I keep my hip on pound Cause chickens hectic in my town Drag my family with me cause that´s how real niggas get down (gea) If it wasn´t for 50 I probably wouldn´t be around (gea) Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea) If for that if you snap a finger and I´ll lay a nigga down (whoo) It´s fucked up when you´re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh) A hood rat will put a future in a fool´s pants Till she find out you can´t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh) A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don´t like surprises
When you hot as an oven they with open arms When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don´t need ya Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh) Never mind all the haters fuck´em all let them die slow All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)
[CHORUS x2]
Everybody gon´ die one day Whether it´s natural cause it´s a gunplay But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
[VERSE 2]
Don´t blame me Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh) The game needed this Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don´t feed a bitch Don´t need a bitch I stay there when I need a bitch You want a trick you need to switch Cause I don´t think you could beat this bitch (whoa) This is all I gotta have to blow So whether it´s fast or slow Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh) Pop the back Pass the dro Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee) You gotta agree These motherfuckas will probably find Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me We on top as far as I can see And since the hood watching me My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn) I´m the #1 draft pick none of ya´ll are topping me (uh huh) I move around with the plastic you ain´t dropping me (uh huh) They show me love on my city They fuckin with me and I´m fuckin with them Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)
[CHORUS x2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) And you´ll no longer be walkin (walkin) Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)