[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
Yeah
Get back n***a
Get back n***a
Click clack, n***a
Take that n***a
Get back n***a
Get back n***a
Click clack n***a
Take (Uh) that n***a (Wooo wee) (Yea)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm six-fourin', liq pourin' California dope smokin' (Uhh)
It's just me and my bitch, and we're both chokin'
I'm still frontin', yea
Still stuntin', yea
N***as shootin', but they ain't hittin' nuttin', it's the full fledged massacre if I get murked
B-B's hittin' ya shirt (Uh huh)
Then ya hittin' the dirt (Uh huh)
So where your homeboys in the corner flippin' your work
Head shot, blowin' shots now your dick don't work (Oh!)
And I bought 'em silencers so nuttin' moves when they splatter you, the same one Tom Cruise used in Collateral (Woo)
N***as actin' like we ain't bring New York back wit them hits (Hits)
I should be on your baseball cap matter fact (Uh)
Y'all ain't worthy to talk about us (Us)
Ya broke n***as can't even afford a tour bus (Bus)
I just closed out on a mansion and the pad's all plush
And I can't buy shit without makin' the mall rush, yea (Yea!)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
This is my block
My town, my city, we run this
I got a hunnid n***as wit me, yea
I'm still smokin', yea
Wheels pokin', yea
N***as don't put it down like that
This is my hood (Yea)
My state, my borough, G-Unit!
N***as is down for the trouble, yea
I'm still mackin', yea
Still strappin', yea
N***as don't put (Uh) it down like that

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
You should see the ice grills when I approach my block
The drop got they face tighter than the Botox shot (Woo)
Listen homie (Yeah)
Ner one of you rap (I got these n***as Banks don't worry about it) n***as know me, matter fact Tony (Yea, yea)
Handle these muhfuckers (Here we go!) for me

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
Ayo this ain't a democracy this a dictatorship
My whip is bulletproof, go 'head n***a spray the shit
I'm rich, I got your bitch eyeballin' my wrist
While you next to her eye fuckin' the six (Come on!)
N***a the way that I rap I pat myself on the back
While you couldn't make a hit with Sammy Sosa's bat
And these n***as in the industry can't see me
It's the Schwarzenegger of rap, Terminator 3 (Break it down now!)
We run New York like Frank White and Jimmy Jump (Yeah!)
Ninas on my waist, Mac Milly in the trunk (Yeah!)
Remote detonator, C4 in the Jag, you get blown to smithereens like bombs in Baghdad, yeah!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
This is my block (Yea)
My town, my city, we run this
I got a hunnid n***as wit me, yea
I'm still smokin', yea
Wheels pokin', yea
N***as don't put it down like that
This is my hood (Yea)
My state, my borough, G-Unit!
N***as is down for the trouble, yea
I'm still mackin', yea
Still strappin', yea
N***as don't put it down (Uh) like that
This is my block (Yea)
My town, my city, we run this
I got a hunnid n***as wit me, yea
I'm still smokin', yea
Wheels pokin', yea
N***as don't put it down like that
This is my hood (Yea)
My state, my borough, G-Unit!
N***as is down for the trouble, yea
I'm still mackin', yea
Still strappin', yea
N***as don't put it down (Uh) like that