) we're always running from your gun and always ducking when we hear your bullets spray from the gun that goes bang and boom and another body hits
drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up Cause uh somethin' smells a lil fishy And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me So homie come get
spit And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a scrap an then it isn't crap is it? Hip
your knot Outlaw mafia click moving up another knotch And your [? pop stars pops? ] and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and
if he got a car that i can borrow Im inpatient like a money hungry rap star I jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar The mack i have his brains
Gimme his watch and his chain We not the same, he a lame He want pussy I'm bout my money man Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick Threw a 7 so
boy wanna pick up the mic and try to run with the big boys and live up to the real hype But that's like pickin up a ball, playin with Mike Swingin
ask somebooooody about me And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big
pictures And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches Egomaniac, lil' homies call me brainiac Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't a knack So take a
, I may be... a lil' small and all that But I'm 'bout war, totin' a gat, flippin' a car and all that Now freeze! Me and my g's hitchyour hood like fleas
to kill a man Run in his house and kidnap the nigga, him and his fam Tie em up put em in the vans, then put a gat in his drawers ... tch, one move blow
cap three at the first coward I up and see I'ma bust the piece and knock his body a couple of feet When I rush your front door, you get a few to your
ll quit and go and sell a million bricks I sticks to what I love, and that's the street And stay away from what I hate, and that's police And I keep a
liable to catch me speedin' up the six, or beatin' up a chick or standin' over a stove, sweatin', heatin' up a brick And we keep the hustlin' slick, and
runs up If the nigga loveless (like me) would have his guns up Just because of the simple fact that I'm a Hot Boy,... ...and got boys that got toys to
the nasty I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and ashtrays Branson and hashy, ?? and wrap somethin And burn the place, ya heard me [Nelly] Watch me load up