Lloyd Banks - Warrior Part 2 lyrics

[Eminem: Intro] Whoo! Remix! Lloyd Banks! Ha ha! [Eminem: Verse 1] It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It's like a joke — he's like a king but he don't rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the j**ellery He don't want the ring, don't want the loot — he's in it for the sport Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ignorant, but you can try to sell him short But you can't f** with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it [Nate Dogg: Chorus] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't nothing to be makin' n***as paranoid Hit your corner wit' my weapon — I don't need my boys I'm doin' a hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing Don't give a f** about you s**ers — gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Lloyd Banks: Verse 2] He's straight out of a neighborhood where n***as hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while he's loungin' in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand when a n***a skate Houses with a bigger gate. Houndin' hims a big mistake He won't surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break 'Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz 'til where you gotta mention his name When you discussin' the illest players that's in the game And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them G-Unit Records — ain't no motherf**in' stoppin' them [Nate Dogg: Chorus] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't nothing to be makin' n***as paranoid Hit your corner wit' my weapon — I don't need my boys I'm doin' a hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing Don't give a f** about you s**ers — gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [50 Cent: Verse 3] He's no magician — man, the kid makes somethin' out of nothin' So now n***as from his 'hood act like he owe 'em somethin' They talk crazy 'til he send n***as to where to buck 'em Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say, "Nah, it's nothin'" He was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted — f** 'em He don't care how they feel, they can hate him or love him He hold his own; on his own the kid is really thuggin' He's rich now, he ain't changed so n***as think he buggin' He bulletproof everything case n***as try an' buck him Keep two pistols on his hip, I show you where he tuck 'em n***as say they gon' get at him, but they can't touch him Try to catch him slippin', they creepin' — he start bustin' [Nate Dogg: Chorus] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't nothing to be makin' n***as paranoid Hit your corner wit' my weapon — I don't need my boys I'm doin' a hundred an' twenty in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing Don't give a f** about you s**ers — gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Nate Dogg: Outro] I can give you n***as somethin' you can talk about I can turn your smile upside-down You ain't no G — you a f**in' clown I can take your girl and turn her out Don't hold it in — let it all out I can give you f**ers something to be mad about Invite her in — send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth