(feat. Keri Hilson) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo Enough
(feat. 8Ball, Scarface & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] YEAH! Uhh, I'm back Uhh, haha Uhh, oooooooh [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Yeah yeah, they know me 'round
[Lloyd Banks Intro] Uh... G-Yeah... I'm back... [Chorus] I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules But i can make you move About a quarter
[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro] Uh... (Oooooohhh) Uh huh... (Ooohh) Yeah... [Singer] I'm one night standin' My joy ride has just begun Girl i'm the one
(feat. 50 Cent) Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch G-Unit [50 chorus] When i come through im comfortable 49's 45's a pump or two We
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care
[Intro] Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine) All the day all the time
[Lloyd Banks] So you say you a gangsta, riiight Are you really a rider, yeeaa You dont take shit from no one, nooo And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin
[Lloyd Banks Intro] Whooooooooooooo..... [Chorus] Uh.. Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup i'm all might
(feat. 50 Cent) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty
(feat. Rakim) Uh, Uh, Yeah [Chorus: Lloyd Banks (Rakim)] Ay I'm focused now, they notice now Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down But you
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo You niggas know what time it is Its time for that gangsta shit [Chorus] We aint got shit to live for Your either headed for
[Chorus:] "The Rotten Apple" made me like this I don't give a fuck I shoot a nigga down and cut a nigga up New York made me this way; I'm all about
When the whispering gets amplified And you're left there alone covered by The red faced blues and nothing feels this bad Do you think the consequence
So you gave it all away unable to say all you wanna say Look at you now - turned our to be Face of misery Look at you now a rottin Apple's all I see.
G-Unit Uh, a one two, a one two Uh, a one two, a one two Yeah Uh, a one two, a one two Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model Enough to make
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
I smoke I put 'em down them dope I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks