[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

Yeah (Yeah)

These niggas wanna see me cause of the way I shine

But it ain't that easy to get mine, you get your ass laid down

[Chorus]

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Funny how the world revolves around my clique

'Cause just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit

Me and my right hand shared the same outfit

Which fueled the fire that I aired The Game out wit'

It's amazin' the way the boy came out quick

For that platinum niggas'll blow your brain out, shit

I'm the new nigga the others can't stand (Uh)

The rubber band man, be god damned if I can (Oh!)

Let (Oh!) another nigga feel my spot

If a nigga steal from me, it's the steel I pop

I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill, I'm not

Won't stop lettin' that steerin' wheel peel the block

[Chorus]

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

[Verse 2: The Game]

Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement

Nah, I borrowed his G-Units to walk through the Matrix

I'm signed to the doctor, I ain't got no patience

So he put me with 50 Cent, now I got a face-lift

Magazines wanna know where the fuck L.A. been

It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in

2001, I was playin' my PlayStation

Heard 9 shots; I'm faced down with my heart pacin'

All I could think about was hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement

It was either that or the state pen

I woke up out that coma, police waitin' for a statement

[Chorus]

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Pass the weed, let a nigga get into his zone

Poppa left me all alone in the world to roam

But now I'm grown, millionaires in my cell phone

A year past now, god dead and L gone

And I’m sick, bought a chopper with a long clip

So think about that before you make ya songs, dick

Or lose a limb

Please don’t get me confused with him

'Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win

If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride

Every strip, block, the projects is on my side

I’m ghetto calm, about a hundred grand on my arm

Sick watch, another hundred grand on my charm

Broke nigga

[Chorus]

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round

(Down)

The paint is peelin'

(Down)

When the chips are down

(Down)

You gotta lose all feelin'

(Down)

Your head goes round and round