Uncle Murda - My Way Or Nothing lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks & DJ Whoo Kid] All by myself I riii-iii-iiide Bring it back All by myself I riii-iii-iiide Let's go [Hook: Lloyd Banks] I don't need nobody by my siii-iii-iiide Surviving on my liii-iii-iiie... Now I gotta make it riii-iii-iiight [Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] Bad luck and the gift where I'm a go with this To the top I ain't dying another knowing miss So I'm putting in time over shift Got too many problems for the sober sh** we all getting older quick You roll with me you hold a clip Keep your moving militant you won't get hit Victim to a open strip Love the purp need a open trip G-5 laying to a smoking whip Chain like the old Slick Rick New label movie making and I'm usually able Give you the G to make a dime acting bougie pay you I had a shine since a moving cradle I'm glowing! The rap owens and I'm going Where they bill throwing I dust 'em! - Nothing but heels showing. - I'm outy! A trail of smoke behind me bet it make 'em talk about me f** a percentage give me mine up front I k** the pain with the liquor! Clear my mind with the blunt [Hook] These n***as bluffing! - Spine made of stuffing We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing Now hater just be a gunner if it's something When my clock stop Before the time you n***as coming! [Bridge] I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual That alone will make you mad let the j**els do We confused you! You n***as move, you Won't play around when my crew, that's the new rule! [Verse 2 - Uncle Murda] That's word to that brick in my crib - if it's beef I catch you slipping your dead I don't care if you with your kid If you ain't got no beef, go start some Beef let you know who in your crew got heart son In my hood n***as baby momma's be vexed When they hear their man be beefing with Me what you expect Them chicks know I weigh more harder! And now the kids is growing up without their father The Boogie Man tell ya! Murda a monster! I've been bussing my gun since n***as was playing Contra And I was just a lil' little boy When my momma died I been thinking about the good ol' days When I'm getting high I'm the black George Bush of this war sh** He beefing for more oil I'm beefing for more bricks! You better hope you get a chance to bang, yo! I'm a shoot you in your face! Till I run outta ammo! [Hook] These n***as bluffing! - Spine made of stuffing We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing Now hater just be a gunner if it's something When my clock stop Before the time you n***as coming! [Bridge] I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual That alone will make you mad let the j**els do We confused you! You n***as move, you Won't play around when my crew, that's the new rule! [Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] Uh! Southside to the soul, I eat sleep that Never really left so I ain't gotta bring the heat back Swammie On Deck-o Put the pedal on the petrol And the pieces all plastic Heavy metal on my neck though Little sh** coming' in, just hanging' I had to let go Gotta make my future look bright! - flow And your a step slow, don't make me step on ya 10 prints concepted and push out the last breath in ya New Porsche leffin' ya I'm living to the max Live my life try to get here. - Damn, if I'm going back! In the day never thought I'd get away bodies drop Y'all pray don't know another way. - Hey! Coppers got us on display Probably do anything' for dollars and some yay - From farmers to the bay A part of my pajamas, it's a Tre! Trust me! - I''ll put that on my momma on a plate [Hook] These n***as bluffing! - Spine made of stuffing We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing Now hater just be a gunner if it's something When my clock stop Before the time you n***as coming! [Bridge] I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual That alone will make you mad let the j**els do We confused you! You n***as move, you Won't play around when my crew, that's the new rule!