Lloyd Banks - Anti-Freeze lyrics

[Verse 1: Maino] Maino hustle hard, better pray to god I swear to god, Lames better play they part It's going down, I run this town I'm here now, let's get it! Black flag, Black tee, shooters in a black truck Diamonds on, getting money, haters on my right nut Left arm automa bezzle look like falling stars Fifty shot Calico, n***as better call on God I'm the one they fear reason why they're running scared Do it Mob style, bullet right behind his head I declare I'm the king of Kings County Stand up n***a why these haters can't down me Look around I round the town these other n***as clowns see Go ahead let him talk slick I bet I make his mouth bleed Homie we strong, these rap n***as peeons They cuddle with the same b**hes I pee on Brick getters getting bread in rainy weather My white girl savetta and it go panamera I'm a don b**h miss me with that nonsense .44 holster underneath my armpit f** n***a the reason to love n***as My last homie snaked me that's why I don't trust n***as Straight to the devil is where I took them f** what you heard I run Brooklyn [Hook] Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be The baddest thing happening since King had a dream Cooler then antifreeze dammit these rappers be The baddest thing happening since King had a dream [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Can;t stop too much cream veiw me on your movie screen Got the sweater, got the hat, sneaker, and the Gucci jeans Sicker than I used to be, time to get them used to Queens Flawless b**hes usually turn them all into super fiens Mamy i'm the coolest from PYT's to cougars The haters remorse they can D-I-E from rugers n***a say hello to Judahs, genius how I do this Cleanest pictures standing out of Beemers with the blue wrist Shorty keep my name low till my name, tell honey my angle I'm touring and she taking off her leggings on the table p**y popping on the Skyp, crustin' on the phone I'ma f** her with my freestyle going off the dome I got her smoking weed now, she's glowing off patron Kush cologne, weirdo when I push my poem, cripple chrome In my Queens, Manhattan, Staten Island, Bronx, and Brooklyn zone And I'm Nina packing, paper staking, b**h go get your own!