[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Nah, I can't play sax or pull a rabbit out a hat But I can cock back and blow your bladder out your back Take that, I'll show you niggas how to rap I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track I told 50 I was going to take it to the top Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops And speaking' bout cops, you niggas better stop quelling And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million Call up the Ladens, have em Taliban the building On {Veteran's} Day so they don't blow up the {children}
[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I roll up cause it's a hold up Ain't nothing funny stop smiling It be the reason the crowd piling Don't complain and die over a chain Bang bang gang green neighborhood game You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button Just for bluffing, hit for nothing You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo] I'm from New York, New York niggas die for the cheese I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover Click clack, ya whole life over Baking soda in your work they gon' buy it? nope Cause them fiends getting tired of that diet coke I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short Cause any day can be your day, so don't play Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK You scared, get the fuck out the way And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
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Lloyd Banks has proven himself to be one of the dopest rappers in New York. He and compadre, Tony Yayo reunite on this track making their way putting G-Unit on the map. Lloyd spits on another dope beat produced by associate and good friend Eminem of Shady Records.
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