Lloyd Banks - 718 n***a lyrics

[Starts off with the beat of Prodigy's: "Young Veterans".] [car tires squeal] [Intro:] COME ON! "5 AND BETTER"! [scream] "RETURN... OF THE PLK"! [gunshot] [Chorus 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}] We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip! Speeding by I'm like Angaledy on my sh**. '0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow n***as up Bottle after bottle models follow in the truck! - What? [car tires squeal] {Whooooooo!} [Verse:] The hood miss the champion, cause everybody dancing an' These bi-polar n***as keep talking until you answer them. Somebodies amping 'em! - I f** around and trample 'em Squash 'em by accident, I'll never shake your hand again! [gunshot] Shopping off the manakin' - dropping 20 grand again Copping while they srcambling, I make it back gambling. Your girl look like a gremlin' - and mine look like a dime on Stilleto or a Timb'land - she'll pop up on your mind! {LLOYD BANK$!} Mind your own f**ing bidness don't get nosey, it get hurt! Burried holy in the dirt from a word over the chirp. I'm nothing like these other n***as all my clothes fit, And I don't walk around wearing bags like a chick! n***as talking birds, ain't never seen A BRICK! You either down or YOU NOT - ain't no in between this sh**. {HAHA!} If you learn to be respectful I might let you clean the whip And get nose bleed tickets to the show you f**ing prick. {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo} And my cake bigger! - I'm a "718 n***a" {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} You a snake, n***a! - One foot over the gate, n***a! Just wait n***a! - Cowards don't last long, get blast on Bloody face; all over the mask on, your a** gone. {DAMN!} [shot] Don't come through here without your pa** on they Throwing "2 G's Up" - so you ain't got to ask 'em! All these n***as want nice things, Bentleys and Ranged out Man, I ain't seen Lupe with his board since he came out. {MONEY WRONG!} I bet he traded that in for some wheels [police sirens] Cause his ships change every couple years and they I'll! [police sirens] It might not be nessaccery, that's just how I feel [police sirens] n***a you don't like me die slow - pop a pill! [gunshot] You ain't got a career, just cause you got a deal Half of these n***as told they'll come out and never will On the real! - These cupcake n***as know the deal My goons give out the wounds, you ain't wanna feel! [Chorus 2:] We heavy on the dollars and heavy on the clips Riding through Manhattan all black and on piff. All black Ferrari and I'm prob'ly with your b**h Nothing on my mind more than how to get rich! [Chorus 1:] We heavy on the hydro, and heavy on the hip! Speeding by I'm like Angaledy on my sh**. [car tires squeal] '0-8 Gallardo, man I hollow n***as up! Bottle after bottle, models follow in the truck! - What? [gunshot] [Outro:] THISIS50-... dot-COM! [beat fades out]