I'ma be a king go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing yeah I'ma do my thing baby watch me do my thing and now I work them ends I'm still out here
did that already Now here we go [Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] (Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot I'll celebrate
Me Do My Thang Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] He's straight outta
be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I dont need my boys I'm doing 120 in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing
to get your ties cut They on my dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck My team in the cutt, packin' middle things I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings
Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother
Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback Started with 1 brick, built my
Lloyd Banks It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, given the crown he just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king
the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback Started with 1 brick, built my
car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother
cupid nigga Hoe pimping all day bitch, this ain't a hobby My name Tony, not Paul McCartney I'm in a 7 star suite, Dutchin' my haze Remote in my hand, model bitch on my
it I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get 'em Banks [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The way things
to my name {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) You get in my way and I cock and pop that thing
(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Lloyd Banks] Man we gotta go get something to eat man I'm hungry as a motherfucker [50 Cent] Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie
