[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone they remember me

Wasn't me in the dirt nigga

Power hold the show power in the P's

Money bring fleas, and crack put prom queens on knees

Genetics like the jeans on fiends - dirty

I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens - early

I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes - pearly

Necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly

Life flies when it push it to the limit

Fuck just getting by, that’s no way to live it

What the fuck did you take me for?

Try to take something you’ll be laying on the floor

There's a lot less comrades breathing than before

I lose a nigga every time I leave out on a tour

They don’t even respect war

Bullets squeezing out the four

Heaven’s door got to be better than anything we've seen before

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war

Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?

Eye for an eye, time to even out the score

I’d rather be not here, than hungry

I’m sick when I’m not near my money

They want me to lose but I’ma win

I made it there before and I'mma make it there again

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Bullshit kept to a minimum

Come at me on subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight

You need a M-F miracle

A Saddam bomb lyrical, something chemical

Hungry enough to scrape plates

A sure shotter, and rule sour

The mall's ours, the whores crowd us for twenty four hours

Ignore cowards, stunting one of my super powers

Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylin

Used to violence, old beef new medallions

You’ve been drowning, I'm flying en route to island

G-Unit soldier in the front line of the new battalion

The car is German, the paint's black, the shoes Italian

I don’t cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whyling

No need for a stylist, I'm already styling

Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin'

Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain’t nobody smiling for

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war

Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?

Eye for an eye, time to even out the score

I’d rather be not here, than hungry

I’m sick when I’m not near my money

They want me to lose but I’ma win

I made it there before and I'mma make it there again

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

Rainman, Hoffman

211 Range, bad bitch coughing

Good weed expel out my lungs

Re-up on a rizzy 'fore I’m done

Cocaine pitching, Sandy Koufax

Being broke at thirty give you the chills, Biggie wrote that

Robin Leech tour, condo on the boardwalk

211 X Jaguar, make the girls talk

Hermes stitch, five thousand on the blazer

Disrespect the head turn a nigga chaser

The difference between me and you is you Mel Gibson with your bitch, and I'm a pimp

My Fonzarelli flow make the hoes drool

Candy paint dripping off the old school

So don't merge in my lane

El Chapo of the game

I built a tunnel for the cane

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war

Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor

What the fuck do you take me for?

Eye for an eye, time to even out the score

I’d rather be not here, than hungry

I’m sick when I’m not near my money

They want me to lose but I’ma win

I made it there before and I'mma make it there again