[Lloyd Banks]
  
  Yee! [laughs]
  
  [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
  
  These niggas wanna see me
  Cuz of the way I shine
  But it aint that easy
  To get mine
  You get ya ass laid down
  
  [Voice in beat]
  
  Down…
  The paint is peelin’
  Now…
  When the chips are down
  Down…
  You gotta lose all feelin
  Now…
  Your head goes round n’ round
  
  [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
  
  Funny how the world revolves around my click
  Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
  Me and my right hand share the same outfit
  Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
  It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
  For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
  I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
  The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
  Let another nigga fill my spot
  If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
  I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
  gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
  
  [Chorus x2]
  
  [Verse 2: The Game]
  
  Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
  I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
  I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
  So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
  Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
  It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
  2001 I was playin my playstation
  I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
  All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
  It was either that or the state pen
  I woke up out of that coma
  Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
  
  Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
  Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
  But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
  A year past now, caw dead and L gone
  And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
  So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
  Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
  Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
  If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
  Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
  I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
  Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga
  
  [Chorus x2]