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[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeahhhhh Uh Yeah, I like the way (Yeah) that sound Uh-uh, n-n, (Yeah) n-now Check [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Nigga, you feelin' like a frog? Then jump One leap will bring you from bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump on a slope Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want Don't cha? This ain't the typical story Therefore, I don't fall in the category I'm cool, calm and collective Yukon or tha Lexus, blue chronic for breakfast to match with the necklace Dimes hold me down, so the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist Especially, if you rest next to me Nigga come testin' me, you get the gun recipe (Pop) These old niggas want the new boy sound Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down Yeah I used to buy Nic's Ten years later, now I'm superfly slick Without a roof on my whip, shit I sip a hundred-proof 'til I'm ripped And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick Tough niggas like to make a scene so the llama's close That kind of shit don't fly like mamma jokes We got 'em long, short, all kinda toast Boy, I done left shit trails all around the coast To places you get around by boat, I get a pound, I smoke I put it down, I'm dope I'm on scope when I pass the block I make traffic stop, a product of everything that made the apple rot This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques The pro tools and the wax Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact The flow's like an M16 with an arm-strap I'ma bomb on niggas until they can't bomb back The Hiroshima demeaner, microphone crack [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A lot of shit changed since I came Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn Rob a store before you walk around poor 'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy You fuelin' up my fire when you hate So I'ma lean on ya 'til you make a mistake (I can't wait) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Until the curtains close It's just me, the tooly an' them purple O's Endo overload, drive like I own the roads These niggas is pus', that's why my shoulders cold Mac by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer' 'Cause I can have Limina Calina bring to a misdemeanour You drown in deep water, any nigga around come form the street corner Where you need your heat on ya I'm on recline while my next CD climbs Southside, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind Why, it ain't an easy grind A nigga try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine And it's graffiti time, niggas sprayin' ya mural For tryna be a motherfuckin' hero I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy, if you ask me Jet by on 'em nasty, nigga you in a taxi (I can't wait) [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] A lot of shit changed since I came Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn Rob a store before you walk around poor 'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy You fuelin' up my fire when you hate So I'ma lean on ya 'til you make a mistake (I can't wait) [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Ha-Ha! Yeah! Uh! G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Raw!