain't nothin' sweet, (sweet!)
The home of the homies there's a body every week. (week!)
Now I don't hear the sirens, but they prolly gonna creep, (creep!) {CAN'T FORGET...}
Plottin to pull me ova, plant the - "CAKE!" in my jeep. (whooo!) {RAY!}
So I'll be skippin' cities 7 states in a week. {FUCK YO' LYING!}
Can't a muthafucka breathin tell me I can't eat .
Show me "The MONEY!" Uh! "The MONEY!" Uh! "The CAKE!" Uh! "The MONEY!" Uh! "The CAKE!"
{WhooooooooOO Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Niggas slow down - pump ya breaks! {DAMN!}
No mistakes, 'cause the jakes, run the plates
Then you headed up state - for rollin' round with' a steak. (uh-huh!)
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops
You a bitch ass nigga the cup ("CAKE!") of the block. {HAHA!}
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin' shot [shot]
'Round here niggas get found upside down.
Ova' The "MONEY!" The "MONEY!" The "MONEY!" The "MONEY!" The "CAKE!"

[Outro: Lloyd Bank$]
Whoooooo-whoooo-whoooooooooooooooooooooo!

 

[fox69]

"The First Me"

"The First Me"


[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! {COME ON!}
G-Unit baby! {CRAZY! } [kids ovation]
2 G's up!
Yeah!

[Verse:]
They kind and talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu (ugh!)
Nigga I ain't the new you! (nah!) - I'm the first me!
Unrated version - in a armored suburban (whoo!) {DAMN!}
And the picture lights curvin' - ain't nothin for certain
Close friends be turnin'! Fuck it! - Close his curtain. [shot]
It's darker on the other side!
God let me number slide, hot since Benz's were bubberlide. [scream]
The green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Duckin' 21 jump street - on the cover time.
Catch me in the street run deep - and a rubber nine
Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign. [shot]
Pricks handin out tips on me and my click (yeah!)
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Singe than a motherfucka, you ain't sleep with my chick. [shot]
Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd
Same phenominal flow that got the game noise
Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga won't come out no more - like Kramer! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Danger, mayhem, murder - mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap. (yeah!)
I'll get you gift wrapped. (gift wrapped!) - Send your ass back!
Family and friends tighter than my last track. [shot]
Hollowtips and politics headin' into November (uh!)
Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don't remember! (uh-uh!)
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender
I'm on in every month now see you niggas December. - Remember!

[Outro:]
I am pound for pound...
The PLK!
Hahaha! [classice evil laughter]
Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh!
Green Gang!
Shout out to all my niggas, man!
All the real niggas, man!
Fake niggas die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeahh!
Green Gang hit man! {CAN'T FORGET...}
I'm the shittt!

[Outro:]
SHADE 45!
COACH PR! [beat fades out]
MANDOG!
"HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"! [police sirens]

 

[fox69]

"The Flow"

"The Flow"


[Intro:]
The flow makes me u go say what
The flow makes u go say what
The flow makes them go say what
Yeah, yeah yeahhhh

[Verse:]
I gettin' top dollas I neva out free
Don't talk about me til' u own a house keys
U freeloadin off your mama's loot
U 30 somethin and still puttin' name on the orange juice
It's time 4 me 2 make an example
One after a anotha til his last one canceled
Money I ran through, I'm outstanding, my life's handsome, white phantom
Light handgun, big mansion, on acres just rite 4 campin'
I think yo bitch wanna come home with a star
Throw bras, see the garage, and meneois
It started off with a picture and massage
A morning and week later she had on a calodgue
Rap is my hustle shit happened on the job
Certified platinum in Manhattan with the claw
Yea that cream addict, I'm a green addict, I buy a 100 grand a year on my weed habit
Now planin on properties anything that fit in the rubberband is pocket cheese
Somethin I seen the weed man with
U front 2 get your beaken hit
The whip flipped u see airs when u see my chick pimp shit
They admired the sidewalk when u talk
And u tell that I'm from New York how I walk
And u ain't shit that why u come up short
The summa's here so I threw tha chinchilla in the coolers
Me, Buck, & the white tees over the rugers
See I always stood out so I'm used 2 the squeeze
I got the guccis, louies, yellow golds with the rubies
U know I'm poke em once I lure em out their drawers
When I'm near they' re open like automatic doors
All I need is a minute, a lil' weed and I'm in it, a lil' season and fitted, with a B.M.D Kitted
I returned from my spot
In the city where u wind up in the earn over guap
Niggas will hunted and find burn off your top
You dumb, you deaf, and blind deserve 2 be pop
We don't stress, we shine, we swerved on through the block
So I won't get knocked I got one eye on the road the other eye on the cops
Watch out for them youngins outside with them glocks
You'll be toe tag throw in the box over the rocks stop

