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Verse 1: Lloyd Banks
Around here them boys, 'dem dont play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fks bout what a bird say (uh)
Playboy gon' do tings er way (whoo)
Im Raps Lebron Teflon Don (uh)
Baggettes On Arm (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought Id sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? b*tch GET THE DOCTA!
Chorus
If You So Gangsta
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta
Why know you for that in the streets, so well?
Verse 2: Lloyd Banks
Now every now and then a new kid got win
Yeah, but unfortunally for you Im him (sorry)
In my new tan Chucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide Grin
While ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a nigg* a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I aint from Atlanta but Ill A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' )
Chorus
Verse 3: Lloyd Banks
Its like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
Its a b*tch sayin something slick (slick)But you can suck my d*ck (d*ck)
Im grade A nigg* you dont know who ya fkin wit (uh)
Theyll run up on ya as* , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a pumpkin get
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I aint the type thats desperate
I model with diamonds now you can call me "Icin" Bedford
My down b*tch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an as* that shake like a bowl of jello
You aint even almost rich
They fkin yo as* like the models in my p*rno flicks (broke nigg*)
Therefore you cant afford no six
So before you hop your as* on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks dont house warm not b*tch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more d*cks (hah)
Chorus
