:] This for my nigga man! I do it for his block! I do it for this block! {"Cold corner"! } I do it for his block! {Damn! } I do it for this block! [Verse
for this block I do it for this block I do it for this Ain't no rules in hip hop get rude get shot I do it for this block I do it for his block I do
get our E-mail on [chorus - Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you I
they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for them and I ain't even from there Now bust a shot for them boys on the block I can feel your pain nigga, I
] I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I'll pop some through ya Dirty is what I'll do ya I-I'll use
my clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to
wet sex, who's next, latex Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though You lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
look cool to wear band aids I'm blowin' on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, 'cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks
come up i hustle, i hustle even harder i put that work in to win, no problem Spider Loc (Verse)- all money aint good money, this i know but i still
fear homie i stay well aware of whats goin around me muthafuckas want me dead i go wit a smile on my face,witness my time kid [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] lil nigga I
ride (What) Ride (What) Ride (What) Ride (Right, damn) (Let's go) I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
I heard that he was shot What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I
got Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop And I hope you black out before you see the cops I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block So I
plaques Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I
more than 50 Cent to play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain I was in the fast
off, and the gun is tossed in with the fishes Like you and Juice, I'm coming for Bishop, I'm gunning for Bishop, I'm the king of this L.A. shit, Tell
