[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Ay
Ayo, Em
Did it again

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court
You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short
'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah
Nah, I can't play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your bladder out your back
Take that, I'll show you lil n***as how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50, I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goons are loony, they strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south Jamaica, but the cops
And speakin' of cops, you n***as better stop squealing
If I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Call up the Ladens, have 'em Taliban the building
On {Veteran's} Day so they don't blow up the {children}
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court
You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short
'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I roll up cause it's a hold up
Ain't nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang, bang, gangrene, neighborhood game
You know me, I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is side-lining and they mad he next
'Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping, if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle is custom

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court
You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short
'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
I'm from New York, New York n***as die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of Febreze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the Rover
Click-clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda in your work they gon' buy it? Nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough-talk unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill 'round here, they don't care about court
You take a pack, you bring it back and don't come up short
'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, ok
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play