Lloyd Banks - New p**y lyrics

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! Thi-thi- this is that G-sh**! {"COLD CORNER"!} Not-not that R'n'B sh**! {THE MIXTAPE!} [scratches] [Intro:] Yeah! Thi-thi- this is that G-sh**! {WHOO KID!} Not-not that R'n'B... [rewind] [Intro:] Yeah! Thi-thi- this is that G-sh**! Not-not that R'n'B sh**! Yeah! My-my my n***as need this! {DAMN!} [kids ovation] It's 2 G's Up! {COME ON!} [Verse:] Put my back against the wall, I'm coming back! - Holding a Gat! Don't get clapped - all over rap. Vision black - rat-tat-tat-tat [gunshot] Tools on my gun wounds like big said, I get bread Jealousy help my sh** spread. - I smoke 'em like a rich dread (whoo!) Chronic out the windpipe and keep his Gat with him tight (yeah!) These other rappers feminine and wear their denim skintight! I been right! - The win type - since my speed 10 bike (uh!) Don't come without a invite - or feel the barrel spin by. (uh-huh!) That f** a hoe attitude that Snoop was on, I been on it (yeah!) The only bag I bought a broad had McDonald's on it Neck got diamonds on it! - That's why they climbin' on 'em. (yeah!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo} Reach, I eat the f** food. (ha!) He'll look like piranha tore 'em. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} Bank$'ll connoisseur 'em, extinct, dinosaur 'em. Run in a n***a crib - break the fine China on 'em! (pssh!) He rap about big clips but he don't got 'em on 'em! (uh-huh!) Scared to show his face in the bricks and he ain't got a warrant. (whaaaaooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!) We will crush whoever you bring if we cannot ignore it Bet his mouth won't say nothin' slick with the heater knockin' on it. Hoppin' out with everything! - Wear my j**elry everywhere. Royal blue pennies with my Semi and my Pelle, yeah! Yeah! - I been street aware way before the green Murder scene, children know [scream] what candles on the corner mean. (hahhh!) I made it out the corridor. - They blowin' out enormous steam. (uh!) 'Cause I'm showin' all this guap. Bentley spur-forest green! (yeah!) I'm already mean but if the engineer record it clean. I'm a make 'em bling like the feeling when you dope a fiend, Kush leaves from night to morn, three quarters of my life is p**n. My schedule ain't quite the norm, I barely got to write this song, We don't follow right from wrong. - We do what the f** we want! Hot b**h, icey arm, catch me with the trunk in front. (whoo!) These n***as ain't gon' like me long, f** it let the punk get pumped I carry like I'm licensed for 'em - n***a don't confront me drunk. (yeah!) I crack 'em with' this empty rose, turn his head to humpty dump I one night stand these hoes. - Better? for c*nt (nah!) Addict for the love of cash, bright future, troubled past, Daiquiris and beach chairs, you gotta drive to cut my gra**! (uuuuuuh-ooooooooooooooh!) I pack like plaxico 'cause of the way my necklace glow (whooo!) Hoes and 4 wheelers by the villas out in mexico! {DAMN! } I love the dough! - X and O! - G mackin', steppin' slow Bro, you a stepping stone, I'm known but I'm reppin' though. {Whoooooooooooo!} Bring ya chick around, I'm takin' her home, makin' her moan Makin' her scream, sendin' her back, now you mad, breakin' her phone. (whoo!) Ain't no arguin', I'm grown, stay the f** up out my zone Get it, it hit it, then I'm gone! - Let my n***a get his turn. - Word! {COME ON!} [Chorus:] There's no p**y like new p**y, [scream] {OOOHH!} There's no money like new dough, - I though ya knew hoe I'm hood hoppin', you know how the 22's roll {CAN'T FORGET...} Smokin' out the window of the Benz, yeah the usual {MONEY WRONG} How the hell they gon catch me? - Them n***as too slow! {KAOS!} Money over more sh**, where I go, the crew go! Tell me I ain't doin' my thang - the f** is you, yo! Catch me ridin' round with my thang, I drop a sumo. {DAMN!} Sooner or later, matter of time, bet they all learn Snitches die a thousand times, G's make the world turn. {DAMN!} [Outro:] Yeah! If you know what we know... It's still M-O-B though! {HAHA} Ha! {CAN'T FORGET...} Yeah! {MONSTER!} [blast]