Lloyd Banks - Change lyrics

Yea uh I like the way that sounds Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now Check Check n***a you feelin' like a frog when you jump One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump I'm a rain on em, put the chump on a slump Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want Don't ya?, This ain't ya typical story The fore I don't fall in the category I'm cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist Especially, if ya rest next to me n***a come testin' me you'll get the gun recipe These old n***as want the new born sound Actin' like they don't know who hold New York down Yea I use to buy Knick's, ten years later Now I'm super fly slick without a roof on my whip, sh** I slip 100 proof till I'm ripped And wave at the haters, got em root can*l sick Tell me you n***as like to make a scene so the lamas close That kind of sh** don't fly like Mama jokes We got em long, short, all kind of toast Boy I done left sh** trails all around the coast To places you gettin' 'round by boat I get a pound, I smoke, I put it down, I'm dope I'm on scope when I pa** the block, I make traffic stop A product of everything that made the apple rot This apple jacks, way long before the platinum plaques The pro-tools and the wax Take a step back before ya catch a contact The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped I'm a bomb on these n***as till they can't bomb back The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack [Chorus] A lot of sh** has changed since I came Y'all done came around here f**in' up the game Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain You playin', I'm hungrier than a motherf**a' man Rob a store before you walk around poor Cause you ain't gettin' from me you grown boy You fuelin' up my fire when you hate So I'm a lean on you till you make a mistake I can't wait And to the curtains close Its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's, Endo overload, drive like I own the roads These n***as is puss, that's why my shoulders cold Mac by the toilet bowl I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer Cause I can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor You drown in deep water Every n***a around come from the street corner Where you need your heat on ya I'm on recline while my next CD climb South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9 N-Y-P-D grind, why?, it ain't a easy grind A n***a try to get mine I'm a feed him nine And its graffiti time, n***as sprayin' your mural For tryin' to be a motherf**in' hero I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me Jet by on em nasty, n***a you in a taxi I can't wait [Chorus] Ha ha ha Yea, ugh, G,G,G,G,G-Unit Boy