Verse [Eminem]   Shady aftermath,   Whoo kid, let’s go   10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5   4, 3, 2, 1      Intro [Lloyd Banks]   Return of the PLK brought me the feedback   And Halloween havoc showed niggas   I could repeat that   They need that    so lay your seat back   And pay attention   And follow me through volume three   outta dimension      Verse [Lloyd Banks]   They don’t make niggas like they use to   I’m living proof   Making a killing off a sinning   Cause I give the truth   When I ain’t putting the crap down   I’m spinning coupes   Too hot, I’m winter-proof   Them niggas wouldn’t give a tooth   I hit the switch, tint the roof   Famous cause I flip the booth   Dangerous, what a hit produce   A body you, and get the truest   Ask them if they caking   You probably ain’t gon get the truth   Me? I’m hella honest   Went Ferrari when I flipped the coupe   Sorry but we got ta’   Party with the choppas   Ammo when we casa, come slippin   And we got cha   Drippin blood, like pasta   Confine the boxers   I be in shackles while my mama watch us   Til they pick a time to drop us   ??? I’m a pro at this   Golden gift,    grimey as the niggas I be rolling with   Lil man hold the fifth,    Heavy over loaded piff   Chevy over chromey lips   Catch me with your homie bitch   In a swollen six,    diamond flooded rolly wrist   Shining was my only wish,   Chinchilla was for more   If the club a place for fun   Then what you bring your pistol for   All these dummies in denial    When drama pop this shit to floor   Money coming by the pile   ??? ???   c-notes in the liquor store   Speed boats on a different shore   A nigga tell you I ain’t the one   He ain’t know nothing   Bet he change his opinion   You let him hold something   I’m in a rove stunting   Wheels back to back   From a block away or more   You’d think I had the traffic packed   Shawty’s rest in cadillacs   Can’t hold they asthma back   Niggas talking mills now   They ain’t made half of that   Me I’m in the hood for real   Right there where they trapping at   Right there where it happens at    All familiar habit   My habits are, carrots y’all   Sexing in the fastest cars   Green gang mastermind   Nine levels past the bar   Past the torch   Niggas ain’t swerving   Never past the Porsche   I aim what they leeching off   BAP! Get them bastards off   Rock in the rap game   The top guys pageants off   Took it like a murder   When he wouldn’t knock a rabbit off   Catch me out in Madison   On my automatic horse   Word play magical   I millimeter gat em all   You won’t have a career   After I shatter yours   Then splatter his,    what my overwhelming average is      Streets ain’t a game nigga   I was born by myself,    But I ain’t going how I came nigga   Cause I’m a take a couple with me   If they get me   I’m tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky   Come on if you with me   I’m strong in the city   I’m never by myself   I got the chrome riding, dig me?   Rest in peace to Pac,   Rest in peace to Biggie   The industry been shinny now   Let’s increase the gritty