[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you)

Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you)

Then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you)

Comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax

What kind of nigga hits the precinct bitchin (you)

Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you)

When they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you)

And if you talk 'bout us guess who they stickin' (you)



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Look I could spot a fraud so don't try and bluff me

Trust me

We run New York longer than Puffy

These rap niggas pretend that they like me

Until they bent out they cycle

My words touch the kids like Michael

Niggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass

Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash

We got the wratchets tucked

I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter, niggas

Had to put the plastic up

I'm blowin bubble gum dro

And you a bum on the road

The type of nigga you pay to shovel your snow

Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel

Cause the cannon will

Take your legs right from under you like bannana peel

Look at my hand on chill

The wheel won't stay still

Your boys smoother than the OJ kill

for real

The Queens know I'm a problem

As well as the Bronx, BK, Long, Staten Island and Harlem

I blew the game open

Came a long way from the train smokin

A nigga switchin' in ya lane smoke him

I keep them lames hopin'

The dames wishin'

My chain glisten

High as hell so I ain't got to feel the plane twistin'

Drunk off the Louey 3

A nigga violate me

You get a gooey tee

Word to Huey P.

You can't go cop chinchilla

With thin scrilla

And I ain't just get hot nigga I been iller

We ain't the same either don't try to play or push me

Difference is I make pussy pay you pay for pussy

Now you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger

I'll put a patch on your eye like a pirate nigga

I'm in a class of my own

Got model ass on my phone

No problem passin 'em on

They swallow fast and I'm gone

B-A-N-K- dollar sign click clack

The young gorilla out the cliques back



[Bridge: Lloyd Banks]

Yeah, theres alot of foul shit going on 'round here

Keep ya guards up cause niggas ain't playin fair

But if you scared of a collision nigga run and hide

Cause if the gunnas ride

It'll be a hom-i-cide



[Lloyd Banks: talking]

Yeah I'm so sorry ha ha The Hunger For More

May 25th The wait is over, fuck all you niggas