[Intro: Lloyd Banks]

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride

They gon' ride, we all gon' ride

I've come from the heart of South Side

Holdin' it down for my niggas that died

I gotta busy bird on my side

Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll

I'll have niggas scrappin' the skin off yo face

With the same shit they peel the potatoes

I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us

The willpower and reflexes of Larry Davis

You don't wanna see my block formin'

That's a hundred and one doggs

And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em

We're respected highly

Cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body

Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby

If I bring all my niggas, I'll need an extra lobby

As soon as you ain't around jake

You get your ass whipped for chips

Now that's the real definition of poundcake

I got the crown, snake, and you can tell when I'm shopping

Cause when the mall stampedin', you feel the ground shake

I got a car I only drive on Thursdays

I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake than birthdays

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

You know how I gets down, this pound holds six rounds

I told ya I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now!

You hear that fo'-fif sound; duck when I spit rounds

Cause this ain't Beverly Hills; you in the bricks now

We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale

You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell

It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail

We on that "fuck the police" shit, we livin' in hell

You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground

These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around

I never learn, even after I took a couple shots

I just got me some Band-Aids and bought a couple Glocks

Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks

Once they hear that 12-gauge, that's when the trouble stops

If it's beef, then I'm ready to ride

Just come to Cashville, you can find me on the South Side

Motherfucker

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five

You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name

Whether the truck or train, my mind's stuck on the grind

Cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came

Yeah, ain't talkin' shit but we can all tell he ass

Jabs will black his eyes like the R. Kelly mask

You gotta blast me, yo, cause the Louisville

Will have yo head lookin' like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner with a raspy flow

Got every boyfriend thinkin' their girlfriend's a nasty ho

My heart laughin' it's small

Maybe it's cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball

Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that

Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot they hawk you

I got the hood on my shoulder

Chain big as a boulder

The 3-5-7 tucker

Motherfucker

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there

Oh yeeuh, this shiny shit right here

I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Outro: Lloyd Banks]

Yeeuh, haha

Motherfucker

I'm here... yeeuh

Lloyd Banks!

G-G G-G G-G G-G G-G G-Unit!

Money by any means, nigga