[Intro: Lloyd Banks (DJ Whoo Kid)]
(DAMN!)
Yeah! (COME ON!)
G-Unit baby! (CRAZY!)
2 G's up, yeah!

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
They kind, talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating 'em brutal
N***a I ain't the new you, I'm the first me
Unrated version in a armored suburban
And the picture lights curvin' ain't nothin' for certain
Close friends be turnin', fuck it, close his curtain
It's darker on the other side
God let my number slide, hot since Benzes was bubble eyed
Only green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Duckin' 21 Jump Street, undercover time
Catch me in the street one deep handle rubber nine
N***as yappin' off 'bout mine, another trouble sign
Pricks handin' out tips on me and my click
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Single than a muh'fucka, you ain't sleep with my chick
Ain't shit changed boy, same click, same Lloyd
Same phenomenal flow that got the game 'noid
Still got the flamer to bend ya, control your anger (uh)
N***a won't come out no more, like Kramer
Danger, mayhem, murder, mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over diss raps (yeah)
I'll get you gift wrapped, send your ass back
Family and friends tighter than my last track (gunshot)
Hollow tips and politics headin' into November (uh)
Bottles sipped to model chicks shit that I don't remember (uh uh)
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender
I'm on it every month now, see you n***as December, remember!
[Outro: Lloyd Banks (DJ Whoo Kid)]
I am pound for pound...
The P.L.K.!
Hahaha! Yeeeahhh!
Run this shit
Uh! Green Gang!
Shout out to all my n***as, man!
All the real n***as, man!
Fake n***as die quick, man
G-Unit still the click, man!
Yeah! Green Gang hitman! (CAN'T FORGET...)
I'm the shittt!

[Outro: DJ Whoo Kid]
SHADE 45!
COACH PR! MANDOG!
"HALLOWEEN... HAVOC"!