Interpret:

Lloyd Banks

Album:

Rotten Apple

[Lloyd Banks] 
So you say you a gangsta, riiight 
Are you really a rider, yeeaa 
You dont take shit from no one, nooo 
And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin dough, lets go 


[Verse - Lloyd Banks] 
I'll be a South Side nigga till i rot 
Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot 
Superman armor on the '69 drop 
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop 
i blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel 
My head light smooth when i move the steering wheel 
I aint runnin from nothing, its top dollar to chill 
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill 
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field 
I aint tough for the tube, I'll smack yall for real 
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later 
Im hood like butterholes and pissy elevators 
I went from playin the same block to Bangkok 
So i can get money between raindrops 
And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week 
And get so much pussy i cant sleep 


[Chorus] 
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own 
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom 
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here 
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow 


[Verse - Lloyd banks] 
I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars, yep 
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett 
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa 
White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner 
Im a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper 
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper 
I aint a regular nigga 
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore 
My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em 
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on em 
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue 
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo 
We dont tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks 
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips 
Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks poppin out the wrists 
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks 


[Chorus] 
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own 
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom 
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here 
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow 


[Verse - Lloyd Banks] 
A nigga throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed 
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm 
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm 
I got a chunky arm, Im a fucking Don 
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong 
I dont cuddle, as soon as i get the nut im gone 
Im in a class all by myself 
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself 
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum 
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones 
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again 
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in 
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya 
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter 
Nigga you stupid ridin by tryna blast me 
Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi 


[Chorus] 
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now Im on my own 
So i had to learn a few things bout survival, Like the ice pick done off the bottom 
If you scared dont come 'round here, guns ammunition dont run out here 
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he wont see tomorrow