[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Just another day, chilling in the hood Just another day around the way I'm tipsy off the Hennessy We riding round with the H-K, nigga we don't play Just another day, chilling in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke a quarter pound a day G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
[Lloyd Banks] Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead And I know, it's all over the way I see bread Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said 'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols Bleeding around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did The O.G.'s trying to hide they phony smiling Reputation always arise in Coney Island I'm at your local newsstand jerk While the only XXL you been in as a shirt And, speaking of shirts, get a new white T God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!
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[Lloyd Banks] Now I'm going, shoppin with a plastic card now I'm growing, knocking international broads down They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down I'm holding, a glock so don't even act that hard now You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown So break your little weed up and crack your cigars down Cause I ain't trying to start my visits, with the fucking judge giving niggaz life like it's parkin tickets Now I get to go to bed with a model And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix You might have spent some paper on your little charm but My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!