[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr.]
The Negro masses all over began to re-evaluate themselves
And the Negro came to feel that he was somebody...
His religion revealed to him that God loved all of his children!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I pray to him jealous cause he watching over them
I don't pretend, wishing they lose, hoping I win
Took my fitted cause I'm driving with no top
Hotter than a motherfucker riding with my Glock
Knock-knock, who is it? A hollow tip visit
You talk it if you live it, if not get delivered
N***as hearts going frigid, there's no remorse
N***a, I'd be the last one to give it
Hit ya ass off your pivot
Then I pass on the syrup, and welcome the chronic
They wondering where the real rap when I'm helping them find it
Blinded, criminal minded, in poverty bonded
On it just to be where I come from
Rewind it, you dumb son
Stuck on slow, sit they'll you to sleep
These motherfuckers know the wolves is playing for keeps
The wounded lay on the street
The goons is playing for keeps
Be rude to say it at least
We want a piece, n***a
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
You ain't gotta like me but you feel me
If you riding with that milli
Big voice, bigger city
You silly if you looking round for pity
Boy, we grimey and gritty
Big voice, bigger city
Stunting so these n***as want to kill me
Ain't a damn thing pretty
Big voice, bigger city
You ain't gotta like me but you hear me
Dead broke or big willie
Big voice, bigger city

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Money don't make it easy, money make it harder
Get smart you can get it, but it don't make you smarter
The music stop moving, I'm a make them love the Carter
On contrary to whatever you heard, I am harder
Lyrical revolver, metaphoric father
Heading for the Gusto, I'm an incredible rider
And a bit of lasagna, meet Britney and Tanya
No breakfast in bed, just the Ganja
I kinda miss the days when we honored honor
Loyalty cause karma can be a baby mama
I been a G since a knee, maybe longer
Ain't no pictures of me, I bring you the drama
Llama on your album dollar, no pain, no holla
Leave the scene no cops, no collar
I'm a beast, the sickest shit spitting on the East
How I know? Walk around, listen to the street, n***a
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
You ain't gotta like me but you feel me
If you riding with that milli
Big voice, bigger city
You silly if you looking round for pity
Boy, we grimey and gritty
Big voice, bigger city
Stunting so these n***as want to kill me
Ain't a damn thing pretty
Big voice, bigger city
You ain't gotta like me but you hear me
Dead broke or big willie
Big voice, bigger city