Ain’t No Click

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks] Yeah, nigga! We fuckin' back! Hunger for More! Tony's Home! Yo, Banks, I told these niggas man (Ya'll done fucked up now) [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Ain't No click like the one I'm wit' If the drama gets thick, it's the guns I get (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down) We gettin' dough everywhere we go And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin where you from, sit down! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] By now, I know you done seen me On your stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV I skeet babies on ya breezy And I ain't' stoppin' Only jake or Jacob could freeze me Squeeze me, and it's bye bye gone We got guns like Popeye's arm I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin' Cause there's one on all of mine, I'm the rap Phil Jackson I built the rep for murder on every Whoo Kid Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it; the kid tight And you ain't' even put up a fight, so it's back to the amateurs Wrappin' your sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats want to stand wit' us They hop in the van wit' us and clap on cameras I hit the clubs, now I'm back tourin' Canada's Amongst weed smokers and crap-floor gamblers [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Ain't No click like the one I'm wit' If the drama gets thick, it's the guns I get (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down) We gettin' dough everywhere we go And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin where you from, sit down! [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Make sure the birds don't get brought to him I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom Go 'head, try to do me harm, soldier And you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch That was gangbangin' when Jaws was a Goldfish I've been named New York's screamin' on the street For bullying the baseline and leanin' on the beat I'm well known now so you see me on the creep Schemin' on a freak, fan base leanin' on the jeep They walkin' wit the fire So if you say Banks in you verse, then you better be talkin' 'bout Tyra From P.A. to L.A., Atlanta to Texas Nashville to Memphis, my buzz is tremendous I pass through the city slow, but hit the gas on a silly hoe Bounce like ass in my video [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo] Ain't No click like the one I'm wit' If the drama gets thick, it's the guns I get (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down) We gettin' dough everywhere we go And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) (Ayo Banks let me put some work in, it's been awhile) If you ain't reppin where you from, sit down! [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro My clique eat like the Twelve Holy Apostles And bust down models And plushed out Tahoes Jewels froze, look like we hit the lotto P89; my clip filled wit' hollows Stunt in the club - get hit wit' yellow bottles Don't speak ma, if ya neck don't swallow Cause 50 push Bentleys and Dre push Diablos That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow Scrooge McDuck stays swimmin' in my cash flow Yay' rap is crack, and I got the best blow - best flow Banks' put me in the booth; let's go Think like Cestro; the games in a lasso Jump in the Benz without snaps on the petro' God gave me this flow, so I am special In 16 bars, nigga, I'm finished; finito! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Ain't No click like the one I'm wit' If the drama gets thick, it's the guns I get (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down) We gettin' dough everywhere we go And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now) G-Unit niggas is runnin' this shit (Now) If you ain't reppin where you from, sit down! [Outro: Tony Yayo] We told y'all motherfuckers, man Ya'll niggas look like us, smell like us, but y'all not us, man! Lloyd Banks, Hunger For More! We back nigga! 50 the General! Young Beezy Buck! Game! Rap game is ours nigga! Hunger For More! Rider music, nigga! This for them gangstas, them generals, and them comrades! Uh-huh! This is rider music! Ha ha hah!