Lloyd Banks - Stranger lyrics

Uh! I'm doin' my thang (I'm doin' my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine) All the day all the time (All the day all the time) n***a you know how we roll (n***a you know how we roll) Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's) I'm holdin' my ground (I'm holdin' my ground) In case somethin' goes down (In case somethin' goes down) Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big bu*t and a smile They set ya up you f** around have to buck in the crowd Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday n***as'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say In a land of attitudes A-K's and accidents Where n***as split blunts eight ways and pack the b**h Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch Your perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n***as you roll with Before you know it n***as be shootin' up yo' sh** The clubs a fashion show, so n***as go get And rev up all the broke n***as rockin' they old sh** Before the night is done they be another murder Put your money to the side for another burner [Chorus] (Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that I feel like it's targets all over my back Because of these broads that's layin' over my lap A n***a that young ain't 'sposed to live like that I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back Stashin' my guns cause I know they might rat I'm doin' my thang (I'm doin' my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Uh! I'm frontin' in my G62's the yellow and royal blues I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools The one that n***as admire many study all my moves And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze You a s**er for love, or maybe I'm a bit different If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon? I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon And I'm out poppin' Cris b**h I'll show you how I'm livin' I keep havin' them dreams bout n***as gettin' the drop on me Lettin' them things fly up and down the block for me True fear n***as don't feel ya they triflin' But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change It's probably the Maserati, Ferrari, yeah the Range This is Southside street talk the hood slang And my product, a open your nose like good Caine