Styles P - Unexplainable lyrics

[Hook: Lloyd Banks] Here's where I go in Back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout Neck, wrist froze out, top fiver no doubt Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count Back with your cake out and quit runnin your mouth It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Cool people, Knievel in my alter-ego Zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, about a mil and a half keyhole Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilos Three-notes got my p's q's in my jeans G-g-gee whiz, my ride's like a superhero's Four-five ceelo, look how good I reload Right back at you b**h a** n***as abide the G code Click-clack deep hole, the industry Debo We built these n***as ground up Why would they figure we fold? Figure fours on the competition I Yoke Em tell me you joking My flow is like the levees open Foreign trips, four to five zips, heavy smoking ??? tips, 45 clips, Chevy smoking He put all he got into this I bet he make it Ain't gotta give me sh**, I'mma take it [Hook] [Verse 2: Styles P] Here's how I show out Even though I rap I'm with n***as that move the blow out Let him pull the dough out You can make it rain but I'd rather make it snow out Run up in your crib with the big .44 out Here's how I show out Watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowup I'mma k** the block and then leave when it slow up Get your mind popped off before the sign that you throw up I just want to lamp and see the weed plants grow up n***as get that money, legal or illegally Bullets put these n***as right where they need to be b**hes never leaving me, Porsche pull off easily Back on the dough route, grams and the o's out Ki and the pound wrapped, n***a where your pound at? Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop You can f** around and I'll pop five in your coupe [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Getting money dances and 25 chances My camp is crazy as the new black panthers Brush toward the canvas as I stroke my ego Rap Pica**o with my eyes closed ??????? Spark Cohibas while I snicker at the non-believers I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God I got a thing for beaches, getting my favorite job Pain happens, young scarred that's what made us hard Money, d**, guns ain't facade shorty play your part I'm part of the lucky to lead a part Living luxurious, lady layer that's my art [Hook]