[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

We wanna kill you

We wanna kill you

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Ay, the game is survival (Yeah)

You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you

They gon' have to revive you

If I slide through (Yeah)

I wouldn't be there if I was you (Woo!)

You smokin', they gon' bet on us (Uh-huh)

You damn near retarded a small yellow bus (Uh-huh)

I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush (Uh-huh)

Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (Uh-huh)

We put up houses and haul on the trucks (Uh-huh)

But I move smooth, Ima ball 'till I'm dust, plus (Yeah)

You niggas can't eat no more, or

Walk around in the street no more, we run the city, that's why my feet so sore

I got the whole hood hooked 'he so raw'

I pull up on your set, with bad intentions like a bullet in ya neck (Yeah)

Anybody can get it the code of respect (Yeah)

I drink away the pain, pop mo' on the jet (Yeah)

A bag of the goo wap the mode when I'm set (Yeah)

Just got a new calico and a tech

Fresh haircut powder all on my neck (Yeah)

Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (Yeah)

The green gang with me and they all hold sket (Yeah)

Nah we ain't gon' send your girl home yet (Yeah)

She a GB and we all want next (Yeah!)

Three hundred thousand we all no less (Yeah!)

Unless it's more, a European tour (Woo!)

Car cold handle on a European door

Niggas gettin' money but the Unit gettin more (Uh-huh)

Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor (Nigga)

Green and white bows with the matching valour (Nigga)

Air hold muffler attached to the 4 and a batch of the raw

[Bridge: Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo]

You niggas better move, man, when we come through the door

Movin' with the Uz' man, you'll be a body on the floor

We don't abide by the rules and we break any fuckin' law (What!)

You niggas gon' lose, man (What else!) (Here we go)

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

Yeah

Yeah, yo, I'm on the flyin spurs shit, chinchilla that fur shit

40 cal watch me (I ain't lyin') merc shit

Niggas out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun

Labels eatin' off of garbage (Ha ha) like some damn raccoons

Clap all ya goons (Blat), I'm the devil in disguise

Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes (Bling)

G-Unit is the team we the hottest group out (You know that)

Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out

Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead

O.G's doin' life, young boys in the feds

Tough times don't last, tough people do (What!)

Crack and rap money that's my revenue

And you wanna stick who? What the fuck is you thinkin'?

100 dollars from my ATM'll have you stinkin'

My chain blingin', VVS stones, it's all good

Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood

Yeah!

[Outro: Tony Yayo]

Rotten Apple nigga, comin this Summer

I don't give a fuck who you are

What label you on, when Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gang Green, you better push back, nigga!

Ya heard?!

You could be on Interscope, you could be on Def Jam, nigga!

And if I get off parole

I'm off parole, if I get off this probation ya'll niggas is in trouble, man

For real

Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple, nigga, the hottest shit out!

Mothafucker!

Mixtape is better than ya mothafuckin' album

Tired of these mothafuckin' niggas, man

Yo Banks man

Fuckin' run New York, nigga, you know what time it is

50 wattup, Buck wattup!