[Verse 1 :LLoyd Banks]
Spendin' This Cake like im Hoopin' Im a Basket Case
Guardin' the Bank is a Long shot with Masking Tape
This my f**in' Year Dog New n***as gon' have to Wait
Bad b**hes and addresses, a bachelor's fate
My shades Seven, My Chain Dumb , My Jacket Eight
Racks on the peddle yellow Bezel cause it match the plates
Banks Stick and move Boy , you blockin like winky wright
Ill have her on the sink with a wink n***a you blink she pipe
Jewler Got my neck, Wrist, and pinky bright
Shorty you ain't thinkin' like im thinkin' you ain't thinkin' right
Picture Me summer time wheelin' chrome huntin' something pretty down with the k**a dome
Different women every night but I'm still alone
I don't need the she-say f**in' up my chillin' zone
Two doors and j**els Half a million shown
Get her in the villa and im feeling on her silicone
That girl ain't sh** if he knew he probably split a bone
Married so she mops me off in the car when her n***a home
Wet and wild groupie lovin in the tub bent countin' so much money up I dun rubbed off a thumb print
I'm about a buck pimp soft leather tough bent im a trip to the movies every one in the club went
I'm cookin' up a plot to get the wuap
Brought my enterprise in the spot then set up shop
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You n***as playin', I'm just sayin'
You ain't gonna get no help out here, you make the bed you lay in
n***as tried to push me out, I'mma make my way in
Sour D and Kush me out and I'm stayin'
You know there ain't nothin free; if you here, then you payin'
You really shouldn't f** with me
If you stare then I'm sprayin'
Misery loves company, so we gonna put your name in
Once a snake, always fake, no explanin'
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Everybody's petty for the feddi you get buried
Ain't nobody worried we done been to hell and back
Boat, plane, helicopter, let my soul propel the track
n***as barkin' hardly flossin'just a soldier selling packs
Cult full of lyricists k**in' sh** I'm the mastermind
‘99 prepared buzz here like I traveled back in time
Everybody rappin' like they ridin' I'm the traffic bomb
Tick tick boom on ya playa, who you pa**in' on?
Sure to pa** ‘em when I beat it I ain't greedy either
Send Mac slip the lil' homies DVD it
G's by the 40 got ya shorty actin' naughty
League full of shooters that's lookin' to score before me
b**h you know I'm sporty j**elry gaudy when you saw me
Only swim with the cap it ain't mine take me to Maury
The goons got love for me pop the stories out ya baldy
Hope it's worth a mil' maybe more when you record me
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