don't wanna be that, be, be that. Must be out of my mind, with that chick on the side, In the passenger side of the ride. I don't wanna be that, be that
on the bathroom sink Gotta close my door because the bathroom stink See, daddy don't work, and mama don't drink But daddy do coke, and mama can't think So look like I'ma be
Big got hit in that passenger seat Pac got hit in that passenger seat Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat It don't
that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man yeah! lets get that money man lets get that money man [
ain't a star, and every plaid ain't Burberry (uh huh) You can't tame Lloyd, I'm smokin by the big screen (yeah) And changin the channel looks like I'm
Chorus (Lloyd Banks): Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you
her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
't gotta know how to read, to spray a magazine [Hook] [Tony Yayo] I don't wanna grow up, I'mma hustler kid Go'head and stunt, see I don't pop two your
I got beef wit I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats
won't deny that I'ma fuckin' ride out Then you'll bump heads wit me I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to fuck wit me [Tony Yayo
break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen You changin the channel looks like
you your style Gucci this Fendi that Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that I hate to be the bearer
We over here... with some fat chicks [50] Nah, I don't be fuckin wit them fat bitches That's Yayo [Chorus] Don't be stuck on the things they say now
about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a snitch (nah) I don't crowd