[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'ma rain on 'em, put the chump on a slope
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, sworn 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, shit
I sip a hundred-proof 'til I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tough n***as like to make a scene so the llama's close
That kind of shit don't fly like mamma jokes
We got 'em long, short, all kinda toast
Boy, I done left shit 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 pass 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 'fore you catch a contact
The flow's like an M16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on n***as until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeaner, microphone crack
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
A lot of shit changed since I came
Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn
Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma 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 an' 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'
'Cause I can have Limina Calina bring to a misdemeanour
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 while 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'ma feed him nine
And it's graffiti time, n***as sprayin' ya mural
For tryna be a motherfuckin' 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)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
A lot of shit changed since I came
Y'all came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin', but the pain
You playin', I'm hungry than a mothafucka, mayn
Rob a store before you walk around poor
'Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya 'til you make a mistake (I can't wait)

[Outro: Lloyd Banks]
Ha-Ha! Yeah! Uh!
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Raw!