[Lloyd Banks]
So you say you a gangsta, riiight
Are you really a rider, yeeaa
You don´t take shit from no one, nooo

And got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let´s go

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I´ll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the ´69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
My head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain´t running from nothing, it´s top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field

I ain´t tough for the tube, I´ll smack yall for real
Go ´head hate on me now, you´ll miss a nigga later
I´m hood like bulletholes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I can´t sleep

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I´m on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don´t come ´round here, guns ammunition don´t run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he won´t see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd banks]
I ain´t even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner
I´m a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain´t a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on ´em
Evisu´s and Red Monkey with the monkey on ´em
Shelves´ll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don´t tolerate the cock-blocking out the bricks

We got fif´s with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth bitch, there´s rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I´m on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don´t come ´round here, guns ammunition don´t run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he won´t see tomorrow

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed

And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that´ll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I´m a fucking Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don´t cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I´m gone
I´m in a class all by myself
I´ll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
I wish you would try jump me, I´ll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by tryna blast me
Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi

[Chorus]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I´m on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don´t come ´round here, guns ammunition don´t run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow