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[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah.. Uh (Yeah) I like the way that sound Uh Uh N-N-Now (Low Down..) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Check, n***a ya feelin like a frog then jump One leap will bring you from bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump I'mma rain on em, put the chump a slump Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want Don't cha, this ain't the typical story Therefore I don't fall in the category I'm cool calm and collective Yukon or tha Lexus, blue chronic for breakfast To match with the necklace Dimes hold me down so the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist Especially if you rest next to me n***a come testin' me, you get the gun recipe (Pop) These old n***as want the new boy sound Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down Yeah I used to buy Nic's Ten years later now I'm superfly slick Without a roof on my whip, sh** I sip a hundred-proof til' I'm ripped And wave at the haters who got a root can*l sick Tough n***as 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close That kind of sh** don't fly like mamma jokes So they got em long-short, all kinda toast Boy I dun left sh** trails all around the coast To places you get around 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, be long before the platinum plaques The pro tools and the wax Take a step back before you catch a contact The flows like an M16 with an arm-strap I'mma bomb on n***as until they can't bomb back The Hiroshima demeaner, microphone crack [Hook: Lloyd Banks] All of sh** changed since a came Alot came round here, f**in' up the game Therefore I ain't servin nothin but the pain You playin, I'm hungry than a mahf**er' mayn' Rob a store before you walk around poor Cuz' you ain't gettin' nothin' from me you grown boy You fuelin' up my fire when you hate So I'mma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake (I can't wait) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Until the curtains close It's just me, the tooly n them purple O's Endo overload, Drive like I own the roads These n***as is pus' that's why my shoulders cold Mac by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer' Cuz' I can have Limina Calina bring to a mister meaner You drown in deep water, any n***a around come form the street corner Where you need your heat on ya I'm on recline, 'til my next CD climbs Southside, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind Why, it ain't an easy grind A n***a try to get mine, I'mma feed him nine And it's graffiti time, n***aaz sprayin ya mural For try'na by 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) [Hook] [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Ha-Haa! Yeah! Uh! G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit! Raw!