[Chorus:]

Lately Ive Been Hearin Alot Of Things That I Dont Agree With

And It Aint A Secret

Everybody Know You Puss Nigga You Aint A Gangsta You A Wuss

What Makes You Feel Comfortable

Enough To Call My Name Out Like You Know Me

Nigga I Aint Yo Homie

I got A 4 Pound On Me

And You Can Have It



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

This Here Will Make You Piss In Ya Sweats

You Know Me Mitchell & Ness, Smithon &  West, Pistol And Vest

I'll Take Ya Life Away With The Sound, I Got The Whistle Of Death

The Boy Flow Put The Crystal In Meth, Take the Listeners Breath

You Wont Believe What They Do For Cock,

I Hit The Telly Thrash, And Slide Off Before The Rooster Crock

Pour Out Some Liqour For Big Let Off 2 For Pac

Dont Linger Around Niggas Shot Off The Roof Alot

Fuck Rattin Every Tooth Is Locked,

And You Cooperatin, Helpin Them Damn Near Recruit The Block

I'm Blowin Heavy On The Sofa With A Desy (Desert Eagle)

just in case A Nigga Smooth Enough To Slip Through Cracks

I'd Rather Throw Somethin at U then get my shit moved Back

This Is Hardcore Pitbull Rap Right Out The Track

Look The Hood'll  Bring The Bitch Out For Ya

Man I get the guap, My Money Flip Like Fish Out Water yeah



[Chorus]



I'm Startin To Feel Like I Got It All Sewn Up,

I Helped Raise A Few Of These Niggas,

Now They Think They All Grown Up

See These DVD Gs Is Pissed Off Behind The Scenes

spoon Fed Niggas cliques soft as Lima Beans

To Be Real I Don't Know Why I'm even Trippin

Cuz I'm runnin Shit Like Diarea Drippin

My Breads Long its like big

So I'm Comforable enough To Go To Court In My Pj's Like Mike Did

I Move Around With the Sket the Long Magees

So Chill cuz You Cant Block Throws with Shaun Bradley

I'm a Still Be Here When D-Block Flops

I Got More Cash Then Them In My Reebok Box

I Brighten Up A Picture I Shine Bright 

Standin In My Way Is The Only Way you'll Be In The Limelight

I'm Lazy When I Hit And Run

Which Means You Dont Get To Come

Even If You Get To Come



[Chorus]



Niggas stiff when I pass cuz I'm on a spaceship on wheels

Fresh ta death, look dude couldn't slip on peels,

And you a bitch all you got to do is slip on heels

She ain't know me cuz the house on the cliff costs mills

I put pressure on ya 

Give ya clique boss chills

Bet there won't be no more sores when the steak sauce spills

I get the bills a young black entrepa nigga, 

Strapped wit a vest armed wit a trigga

My buddy got a twin tag along

Ya bitch is a quarter, who am I to split them up bloods

thicker than water So I Capture All The Episodes On The Camcorder 

She Lick It Off her Stomach right After I Blam On Her

I Turn The Corner With The Mack Daddy Limp

Young super Fly Black Larry Flint in the Bent

I Thought About Clappin Joe, But Why Hit him With The Iron

He One Big Mac Away From Dyin



[Chorus]



I got it on me nigga

Man fuck you niggas

Fuck around and buck you niggas

rap would be over

Man fuck you niggas fuck around and cut you niggas

My career would be over 

Man fuck you niggas fuck around and buck you niggas 

No more shows

Man fuck you niggas

Fuck around and touch you niggas

And you'll tell