(Lloyd Banks Intro)   Clear the area imma let the cannon blow/   Why you think i brought my cousins from Jersey fo   Im used to stuntin keep a diamond and an antidote   Im from the gutter motherfucker      (Verse 1)   To be honest i aint never visit the suburbs   before the rap/   nigga i'm from the hood where you can find them quarter waters at/   and actin like you cant afford all that/ Please   my whole click shops heavy aint no time for the stores to stack/   we burn O's find a whole to clap/   lately i've been on my eastcoast shit dealin with a florida rat/   be fucked if i swing that blammer/   it'll take your whole record lable to bring back hammer/   damn near 40 a couple g's a pen/   and i still get my 3 white tees for 10/   you roll shit and roll dice till the cops come/   which means they have to time to communicate which means they unite as a top gun/   no ridin the emergency van/   'cause i can take trips come back to New York City curved with a tan/   blow 40 cal. curvin a man/   ready to murder a man/   thinkin hes tougher than Roberta Derann/ (Man)      (Tity Boi Chorus 2x)   See the do err we does/   the liquor and drugs/   life of a thug and thats keepin it hood/   the girls who flow/   who hustle for dough/   enough to swallow some throat/   is keepin it hood/      (Tity Boi Verse 2)   I'm hood by nature my habitat i stay brushed/   like an Island/   with trash shirts and pirates/   some work the day and some work the night shift/   some work for change and some for a night lift/   the climate gets hot/   these broads take they tops off/   like the CL6 and ride till they get lost/   i'm down for life my nigga got 4 strikes/   and wont come out until he die and come back like hes born twice/   his own price/   i know that i confess that/   if i loose my contacts i still bring the best back/   like bought 9 of the pies/   i eat 4 and give 5 to my guys/   i like to ride with my eyes on the prise/   get outa line i'll rinse this nine in your eyes/   they thinkin im lyin but na luckily see i got buck and banks/   and the feet got a pedicure 'cause the truck got painted/ (yea)      (Chorus 2x)      (Young Buck Verse 3)      Extend the clip and finish my fith of hen/   and here comes that tennessee titan hes at it again/   roll up that green sticky/   i brought my team with me/   bring banks tell him to meet me up by magic city/   we got more and more than rambo/