[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

80's baby, product of the era with the stem

I got a core don't need no raps from no rapper, got that from Em'

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Winnin’, you neva lost, dumb nigga, you lack within

Corny nigga's shakin’ in they slims on live radio

Kill ‘em on my lonely, corny, 45, [?] flow

Figure four feet, Louie sneaks with the navy sole

Potent tags for three weeks, so icy made my lady cold

Uh! I’m kickin’ bitches out with style

Never talk to pillows, keep my business out the crowd

Shit i'm tired of pitchin', hit the strippers with a thou’ like.. BOW! Check out my player lifestyle

They know I mean it, caught on quick, ain't gotta say it twice now

I hit the ink and drop — , it hit and bring my lifestyle

Ain’t nobody seein’ me, all I see is (seize) opportunity

Pain, power and passion, pourin’ out me since puberty

Aye, yo, you don’t want the glory? [ ? ] my community

Flyin’ border you saw me, shawty with all of my jewellery

Callin’ me usually, 40 ‘s go to the family, yo

Somethin’ in the water, goons will kill you for a cameo

Where the money go, the candy go

Understand me though

Bunch of models up, you got everyone on your camera roll

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

I’m in the club, got them killa' niggas with me

I need 50… bottles, 50 models as thick as Nicki

Southside in the club with me

And my nigga Kidd Kidd got the twin 50's

The S5-50, the 20-14, wanted a drug dealer car since the age of 14

Flee the scene, came birdie and from Beantown

Got the beam on the strap when I swing round

DaVinci down, my belt H-Town

Hermed shit, hold the tray down

I used to move work on a greyhound

In an Amtrak, my mule ass fat , 62 all up in the ass crack

I flipped that, then I call my connect back

My baby gotta eat, I need Similac

Make a movie with the Pryex, Cinemax

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

Fuck what I been through, yeah I’m goin’ through it, and no-one do it better though

And everything in my past, I had to let it go

From my arrest raids up until my essays

Let’s just say my nigga', my debt's paid

There's one stage and one mic

But the money still green and the bricks white

Check in muthafuckers while I take flight

I never seen nothin' money can't make right

No manager, been managing my own

Nanna callin’ my phone and the damage is gone

This shit crazy, too late cuz the camera’s on

This shit amazing, rappers get the stamina goin'

You get the line? Talkin’ bout the shells that they buyin’

And the jets that they flyin’, he ain’t neva got a dime like me

The East side is who you need to be, cuz the outside ain’t you and the partner we see