[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

I know that sooner or later

I'm going, to meet my maker

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I never thought in the beginning I would see his fall in the end

Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends

1990s sins it was all for tha ends

Ends for the rims, rims for the Benz, Benz full of skins

'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first

You don't dig me, sig me, either kill me or get killed worse

Your song's in need of a real verse

Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church

And right after speech time, it's sparking the street crime

Niggas throwing anything at you, except a peace sign

Live by the gun, die by the gun

'Til my time come, I'mma spend time with your son

I can just see them sad when they remind you of them

Them would've did the same thing, We're confined to the slum and those that don't adapt are either blind, deaf or dumb

Spine of a squirrel, mind of a girl set to run

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Why run nigga?

It's gon' come nigga

But 'til the day it does

I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood

Outsiders get no love

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater

Half a billy in fives, 2 macs in da ride

They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo

Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped

Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill

They dumb out wit uzi’s and wheels yo

Steak’ll take meetings, beefin' too much dough — the legion

Bat in my hand — the sweet eastern

Losing money fellas, we won’t have that, better grab that

Or don’t come back, or get clapped at

Me and my vixens in tha kitchen

One sucking dick — I paid to her ass shots and sent to the Brinxton

Dons eating calamari, coke in a lawry’s jar

Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly’s god

Get wit the gods or get wit the mob

From Shaolin to Queens, we wild wit the beams

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Why run nigga?

It's gon' come nigga

But 'til the day it does

I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood

Outsiders get no love

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Don't blame me, blame Southside

That's what made me ma, crazy high

But I’ll spot a traitor out my lazy eye, ladies spy

I’m the one you wanna have that baby by — Maybe I'm

Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone

Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome

Alien phone home, ET in my throne

I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach

When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered

And bad news keeps you weak and numb

Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son

I shoulda listened, friends turned foe, was told so

The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ocho - cinco

In my mink ho I'm a protege of pimpin'

Livin' for the sippin', now that they rolled away to Clinton

Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin'

Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Why run nigga?

It's gon' come nigga

But 'til the day it does

I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood

Outsiders get no love