[Lloyd Banks:]

Yeah

Queens

Yeah

Queens



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Fuck the limelight and the streamers

I influence the dreamers

Think like a genius

And whiz it like Arenus

I got the Ninas

One shot gun

The other ones by the penis

Only balls come between us

Hes a million fish in the water and i'm workin' the waves

Man my G will make a nerd lady open her legs

And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups

Like the system out the fan only the top cut

Pop what?

Pop open

Get popped on

Kind of like hot corn

By throwin' ya block on

A quarter mill of rock on

Heated seats i'm long

I'm strong

Rap don

Icon

Slash pipe bomb

To get my right hand back, I give my right arm

Gangstas don't mourn all night long

Right, wrong

Now the industry is shakey as ever

And everybody ass kissin' ain't makin' it better

Lifes a bitch don't let her

Slow down your cheddar

You win some, you lose some go down? no never

Whatever

Ain't shit really changed niggas still actin'

If you really had that many bricks you'd be still trappin'

You must've got dummy all fitted

Man fuck a rap buddy any one of ya'll can get it

All money ain't good money but I want it

You can give me a blood diamond with blood on it

I'll wipe the blood off it

Clean it and cut it 'till it shine then floss it

I'm on my New York Shit

I was told somewhere down the line I lost it

And I had to raise my hand they forced it



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound

Something just went down

Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah

My cell phones ringin'

My Blueberry is singin'

And the messages is filled with:

"Hey"

I don't read, I don't read, I don't read



[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Haters can't stand it

But I'm G Unit branded

Thats what I ride for, go in the can with

Don't run up on me with the Van Dam shit

All mean muggin' when you really a fan shit

I rather go out in the Blazer, uh fuck it

Bury me in a Benz with big rims

A pair of black Timbs

And the Beverly Twins

Money, a Mac-10

And the heaviest gem

In nineteen-eighty two

I came through

Bird's eye view

In a Cortez shoe

South Side nigga, nigga who the fuck are you?

You in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin' I can do

Next time bring ya thing matter fact bring two

Niggas is all waitin' for dreams to come true

I lost half a crew

Before I turned twenty-two

So I live life doin' whatever I want to do



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

My cell phones ringin'

My Blueberry is singin'

And the messages is filled with:

"Hey"

I don't read, I don't read, I don't read

Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound

Something just went down

Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah