Aw man, can I get a raw beat?   Y'all ready, y'all ready   For the main man   The Lloyd Banks      Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners   The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors   Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished   Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch      Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round   You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now   You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully   You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me      You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem   See you later I read your head, you be a Robin   I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin'   You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin'      I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the 'gators   They lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us   You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes   You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale with the snitches      Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes   They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close   I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose   Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues      Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet   I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt   Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me   But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee   Bitch      Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one   It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one   We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone   If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home   'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride   If you a playboy, you got one on East side   Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride      (What)   Ride   (What)   Ride   (What)   Ride   (Right, damn)   (Let's go)      I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer   I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera   Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa   'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma      I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn   'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong   Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me   Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me      You shouldn't wanna fight, unless you wanna fight   For your life in the hospital a hundred nights   I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin'   You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin'      I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family   All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie   You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks   You wore your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks      Even my father knows, where the revolver goes   I bring the beef to your front door like Dominoes   And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze   Me in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close      Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing   Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney King   So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel   Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield   Nigga      Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one   It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one   We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone   If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home   'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride   If you a playboy, you got one on East side   Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride      Everybody on the left get yo' hands up   (Get yo' hands up)   Everybody on the right get yo' hands up   (Get yo' hands up)   Everybody up front get yo' hands up   (Get yo' hands up)   And everybody out back get yo' hands up   (What)      And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up   (What)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)      What, man fuck what he said man, put 'em up   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)   Now put 'em up   (Put 'em up!)      Ooh   Lloyd Banks, what?   Ooh!