[Male sample:] "What would have I beeeen if I'd reached ouuut? " [beat starts] [Intro:] Uh! SouthSide in this mothafucka! Look! [Verse: {Sample}] Uh
Look, uh The hard times'll hit ya when ya chillin' Explode describes the feelin' Henny cups help the healin' Money hungry hookers on my heels I can hear
just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks
You paranoid, what's the reason for that? Scared in the barbershop chair, with heat in your lap I drag you out in the desert, freeze you in fact Pulp trees run out
bring that gangbangin shit around my son Nigga 50 took 9 he know how it feel And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks
ma come out And Kill 'em Hit the brerak down [Verse I:] Time to separate the men from the boys Take it straight to the bank called Christopher Lloyds
One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a
don't discuss So point him out and watch how I knock him off Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
now the gotta go back home [Verse 7 : Lloyd Banks] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted G-Unit sneakers I already figured out
God Damn, Hundred Gram, Dope Man Maybach, Flow Benz, Sun Roof, Open Spider With Me Loccin', Cali Buds, Smokin' S & 97, Eastside, Nigga Fasho Man [Lloyd Banks
, yall niggaz might blow I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks] G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah) Supposed to have your gun 'round you And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die Got it down
the game I have you riding Bentely, put you off the train Strike a pose, take aim not to put you out the frame [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Ugh,
[feat. Pusha T] [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Lately I've been practicing