 

[fox69]

"The Game (Remix)"
(feat. Freeway)

"The Game (Remix)"
(feat. Freeway)



[Freeway:]
Yo holla at ya motherfuckin' boy
Freewizzle in this bitch
Banks you with me?

[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
I'm back...
Again

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Now they call me Boywonder but i'm better known as Banks
Got a nine millimeter I'll put nine in your tank
You think that i'm a slip
Nigga hop up off my dick
And the things'll B-A-N-G-
So please don't envy
Niggas get paranoid whenever I come to town
The one your girls fuckin' whenever you're not around
You clown
They feel my sound
And they hear me when I spit
How my jewelry got baguettes and canaries in every chip
Fuck pol you can't scare me on a trip
My jet skis ridin' in Miami with a chick
Thats thick
A hollow tip
Could turn ya man into a bitch
Have him hidin' in the closet by the spannards and the fish
And I know i'm gettin' money but I plan on gettin' rich
See I come from the gutter where theres cameras in the bricks
You should see my whip is sick when I'm ridin' through the hood
You're tired of being broke and mad that i'm doin' good
The police daydreaming of havin' me on that hood
Harrassin' me for I.D. and naggin' me cause they could
But i'm still blowin' wood
And grabbin' it out the jar
I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-

[Verse 2: Freeway]
My niggas move basil but for now they switched the way
Bring a brick around ya way
I got workers with the grill
I'm workin' with the steel
Say H-I- with the -K
And I'm G-A-M-E-
So please don't come around my way with the dumb shit
Bad place to visit you get ya son hit
Four fifth cock it and spit at you
Get ya car bombed, robbed jewels popped with a quickness
And we G-A-M-E-
We show no sympathy
Cops know how we ride they got it in for Free
He move keys through the land where they fathers die
He got a mill to see
F-R-E-E-
Hey guys i'm from 106 And Park
Before I pull you while you parked
Hit you with 106
One got a extra clip
Back against the shelves
And we G-A-M-E-
You came in here and hear
Uzi in here
Check
Nuzi in this bitch
Uzi got the Uzi Brother Nuzi got the fifth in here
Do you like the movie
Bring the toolys to the port and let G-O-O- guns

[Freeway]

 

[fox69]

"The Get Back (Southside In The House)"

"The Get Back (Southside In The House)"


[Intro:]
It's that Coke nigga...
That raw and uncut cut nigga...
Yeah...
It's a Two G Thing...

Southside in the houseee...
Grimey nigga on deck, more sex, more money, more sket
We on it nigga, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars
White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it nigga...

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Verse 1:]
Pink champagne and blood spill as I count my next mill
Frauds ballin' out with counterfeits I counter that with real
D-O-Double L-A-R, S Class chrome wheel
Why you liffin' up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel
Half of what you hear is real the other half just how they feel
How the fuck a nigga know the street and hardly play the field
They sorry baby I don't need a army just the steel
Teal Lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail
I'm shinin' in near a town near you, y'nah how I do
In a Fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue
I am great, how are you
G Unit Guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain't no way outta the crew
It's darker on the other side and death around the corner
Ain't a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my sonar
Louie V bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana
Life's a big bitch your honor can I deal with my own karma

