! I do it for his block! I do it for this block! {"Cold corner"! } I do it for his block! {Damn! } I do it for this block! [Verse:] Ugh! - I do it like
point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Come on, nigga, I
ghetto I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin Buicks I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it
they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for them and I ain't even from there Now bust a shot for them boys on the block I can feel your pain nigga, I
] I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I'll pop some through ya Dirty is what I'll do ya I-I'll use
Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get it My truck an AK can hit it Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom So Im gettin ass
show they blow us, and do all type of shit to us Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys We move
it look cool to wear band aids I'm blowin' on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd
,i would hop in my Impala and ride all throught tha night that gave my homeboy life so when u do it do it right,my fingernails still filled with cocaine residue,i
later I read your head, you be a Robin I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin' You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin' I do it for
wait for the album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the
chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it Came with two hundred, ***** this
, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it
plaques Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I
more than 50 Cent to play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain I was in the fast
When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant, Now I understand, it's starting to make sense. Now the whole world know why I took the 'I' out of G-Unit
they blow us, and do all type of shit to us Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys We move
