[Tony Yayo]
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Yee nigga
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Fuckin back hunger for more
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Tony's home
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Yo Banks I told these niggas man
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Yall done fucked up now
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Yee!
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Yeeeeee!
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[Tony Yayo]
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Here We go
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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Aint no click like the one I'm with
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If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
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G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
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If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
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We gettin dough everywhere we go
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And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
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G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
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If you aint reppin where you from sit down
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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By now I know you done seen me
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On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
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I skeet babies on your breezy
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and I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
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Leaves me and its bye bye gone
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We got guns like Pop-eye arms
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I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
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cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
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n I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
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admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
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so its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
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I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
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They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
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I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
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Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
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I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
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Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
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you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
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And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
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that was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
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I'm the name they all screamin on the street
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for bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
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I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
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schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
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Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
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From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
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I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
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Bounce like ass in my video
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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Aint no click like the one I'm with
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If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
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G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
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If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
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We gettin dough everywhere we go
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And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
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G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
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If you aint reppin where you from sit down
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[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
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(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)
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Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
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my clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
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And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
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jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
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P89, my clique filled wit hollows
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stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
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Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
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cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
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That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
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Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow
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Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
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best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
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think like castro, Games in the lasso
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dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
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God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!
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[Chorus]
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[Tony Yayo]
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We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
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Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
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Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
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We Back Nigga!
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50 The General!
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Young Dezzy Buck!
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Game!
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The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
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Hunger For More!
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Rida Music Nigga!
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This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
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Uh Huh!
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This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)
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Ain't No Click
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Lloyd Banks |