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Verse 2:]
Life is what you make it, make your money quiet, I don't diet
I just eat, get head and fall asleep
Different path same street
Pillows and buried niggaz, niggaz pop kiss then speak, bitches line 'em up sweet
Chickens call me cool, my niggaz call me collect
I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat
Nigga I'm lappin', niggaz joggin', while you bloggin'
Two million dollar home and you been late on your apartment, your rent I'm sparkin'
Moe' pissin', dirty nigga, call me "Mr. Make The Numbers Match"
Ain't nothin' wrong with my arithma
Tick my shit don't tock them temper tantrums get you trampled
They won't do me in the barbershop, my barber got the blam too
Sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe
You can't wear that man shoe let's put 'em back on canned food
Nuttin' I can't do, ain't much I haven't seen
Who want his land blew, the fuck is you nigga

[Chorus:]
Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya
You won't live to play another nigga
Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop
Nigga run up on me wrong a nigga gon' get popped
Yeah, we throwin' money in the air
For them niggaz that ain't here, more power more fear
Yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
No pressure, no worries, no cares...

[Outro:]
I have dreams about the money
You haters can't do me nothin'...
I got so much money
I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...
I have dreams about the money
Niggaz can't do me nothin'...
I got a whole bunch of money...
I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...

 

[fox69]

"The Pulse"

"The Pulse"



Still don't nuttin move but the moolah
A-bomber with my Tommy, shit my view is with the jeweler
Gem star, cut off your tools, who wan' scuba?
Dive in these waters, piranha'll chew through ya
Might shave straight to the lamb, skip the schooler
(Boogie Night) days, put on my hand, a different buddha
Just a light phase, lunar in this world, you can all freeze
Beat it wit'cha small ki's, I leave 'em when I cross seas
Foul and say whatever I want, I got the right to
I hear the talk well bet they money come and go in cycles
Smack a hater with my off hand, cool as an orphan
Kill me you gotta kill them niggaz holdin up my coffin
And I'm FLOSS-ING, hey no trappin me while there's abortions
Get up OFF HIM, and realize that we're just talkin
in my chalk Benz, steering park lens, with the smart rims
Hit the pedal with my dark Timbs, make the car spin
Queens of the head shit, so e'ry day a holiday
Haulin like a Brinks truck, change like I got away
Fuck 'em all, all night, but they don't get the time of day
Big old diamonds out to play, killer mind behind the K
Talented at dream, I'ma will it to come
Don't care where they from, none them niggaz iller than son
I'm peelin for fun, that puts sour feelings in some
They dealin with crumbs, my cult follow into the slums
I ain't a breath of fresh air, I'm a hammer to the solar plex
Holdin up the city, damn I need a shoulder stretch
Brick full of gold already workin on a boulder next
They awesome with the talkin, but lackenin when it happenin
I'm swaggin, big body draggin through Manhattan
Yeah I'm independent but I'm livin like I'm platinum
What happened? You people fabricatin through your rappin
and I'm money bag draggin, player hater grab aspirin
You're slackin - here's a heat streak
You never seen heat and that's fuel to the fire, fool you the kerosene
Needle in my body, I'm forever Queens
Ghetto nigga, truth, field boots and my leather cream
Head in green, in meadow lean, my cheddar scream
loud as a rape victim, I'm pickin off your petty team
My style a loaded magazine, infraredded beam
Lean just a little to the left though to check my fresh

 

[fox69]

"The Reason"

"The Reason"


[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't... {SHIT IS CRAZY!}

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... {LLOYD BANK$! } you dooooon't... [scratches]

{Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... {CAN'T FORGET... } you dooooon't loooove me. {MONEY WRONG!}
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {DAMN!}
I don't wanna the reason why... {Y'ALL CAN'T STOP IT!} you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {"THISIS50.COM"!}
I don't wanna the reason why... you, you-you... [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - Throw up your double G's, they don't want no trouble please
Tooly in my dungaree's, I'm moody when it come to cheese.
Puttin' up the summer keys to cop another couple V's
Category comfort. - Puffin' on different color trees.
Hammers with the rubber sleeves, scramble when you come from Queens,
Gamble till you ass bet. - Assets and bundle dreams!
Swag probably? Cavale? I'm all about a Benji
Billion Dollar day dreams - girls flockin' a frenzy. [scream]
In my Bentley! - The gold digger see me and see Fendi;
Blue? - I see through 'em, I'm a gone - like a Hemmy!
Remy Martin with the Coke, got me on a slippery slope
Respect me cause if you don't, I won't help him. - He'll be smoked!
Catch me somewhere on the boat, yellow gold canary rope
Stretchin' out your shorty puss' pokin' out your shorty throat.
I'm a fiend for success, yes! An addict for the wealth
Save a nigga the jailtime you bought a 'matic yourself. [echoes]

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. [scratches]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I don't wanna the reason why... you, you-you...

