歌手:Lloyd Banks
专辑:《Superstar》

Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if **** hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more hoes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, ***** you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you *****
I'll club you *****, I never heard of you *****, its ugly *****
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on ****** is only gon' leave you smoked
So the only thing left now is toast for these cowrads
I got no friends, **** most of these cowards
They pop **** 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a ***** like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This **** can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna **** us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you ****as, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, ***** plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the rocks botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare ****** since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin to raid
And leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be partin my braids
We just find out what club they at
Take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mat
Yer advance is a grey acura
These record labels got most artists gettin ****ed like the gay rappa'
I go to college on a tour
I'm goin down in history *****, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, tec's polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
By now, you probably heard of me
Fresh outta surgery, flashy as a ****, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, were leavin wit cha nike's burgandy, White T, burgandy
You match now, back down
****** love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
Catch me on the boat wit **** smoke and fishing gear
Heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
We ain't rich, but we be glad to snatch ya
I send cars to your crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
You better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
You ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
It's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
*****
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects *****, you ain't goin nowhere
You gon' ****in be there for the rest of yo mutha****in life
And yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
To encourage you, somethin positive
Aight well I ain't gon' lie to you mutha****a, he ain't goin nowhere
Get yaself a beer, get on the ****in curb
****in dirtbag