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    [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

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