Lloyd Banks - Better You Know Me lyrics

[Chorus:] Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad And going on our way to bad I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab Cause going on our way to bad Bad enough we got the coppers on our tail n***as hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill Made man one and only, better you know me... [Verse 1:] Uh... Two b**hes ride me while the time fly by n***as love the media they got their mind, not I I'm high, just happy to be alive, high five 'Bout 50 grand on my hand and the Lamb pop eyes Animal engine revvin', knockin' predicate felon I'm excellin', I can show 'um better than I can tell 'um Double L'in, OG loud that's why you smellin' Inhalin and exhalin' till they swellin' then these n***as tellin' Uh, champagne in the speedin' lane I got the strongest dope out, all I need is a vein n***as come in the game fresh, and they leave with a chain You rapin' sh**, g**nin', I'm leadin' the train A lot of n***az mad at me, insecurity actually Emotion ragin' rapidly, torture majesty Music address me, got strippers shakin' they a** for free sh** slow we have to beef, as I paint my masterpiece [Chorus:] Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad And going on our way to bad I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab Cause going on our way to bad Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail n***as hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill Made man one and only, better you know me... [Verse 2:] Lil' n***as gettin' fresh with the mouth, but I'm the cleanest No doubts or body guards it's me and Jesus Twin nina's for my demons you can go to hell I got a Bentley, Benz and Beemer, I can show and tell Dimepiece, gold chanel In Amsterdam they get my high tweaked, throw the cell, gwop, do you know the smell Money change verdicts, don't matter who's murdered I'm the new breed, them fools had it and burnt it Perfect, unfaded, I'm walkin' the Earth with A swagger that's retarded and guarded in every verse, sick Big pound of purp' sh**, don't come on the turf with Disrespectful looks, you'll get your necklace took... [Chorus:] Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad And going on our way to bad I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab Cause going on our way to bad Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail n***as hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill Made man one and only, better you know me...