Vārdi: Lloyd Banks. Halloween Havoc. Beneath Me.

Chorus-
These clowns are beneath me
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me
Slow down take it easy
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely
This rap shit need me
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv
Your boy all freezy
Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me

Verse-
My generation been misled figured i talk to 'um
For their pry tempt 'um to fill up a courtroom
Put the hawk to 'um, a borough ain't enough they need more room
They get in the way, then let the four blow 'um
They all coon, probably be a casualty of war soon
Age don't really matter ratties tatted and they all grown
See you on the way to the top, the blocks hot, drama's don't stop
It's harder to cop, financial drop
Stop ridin' off the next one, that don't get you respec' son
You should get your neck rung, followed up with a tech drum
I X 'um, off of my connection, my torture's my protection
For any nigga walkin' my direction, perfection
Nothin' less than the nine when i'm sexin'
They excellent, profession, i ain't the one for stressin'
Let the project wan' catch 'um, i doubt it if they catch up
I catch a loss, a boss, hundred grand from the neck up
And guess what, critics still won't give me my respect but
I won't be the next Game and i won't be the next Buck
G's 'bout the war go round, thats why my chest up, dress up
For a occasion, glock, hood on my waves in
I'm blazin', purple hazin', eye of a asian
Raised in a complication, i am amazing
I gave 'um, fire like the caveman
No comparison i probably raised 'um, where's my nomination.. nation..

Chorus-
These clowns are beneath me
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me
Slow down take it easy
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely
This rap shit need me
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv
Your boy all freezy
Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me

Verse-
Tryna keep a G calm, from NY to where the trees palm
Clap, the innocent receive harm, so keep on
Slippin' on the street you can't sleep long
Man fuck you, your punk crew, and your weak song
Police wrong, niggaz fallin' victims to the beats gone
You in a medication you gotta keep your peace on
I'm reborn it's cold out, and in order to keep warm
You gotta hustle harder, handle obstacles smarter
I charter, from here to get the dollar
From here to the Impala, scholar, i ain't the one to follow
Let the ambulance holla, i put you in a new bed
You talk so much, prolly don't know what you said
You crew dead, niggaz ain't splittin' up no new bread
Nigga i'm the new breed, sick, watch the flu spread
Hear the twenty-two lead, it's more like a fifty shot
Ride with the Green Gang you niggaz wan' be rich or not..

Chorus-
These clowns are beneath me
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me
Slow down take it easy
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely
This rap shit need me
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, i'm ballin' on tv
Your boy all freezy
Where i come from they all born greedy, niggaz can't see me

(Thanks to Patrick Rene for these lyrics)