gone colder than Atticans yard [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] I only been in the game for a year it aint changed but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range I
Mr. Do It First, oh you like that? I got that just to do a verse. And I stack cause I'm after the bread, I got a G for every bump on your face and every
Yeah--Oh yeah! You motha fuckas ride with me, Oh yeah. They know I got that High with me. Oh yeah. This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
I'm fresh of the corner shorty let me warn ya Imma put it on ya till you drop [Verse 1] I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby? its a new year and
you won't believe what they do for cock I hit the telly thrash and slide off before the rooster crock pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac don
't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for
far I wanna go, time to do my thing yeah I'ma do my thing baby watch me do my thing and now I work them ends I'm still out here with my bling dirty than
mami i don't dance, i rock, i bop i half a ounce of sticky in my sock, i'm hot if i like it i'ma cop it on the spot, why not these haters still won't
's I guess this ain't somethin' for the radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I wan-na shine Nigga don't make me re-sort to crime I
for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man [Lloyd Banks] Yall done fucked up now Yee! Yeeeeee! {Tony Yayo] Here We go [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
I get jumped I let the semi leak yup I am very cheap but I stay fly every week get high every day Marajuana heavy weight, nigga I stunt I aint off beat I
how i'm doing this If I get board, i'm gonna call Jacob, tell put a little brew in this Haters wanna ruined this Cause I get paid and I walk around high
it dawned on 'em; (uh!) The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em! {BRING IT BACk! } I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em
, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it
Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share your brain I was in the fast lane before
plaques Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I
gotta wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump
verse It don't really matter the way I say it it works First I play in ya shirt then I play around in ya purse [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] I'm fly like an eagle