[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - What I do for a nigga that don't do for himself?
I never mind 'em! - Fish tail or Coupe on a belt.
Momma's diamond, I flew from the stoop to the shelf,
Now it's everythin designer Louis shoes and I felt.
One of my homies told me he ain't really stressin' if he live a lot,
A couple weeks later - he's government candlelit the block.
Little niggas pitchin' rock. - And their little sister hot!
Cause it ain't no "Mr. Home" - public assistance drop!
I'm walkin' anywhere, pick a spot, I be there
Nigga reconcile the mommies won't slide me in.
Cartridges and Cardier. - It ain't cool to party here
You gon' need a army Tommy-gun - and survival gear.
Hate me? - I don't care! Catch me at the bank, (uh!)
Presidential roll up especially out the tank!
Niggaz hoppin' hood to hood they ain' even in one set,
I spot a cow from a mile, I ain't missed one yet! - Yep!

[Chorus: Female sings]
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {THEY CAN'T STOP IT!}
I don't wanna the reason why... you dooooon't loooove me. {"SHADYVILLE.BIZ"!}
I don't wanna the reason why... {"COLD CORMER"!} you dooooon't caaaaaaaare. {"HALLOWEEN HAVOC"!}
I don't wanna the reason why... {"PLK"!} you, you-you... {LLOYD BANk$! } [blast] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"The Rush"

"The Rush"


[Intro:]
Nah-hah!
I don't do all that talking, man; it's it's... one way or the other.
You comin' or you gonna watch another bitch leave with me, you know the rush?
That's the way shit go, hehe!
I'm a fuckin rapstar! {MO MONEY!}

[Verse:]
Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the range
First class seat but this WestCoast ain't the same.
The rap game'll bring stress, fortune and fame
An' slow drive-bys like when they aired out Kane. [gunshot] {DAMN!}
I'm in the S-5-5 with blew out chains
You body me, you body them - an' they pull out prayin'.
My only wish is to find ya catcher,
Lay your ass on a stretcher.
Betcha, getcha - ass out the hood! {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
All I got is rap an for that - I spazz out for good.
That's my income; it keeps me in paz an Hollywood, I'm hardly home,
When I leave the club the party gone.
An' I'm pissy of petroleum trying get my own home.
My name's Bank$ baby! {HAHA!} - I'm top rank lady.
I gotta go grab your coat itch you ain't crazy. {DAMN!}
I speed-off - gainin' and rushin' to bend her over sumthin',
Then I'm bumpin'! - The volumes to the Max and I'm frontin'.
All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel
And I'm driftin' in an out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel.
A couple of miles later {Whooooooooo!} I'll be comin' on the grill
Then it's back to the hotel to chill. - Ma' give you the rush!

[Chorus:]
Damn maaaaaa'...
That lil' outfit got my 3rd hand hiiiigh.
And I need you to understand IIIIIIIIIII {SADA POP!}
Really ain't got a lot o' time, bitch shout ya mind. - It's meeee!

Damn Blood!
Don't you wanna get out of them handcuffs?
I ain't gon' love you like your man doooeeees
I ain't gotta lot of time - Bitch shout ya miiiind! [car tires squeal] [shot] [beat stops]
{Whoooooooooo}

 

[fox69]

"The Shitty City"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"The Shitty City"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Intro:]
Whoooooooooo!

