{Verso 1 Lloyd Banks}

From now on refer to me as mister
Then becareful who you lock arms with cuz the word'll be dissin ya
I deserve to be the victor
I watch who i talk around cuz the burner'll be the listner
With the urgency to whisper the shit
That'll have you layin in emergency for surgery to fix ya
I turned pro about a year ago
Im still mackin. performance is the only time i hear a hoe
Im frum a place where the ceilin go
Wе slop buckets in the water and thе wallpapers peelin slow
And i ain't greedy the ballteek can come and go
All for classic they all need to hear me blow
Cuz they dont do it like this
Sippin on a fluid like Cris with a blue and white wrist
Now im able to list more figures and im tired of shittin frum now on i just piss on n***as

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I know I got a dirty mouth, bitch, I'm from the South
I'm nuttin' like what you don' seen or you don' heard about
I'm in my best on the block, a vest and a Glock, and the rest in my sock
Unless I was Pac, you won't see me with a cross on my back
Gotta do my own thang, I can't copy that cat
Let me holla at ya for a minute, man
You stand for nuttin', n***a, you'll fall for anything
I'm busting any brain, they say that I'm insane but I came in this game with cocaine in my veins
What I'm saying, that I'm trained to go and turn a penny to a 20, you complain
I rather work with what he sent me, ain't it strange
How I went from a hooptie to a Bentley?
I ain't change, I'm in the hood
You want me? come and get me
Feel my pain, but don't feel sorry for me
Cause there some kids in Somalia with nothing to eat, motherfucker