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[Intro: Lloyd Banks] We wanna kill you We wanna kill you [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Ay, the game is survival (Yeah) You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you They gon' have to revive you If I slide through (Yeah) I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!) You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh) You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh) I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh) Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh) We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh) But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah) You niggas can't eat no more, or Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw' I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah) Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah) I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah) A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah) Just got a new calico and a tech Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah) Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah) The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah) Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah) She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!) Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!) Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!) Car cold handle on a European door Niggas gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh) Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (Nigga) Green and white bows with the matching valour (Nigga) Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw [Bridge: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo] You niggas better move, man, when we come through the door Movin' with the Uz' man, you'll be a body on the floor We don't abide by the rules and we break any fuckin' law (What!) You niggas gon' lose, man (What else!) (Here we go) [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Yeah Yeah, yo, I'm on the flyin spurs shit, chinchilla that fur shit 40 cal watch me (I ain't lyin') merc shit Niggas out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun Labels eatin' off of garbage (Ha ha) like some damn raccoons Clap all ya goons (Blat), I'm the devil in disguise Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes (Bling) G-Unit is the team we the hottest group out (You know that) Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead O.G's doin' life, young boys in the feds Tough times don't last, tough people do (What!) Crack and rap money that's my revenue And you wanna stick who? What the fuck is you thinkin'? 100 dollars from my ATM'll have you stinkin' My chain blingin', VVS stones, it's all good Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood Yeah! [Outro: Tony Yayo] Rotten Apple nigga, comin this Summer I don't give a fuck who you are What label you on, when Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gang Green, you better push back, nigga! Ya heard?! You could be on Interscope, you could be on Def Jam, nigga! And if I get off parole I'm off parole, if I get off this probation ya'll niggas is in trouble, man For real Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple, nigga, the hottest shit out! Mothafucker! Mixtape is better than ya mothafuckin' album Tired of these mothafuckin' niggas, man Yo Banks man Fuckin' run New York, nigga, you know what time it is 50 wattup, Buck wattup!