[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Ladies and gentlemen...
Allow me to introduce you to...
The boy that bring the chedda in...
When you thought they was used to you... {DAMN! }
Nigga just when you thought it was safe I came back (uh!)
Brand new track! - Mack [gun cocks] and made that! [blast]

[Lloyd Bank$]
Uh! - Hey sorry for the weeks you had
I know these other albums that made you mad. (uh!)
You ain't heard me this raw since +The Hunger For More+ (uh!)
The player haterz don't want the Boywonder to score. (fuck!)
If you can't take the fouls get the hell up out the game (uh!)
Cause that comes with it when you yellin' out my name, (what?)
Duke couldn't cope with the pressure or handle wall of fame! (uh!)
Fell in love with a stripper - like T-Pain! (haha!)
I'm foc-us-ing, dudes so lame, what's his name? (uh!)
I don't remember! - He went as fast as he came! (whoo!)
Buck know the story you can ask him the same (yeah!)
He used to get his tip on - his ass is a flame! (yeah!) {DAMN! }
I got a statue on my neck so if the talks come through
And I gotta leave out the country New York comes too. (New York comes too)
Enough with all the talkin' about what you gon' do
We got those too! - Nigga you old school! [gunshot] {NON STOP! }
You shakin' in your shoes like you seen the dead (yeah!)
Probably gotta sleep and moan now cause you pee the bed. [sniiiiiiiff]
I don't come with excuses I bring the heat instead [gun cocks]
Catch him comin' out the radio station and paint his head! [blast] {HAHA! }
You turn jelly when you start to do your thing and ya (thing and ya!)
Blowin' 20s, now Martin Luther King! (uh!)
Especially when your blue rocks sparkle and they bling (uh!)
I looked like I rubbed magic marker on the ring. (uuuuuuuuuuuu-ooooooohhhh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
Nigga my crew colour champagne solar
With more whips than a slave owner. (uh-huh!) - I drop game on ya! (uh-huh!)
I came up with the water leakin' (yeeah!)
The half black half Puerto Rican! - Ready for all the beefin'! (yeah!)
I watched who you beefed with niggaz'll call a precinct (uh-huh!)
And you be headed outta town this weekend. (yeah!) {WHOO! }
Everythin' that glitters ain' gold! - This platinum!
Made nigga don't deserve to get punched - just smack him! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Every bitch don't deserve to get lunch. - Jus Mack 'em! (damn!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
She's only puttin' up with my shit cause I'm rappin'! (I know!)
And everybody know the young boy stackin' (yeeah!)
And Spider ridin' around with the Glock! [gun cocks, gunshot] {DAMN! }

[Bridge: 50 Cent]
Guns and ammo kid I damage shit, (shit...)
Be careful how you mention me! (mention me...)
Nigga when that Hammer spit, [blast]
The Nozzle's lit - take cover by a car or tree. {DAMN! }

[50 Cent:]
I come through your hood - they see me with my whoo-bop-pop
Walkin' strapped! [2 gun cocks] - Now I wanna see who's shit talkin'
Cause I rap and they rap it ain't the same
Till I snap and I clap and blow out his brains {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I'm still hungry nigga! [blast] - I'll come for you boyy!
What you think the gloves the mask and the ducktape for
Probably homicide still flashin' my flick,
My allaby air tight so GET OFF MY DICK!
Look now I know my rights I'm pleadin' Fif'
And I kick your ass you hit me with that stick. {PRETTY SHA! }
I'm sorry Mr. Officer the blocks locked down,
Your partners been hit. - He layin' on the ground.
His lil' Vest couldn't stop a' AK round! [automatic gunshots]
If it was a .38 or a Tre Pound [gunshot]
A nickle .fo'-fo' he'll still be around. {DAMN! }
He on the corner more than me his heart hangin' out!

[Outro: 50 Cent]
OOHHH!
GGG-GGG G-UNit!
Nigga!
It's 50! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! }
Ahh man! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Ha!
Yeeesssss!
Whooohooo! {+MO MONEY+! }
Ahhhuummmmmm!
I'm feelin it!
Bank$ I can feel the money comin'...
Hahaha!
They thought it was over... It's gonna get worse!
Hahaha!
You know I'm startin' to feel like...
I don't have to think no more to do this shit!
See that? ! [gunshot]
DAMN!