You can call me Mr. one two three Mr. One Shot Deal I'm leaving out with heavy dough After every show That's why my chain, watch, frame and bezzy glow
holla [Verse One] You gon' need more than 50 Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't
every time I see cops Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1 Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot Niggaz snitchin to the street cops Get your nephews and your niece shot
dollars holla. [Verse 1] You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch.
time I see cops Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1 Get the whole fuckin LAPD shot Niggaz snitchin to the street cops Get your nephews and your niece shot
when they fucking album come out... and kill 'em! Hear the breakdown, Time to separate the men from the boys, Take it straight to the bank, call it Christopher Lloyd
It Again!!! REMIX Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that
[Verse One] You gon' need more than 50 Cent to play this Game Nigga hatin on me cause I'm doin my own thang I'm ain't Lloyd Banks bitch I don't share
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) [Intro 1: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] I'm in the hood man... I'm in the hood all the time man; fo' real son. I come back from
(feat. Lloyd Banks) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] How real is this? New York City, How real is this? New York City America welcome to the land of the brave
