[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is yA all ready, is yA all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess whoA s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your manA s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
HoldinA my torch down even when the force A round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ainA t this gully playasA ll paint ya skully
YouA ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldnA t be a problem I ainA t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screaminA
You call it hypinA yaself up I call it street dreaminA
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookinA forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasnA t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playinA tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
IA ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainerA s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know youA re made at me but shit ainA t all peaches and cream
And I ainA t Sara Lee bitch (CA mon)
[Chorus]
DonA t ice me
You starinA at the wrong one
ThereA s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppinA bottles A til they all gone
If you ainA t leavinA here wit us
You gonA walk home (Whoo)
Go somewhere else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we donA t let the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn LetA s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz IA m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ainA t fuckinA wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz theyA ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldnA t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
Free you life in a high school a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushinA
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffinA
IA m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachinA my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasnA t tough, I shouldA ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when itA s poppinA A til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggasA ll probably sing
Naw I ainA t pullinA over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ainA t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
DonA t ice me
You starinA at the wrong one (Whoo)
ThereA s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppinA bottles A til they all gone
If you ainA t leavinA here wit us
You gonA walk home
Go somewhere else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we donA t let the beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Now put A em up (Put A em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)

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