s n blood in the sand game n you know what go cop 50 x 50 book too man know what iam bout that ha dj whoo kid fat joe ive got you babby damnnnnnnnnnn
Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks
You move I'll blow your brains Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It's 50 nigga You fuckin wit him right? I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you
man, yo sneaker look white yo Just cant believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho Banks is a sure thing, y'all niggaz might blow Im fendin to drop that, so i suggest you
niggaz I'm hot, they already know I got big rooms with walk-in closets It looks like Foot Locker when you walk inside it You're dead broke so you can
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this
to tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre I want to know the whole of the city with you A Nat West, Barclays, Midlands, Lloyds Use a bank
you art, but you just pick it apart So I see I have to start, showing you fuckin' old farts, A whole other side, I wanted to not show you So you know you're not dealing
cadet; atten-HUT! Yayo you punk-ass bitch I know you can't wait to get off house arrest nigga So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot [Chorus
's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When you get to the projects ask for Black You know what you started with give him half of that He gon give you
Just take this as a warning don't flinch men Wear yur rag, you one I know? No!! You know bep do, you bang east coast? No!! Have you ever had 164 No!!
cup Hold your fuckin bottle up, I really want a model but You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut I'm just playin, unless you gon' do it You
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT [Chorus] [Young Buc] Chain so icy, you don't have to like me In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes I know you
be good to you) And I'll be good to you I'll treat you how you need to be treated (You got to be good to me) You got to be all I need you to be baby (
? You know, you actin' like you don't know.. We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know.. Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don
you don't know Who run it? You know, you acting like you don't know We run it You know but you acting like you don't know You know, you acting like you