[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a
put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd Bank
get in tha way of my bread Then I'm 'gon load my shit then cock my shit Nigga trip I'll come for yo head (Lloyd Bank$) I'm comin out of South-side,
search the condo G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard [Verse 5: Lloyd Banks] I only been in the game for a year it
what you gotta chew, The stadiums jammed back but they ain't checkin' for you, Man this is for the nigga's that's boxed up, For throwin' the blocks up
Yeah--Oh yeah! You motha fuckas ride with me, Oh yeah. They know I got that High with me. Oh yeah. This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
I'm fresh of the corner shorty let me warn ya Imma put it on ya till you drop [Verse 1] I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby? its a new year and
you won't believe what they do for cock I hit the telly thrash and slide off before the rooster crock pour out some liquor for big let off 2 for pac don
't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for
[Lloyd Banks] This when my pedal drops, everything stops pretty glittering watch you hear me doing my thing pops uh, hate my value like a 100 mil keep
if i like it i'ma cop it on the spot, why not these haters still won't give me my props, i'm shot i do it for the concrete, the curb, the block all i
guess this ain't somethin' for the radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I wan-na shine Nigga don't make me re-sort to crime I guess this
for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man [Lloyd Banks] Yall done fucked up now Yee! Yeeeeee! {Tony Yayo] Here We go [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
for bullet holes chances for strip poles Chicks keep their lips closed on anywhere the dick goes I'm a walking compliment you don't get those All my niggas schitzo so tuck it
Making it first class whenever I do fly Knowing Jake wanted to see the whole crew fry [Chorus] It only feels good when you come up Cause I remember how it
call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin') Midnight, midday, mornin'! {GOD-... } [gunshot] {DAMN! } Uh, this song is for errbody I make it
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, but it
[Verse One] You gon' need more than 50 Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share