Lloyd Banks - Payback (P's And Q's) lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!! Uh! Yeah my music 'bout the money Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh! I meet my Forbes at the corner store The way you n***as rappin out here, I just want it more Turn the music down you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred b**hes last year just bagged a hundred more They hatin, But everything that goes comes back Sticky green funpack j**elry make me hump back Backpackers want that, and it ain't about the diamonds sh**! Home or commercial who the f** you think you rhymin with?! I got the drama kit, on my Obama whip b**hes runnin up on my stage, Lil' Mama sh** And lil' mama thick, and my time was slim Gone by thirty minutes after I put the condom in [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo' That's all a n***a know!!! [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [50 Cent] And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They crown me with the punch hat who better?! I hit Redskins, smoke green and spit blue pepper (UH!) Benz blue leather (UH!) Jet cool weather (UH!) Cool meanin hot, so I don't need the top Calm down breathin stop I start I'm a skip your pulse Mr. life's the sh** Calamari shrimp and boats C-notes, fly Ferrari different coast Ma**euse and butler I probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my doors on 'em like Jehovah's witness I done made it to the top like I said, I told you b**hes They don't really want me they just want my riches So I'm a f** 'em all, friends, cousins and sisters [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo' That's all a n***a know!!! [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [50 Cent] And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I turn the club to TV and come Dancing With The Stars Then I'm in your ear, in her ear, ampin the menage (Yeah) n***as they made their money but never knew how it felt (UH!) In a hundred pairs of pants thats a hundred pairs of belts Stress k**s chronic helps, p**y is for the moment Ballin like a hornet, see it get it I want it Everybody know heat hurts you gotta show me first Magician, but I can turn 'em to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them the war is won Tip top 'gon make 'em all run, come on son Think talk just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give 'em a runnin start GO!!! 'Cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure NO!!! Eagles drop a foreign gwop collector He better stop pull ahead, he knows my ends straight I'll clap your girl make the bed break leak the s** tape [Chorus: 50 Cent] I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo' That's all a n***a know!!! [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [50 Cent] And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [50 Cent] I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo' That's all a n***a know!!! [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [50 Cent] And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know [Lloyd Banks] Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second [Outro: Lloyd Banks] It's still M.O.B. though!!! Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!!