[Intro]
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why would you switch up?
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real
N***a don't bitch up
Bunch of n***as that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up?
There's nothing that we can talk about
No way we can build, n***a don't switch up
Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Came in this world alone prepare to leave that way, you heard
Put in the work now you see I ain't get shit I don't deserve
Young, cool, calm and mellow, out the ghetto I've emerged
You said I'd never work, still love you though, despite these words
Been watchin' tragedies, don't put condolences in order
And your so called friends expect to see your bonuses support you
Money ain't shit, I spend my darkest moments givin' all this
And somewhere along the line the angels quit, 'cause there's a shortage
And in the meantime I'm on point
Worked on my [infra green line ?], broken buttons from these lines
Long as I get to rewind, all 'em n***as like He shine
Looking down on the moon like Elon, floating my weed bomb
Hittin' you rodents with the de-con
I'm out the loop and shit, tryin' to see what your rappin' passes
I'm riding down with trash lids
You fuckin' with your ad-libs
Met a grace for you fall and the result's cracked ribs
Advice they gave you ain't real
The record label trap is
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]
Why would you switch up?
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real
N***a don't bitch up (Don't bitch up n***a)
Bunch of n***as that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up? (I ain't pickin' up the phone for you n***a)
There's nothing that we can talk about
No way we can build, n***a don't switch up
Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Ayo, murder in my DNA genetics got a killin' trait
Curry brothers not the one [?], the one that moved away
Fake friends with fake daps
I hit 'em with that Will Smith, Chris Rock face slap
If you ain't 50 don't hit my line
If you ain't Banks don't hit my line
I'm this dark room, me and my nine
I called my name in my homie casket
Sure the Church won't steal it
And [?] stock for my bitches
God made the poppy plant the rich n***a crop
Rolex Daytona dash, a throwaway [?]
Just me and girlfriend, riding like Pac
I turn 40 too dope, the lil baby in the pot
[?] just on the rose truck
That's a half a mil' roll-off
Shark bite, Jaws 3, roll up
My weed come frome SpaceX
Did the crate challenge in '96 with a G pack on me
Baby 380 and a long clip
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo & Both]
Why would you switch up? (Yeah, yeah)
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure gets real
N***a don't bitch up (Don't bitch up n***a! Bitches)
Bunch of n***as that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up?
There's nothing that we can talk about
No way we can build, n***a don't switch up
Playing two sides of the fence, the quickest way to get killed

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I reach my peasant limit, fed up with it
You know what that feels like?
[?] Glock and Rosay pop, rolie rocking real right
No [?] flippin, time is tickin, fuck being the chill type
That still bites, thank God I'm alive and my motor skills tight
Look how my stock rose, peace to the Phillies in Chicago
All of the hoods keeping up with the kid before the follo
Score with my eyes closed, the illest shit amongst the cosmos
A 4 with hollows, imported bottles and forgiatos
Recording convos, trucking on the potholes
I had my [?] you fucking shit up [?]
Y'all oah me all my bravos
Receptions warm as [?]
A verzes vs me [?]
Keep the support system steady, [?] being famous is deadly
[?] get buried
My hall of fame speach is ready
You getting more offers lately
Prior engagements get peddy
Back on my route celebratin'
Tires smoking confetti
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Why would you switch up
To show who you really are as soon as the pressure
N***a don't bitch up
Bunch of n***as that I don't fuck with calling me still
Why would pick up
There's nothing we can talk about
No way we can build don't snitch up
Playing two sides of the fench