Lloyd Banks - Not Without My Glock lyrics

I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here Well, n***a let's get one thing clear I don't leave the block without my glock Is it because I'm standing with yo b**h? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Don't think you're leavin' here with this I don't leave the block, without my glock I'm on another level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed Strapped under this, raps hungriest, top soloist, hopped over this Cheap imitations try, couldn't find an ice pop colder b**h Wires get tap, your rep can't control the snitch Which means I'm in the bing if I throw 'em bricks I dump karats and ring overflow the wrists Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss Look money ain't a thing thought I told them this Yo ball big as yao ming I'ma soldier miss Only problem in hip hop is waiting No when that bu*ter, I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin' So look sloppy so I stop get the rolly fitted Got a fanbase in the towns that think kobe did it Them dickriders on the block and they starvin' Gimme a year, I'll be rockin' the garden They'll still be in the bricks, same b**h, same sloppy apartment Bubble gum on the top of your carpet Food stains in your clothes They can't catch him, dude changin' his flows More than his hoes, just got a Range and a Rose And these hoes didn't always love me, I was pissin' them off 'Cause you got to f** Banks before you get to the boss Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross To see me blow, is like vice grips on your balls I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here Well, n***a let's get one thing clear I don't leave the block without my glock Is it because I'm standing with yo b**h? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Don't think you're leavin' here with this I don't leave the block, without my glock I was destined to swim backwards in cash Since the day I was smacked in the a** Give me that blue push in the booth and I'll be back in a flash First week I'll be platinum and half going hard in the yard I'm still hungry like I'm back in the draft Same sh**ty attitude, Cadillac and the Stash It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclinded And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes Now a days n***as tell, your own boss set you up Like Avon and Stringerbell I'm from the ghetto like Akon, so bring a l You're worthless, like a weddin' ring in a cell Hell, all day I'm blowin' dope, see the aroma on my coat? It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke When I toat, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter For every mother and daughter that died in that water For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps 'Cuz every bar hit ya, hard as an Muhammad Ali punch My b**h got an a** about as wide as an tree trunk She hit once, I think about her for 3 months Don't you know my n***a l pop off wigs? Leave 'em in the gra** and say hi to their kids Yeah I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here Well, n***a let's get one thing clear I don't leave the block without my glock Is it because I'm standing with yo b**h? Or got all these stones on my wrists? Don't think you're leavin' here with this I don't leave the block, without my glock Yeah, Lloyd Banks n***a, ganggreen Ya know the team G-Unit Shady, it's over, nothin' else wins