[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I Keep My Hip On Pound 'cause She Gets Hectic In My Town
Drag My Family With Me 'cause That's How Real Niggaz Get Down
If It Wasn't For 50 I Probably Wouldn't Be Around
Caught Up In The Temptations, Sitting In Jail Or Underground
And For That If You Snap A Finger I'll Lay A Nigga Down
Its Fucked Up When Your Only Facial Expression Is A Frown
A Hood Rat A Put A Future In A Fools Pants
Till She Find Out You Cant Buy Furniture With Food Stamps
A Year Ago I Made A Decision Before I Shut My Eyelids
Pray To God I Get Shot Tomorrow 'cause I Don't Like Surprises
When You Hot As A Oven, They Embrace You With Open Arms
When You Cold As A Freezer, Niggaz Treat You Like They Don't Need Ya'
Some People Call It They Vapors, Me I Call It Amnesia
Live My Life Principle Driven, Never Bite The Hand That Feeds Ya'
Never Mind All The Haters, Fuck Them All, Let Them Die Slow
All I Need Is My Niggaz, Money, Liquor, And Hydro
I Know!

[Chorus - 2X]
Everybody Gon' Die One Day
Whether Its Natural Causes Or Gun Play
But Fucking With Me You Sliding Down A One Way
I Keep It Gangsta From Monday To Sunday

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't Blame Me, Blame My Mom And Pop For Breeding This
The Game Needed This
Lloyd Banks, A.k.a. Mr. I Don't Feed A Bitch
Or Need A Bitch, I State It When I Meet A Bitch
If You Wanna Trick You Need A Switch
'Cause I Don't Trick Adidas Bitch
This Is All I Got, I Have To Blow
So Whether Its Fast Or Slow
Platinum Flow Is Making It Easy To Kidnap A Hoe
Pop The Bag, Pass The Dro'
Blow About A Half A O
Legit Citizenship, My Pimp Is International
You Gotta Agree, These Motherfuckers A Probably Have Me Latin
Before They Find A Nigga Hotter Than Me
We On Top As Far As I Can See
And Since The Hood Watching Me
My Regular Trip To The Mall Is A Shopping Spree
I'm The Number One Draft Pick, None Of Y'all Topping Me
I Move Around With The Plastic, You Ain't Dropping Me
The Show Me Love In My City
They Fucking With Me And I'm Fucking With Them
Nigga G-Unit Till The End

[Chorus - 2X]

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Your Six Inches From A Coffin
So I Suggest You Stop Talking
And Make Me Resort To Violence
And You'll No Longer Be Walking
Your Six Inches From A Coffin
So I Suggest You Stop Talking
And Make Me Resort To Violence, Nigga

[Outro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
You Gotta Love It!