Lloyd Banks - k**a Theme lyrics

[Verse-Lloyd Banks] Ay the game is survival You wouldn’t know a real n***a if he walked up and robbed you They gonna have to revive you Cause if i slide thru, i wouldn’t be there if i was you You smoke and they gonna let on us You damn near retarded a small yellow bus I pull a Porsche out in the fall for the rush Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs We put up houses and haul on the trucks When i move smooth, ima ball til im dust Plus, you n***as can’t eat no more Or, walk around in the street no more I run this city, thats why my feet so sore I got the whole hood hooked ‘he so raw’ I pull up on your set, with bad intentions Like a bullet in ya neck Anybody can get it the cal’ and the sket I drink away to pay and pop mo’ on the jet A bag of the goo rock the mall when im set Jus got a new calico and a tec Fresh haircut powder all on my neck Next stop stop at the mall in the vet The green gang with me and the all hold sket Nah we ain’t gonna send ya girl home yet She G B and we all want next 300 thousand we all know less Unless its small, a European tour Car code handle on a European door n***as get money but the Unit gettin more Troopers on the roof, stashbox in the floor Green and white bow with the matchin valour Air hold muffler attached to the 4 And a batch and the raw [Bridge-Lloyd Banks] You n***as better move man when we come thru the door Movin with the Uz’ man, you’ll be a body on the floor We dont go by the rules and we break any f**in law n***as gonna lose man [Verse-Tony Yayo] Im on the flyin spur sh**, chinchilla that fur sh** 40 cal watch me murc sh** n***as out in the hood so im out in Cancun Labels eatin off some garbage like some damn raccoons Clap all ya goons, knock a barrell in the sky Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes G-unit is the team we the hottest group out Got me in a Phantom, the hottest coupe out Some live to the fullest, some never get ahead O.G’s doin life, young boys in the feds Tough times dont last, tough people do Crack and rap money thats my revenue And you wanna stick who?, what the f** is you thinkin 100 dollars from my ATM will have you stinkin My chain blingin, VVS stones its all good Southside, Bedstuy, catch me in the hood [Yayo talking] Yeaa, Rotten Apple n***a, comin this Summer I dont give a f** who you are, what label you on When Banks drop, Blue Heffner, Gangreen, you better push back n***a Ya heard?!, you can be on Interscope, you can be on Def Jam n***a And if i get on parol…im on parol If i get off this probation yall n***as is in trouble man, For real Lloyd Banks, Blue Heffner, Rotten Apple n***a the hottest sh** out Muthaf**a, mixtape is better than ya muthaf**in album Yo Banks man, f**in run New York n***a you know what time it is Fitty wattup, Buck wattup!