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[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight
out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white
wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your
man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light
switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force
‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll
paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be
a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman
(What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat
screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it
street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball
with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is
all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales
and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale
with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the
diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer
woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a
entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit
ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til
they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the
beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the
slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the
camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t
fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my
grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock
drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you
not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast
me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can
match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you
wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend
rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it
handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular
reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican
canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve
snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the
chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’
‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll
probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned
that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t
Holyfield, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til
they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the
beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya
hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya
hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands
up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit 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)
What, man fuck what he said
Man 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)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
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