Lloyd Banks - King Do My Thing lyrics

[Lloyd Banks] This when my pedal drops, everything stops pretty glittering watch you hear me doing my thing pops uh, hate my value like a 100 mil keep it trill all day, clear the way cuz I come to k** [Chorus] green green green the next thing outta queens nothing you have ever seen I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team I aint gon be nothing baby I'ma be a king go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing yeah I'ma do my thing baby watch me do my thing and now I work them ends I'm still out here with my bling dirty than a muthaf-cker riding with my thing cause that's what drama bring uh, do me evenings, movie screens while I pa** the block R.I.P's in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot playin' hard rock, bet a mil and half you drop I'm still sh-ttin the dealership is my bathroom stop this aint your average gwap, big drop a bag you drop cuz n-ggas don't congratulate me rather hate, mad you hot just be mad you not die fast, stab or shot rambo dagger, mag or glock rambo swagger stashing rocks ammo stack a platinum pot guard it like a leprechaun Louie V letters on sweaters gettin my checkers on the streets crowned me, I smoke all day sleep bounty heat round me, hold my toes the thought of defeat hounds me [Chrous] [Lloyd Banks] Look at me now, look at me smile know you'd rather look at me down or look at me ball bet these girls aint looking at y'all look at my broad, look at my car look at my crib than look at my yard now look at my ring but watch your eyes look at my chain you looking for God f-ck these groupies I way too hard busting my a** too stay sh-t hard give up my last to feed the fam keeping these ba*tards on they job my brothers keeper, my pa**ion for the dough is deeper k** all year, k** em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish) look what my pen draw B-tch with the wrist I'm Chris Paul Millions by the four piss poor I'm on my sixth tour me and maurijauna equals little shop of horror catch me on the block tomorrow (?) pop my collar [Chorus]