I don’t break

Lyrics

Intro: Wooo! Wooo!... Yea-Yeah.. Queens Yeaah.. Queens [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Fuck the limelight and the streamers I influence the dreamers Think like a genius A wizard, like Arenas Just me and my ninas One shotgun The other one's by the penis Only balls come between us There's a million fish in the water and i'm workin' the waves Man my G will make a mermaid open her legs And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups Clear like the system out the Phantom with the top cut Pop what? Pop up and get popped on Kind of like hot corn Bye don(by dawn), your block gone A quarter mill to rock on Heated seats i'm warm I'm strong, rap don, icon, slash pipe bomb To get my right hand back, I give my right arm Gangstas don't mourn all night long Right?, wrong! Now the industry is shakey as ever And everybody ass kissin' ain't makin' it better Life's a bitch don't let her Slow down your cheddar You win some, you lose some go down? no never Whatever Ain't shit really changed niggas still actin' If you really had that many bricks you'd be still trappin' I must got dummy on my fitted Man fuck a rap buddy any one of ya'll can get it All money ain't good money but I want it You can give me a blood diamond with blood on it I'll wipe the blood off it Clean it and cut it 'till it shine then floss it I'm on my New York Shit I was cool 'n somewhere down the line I lost it Ain't have to raise my hand, they forced it [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound Something just went down Its hot out there, its hot out there, yeah, yeah My cell phones ringing Cause the birds are singing And the messages is filled with hate But I won't break, I don't break, I don't break [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] You haters can't stand it But I'm G Unit branded Thats what I ride for, go in the can with Don't run up on me with the Van Dam shit All mean muggin' when you really a fan shit I rather go out in a blaze your honor, fuck it Bury me in a Benz with big rims A pair of black Timbs and the Beverly Twins Money, Mac-10 and the heaviest gem In nineteen-eighty two I came through Bird's eye view In a Cortez shoe South Side nigga, nigga who the fuck are you? You in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin' I can do Next time bring ya thing, matter fact bring troo Niggas is old waitin' for dreams to come true I lost half a crew 'fore I turned twenty-two So I live life doin' whatever I wan' do.. Buu! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] My cell phones ringing Cause the birds are singing And the messages is filled with hate But I won't break, I don't break, I don't break Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound Something just went down Its hot out there, its hot out there, yeah, yeah