Lloyd Banks - No Click Remix lyrics

[Intro - Tony Yayo (Lloyd Banks)] Yeah n***a! We f**in back! Hunger for More! Tony's Home! Yo Banks I told these n***a's man (Ya'll done f**ed up now) [Chorus - Lloyd Banks] ain't No click like the one I'm wit' If the drama gets thick, It's the guns I get (Now) G-Unit n***a's is runnin' this sh** (Now) If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down) We gettin' doh' everywhere we go And it's k**in' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now) G-Unit n***a's is runnin' this sh** (Now) If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down! [Verse - Lloyd Banks] By now I know you done seen me On ya' stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV I skeet babies on ya breezy And I ain't' stoppin', Only Jack the Jacob could freeze me Squeeze me and its bye bye gone We got guns like Popeye's arm I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin' 'Cause there's one on all of mine, I'm the rap Phil Jackson I built the rep for murder on every Who Kid Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it the kid tight And you ain't' even put up a fight, so its back to the amateurs Wrappin' ya' sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats want to stand wit' us They hop in the van wit us and clap on cameras I hit the clubs, now I'm back tourin' Canada's Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers [Chorus] [Verse - Lloyd Banks] Make sure the birds don't get brought to him I watched Kobe go from the Basketball Court to the courtroom Go'head try to do my harm solider And you'll be in a black bag like gra** out the lawnmower And I'll be damn if I cosign a old snitch That was g**nin' when Jaws was a Goldfish I've been named New York's screamin' on the street For bullying the baseline and leanin' on the beat I'm well known now so you see me on the creep Schemin' on a freak, fan base leanin' on the jeep They walkin' wit the fire So if you say banks in ya verse, Then you better be talkin bout Tyra From P.A. to L.A., Atlanta to Texas Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous I pa** through the city slow, But hit the gas on a silly hoe Bounce like a** in my video [Chorus] [Verse - Tony Yayo] Aye yo Uno, dos, tres, quatro' My click eat like the Twelve Holy Apostles We bust down models, and plush out Tahoe's Jewels froze, look like we hit the Lotto P89, My clip filled wit' hollows Stunt in the club, get hit wit' yellow bottles Don't speak ma if ya neck don't swallow 'Cause 50 push Bentley's and Dre push Diablo's That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow Screws ???? swimmin' in my Castro Yay' rap is crack, and I got the best blow, best flow Banks' put me in the booth, Let's Go Think like Cestro, the games in a la**o Jump in the Benz without snaps on the petro' God gave me this flow, so I am special In 16 bars n***a I'm finished, Faneeco! [Chorus] [Outro - Tony Yayo] We told y'all motherf**ers man Ya'll n***az look like us, stunt like us, but y'all not us man! Lloyd Banks, Hunger for More! We back n***a! 50 the General! Young Beezy Buck! Game! Rap game is ours n***a! Hunger for More! This is rider music n***a! This for them gangstas, them generals, and them comrades! This rider music! ha ha!