Lloyd Banks - What Y'all Wanna Do lyrics

What y'all wanna to do What y'all wanna to do nothin I'm rite in front of u frontin' U kno how tha ballas do I'm stuntin' It's nothin Now I'm goin 2 leave alone the neighborhood needs me Been hot on tha record makin look easy Anotha cd u take as a freebie I'm chasin the numba one place on your t.v Who known 4 takin somethin' & makin' freezin' Come close I'm goin 2 be up in the post To make a long story short big story about me & toast I'll turn your emcee to a ghost throwin' dirt in my name Tie him up & keep feedin' him soap Be scareful NYPD want your throat Any n***a with eyes can see he a joke And he goin' 2 hang himself all he needs a rope We ain't have sh** but nine militers & hope The stress of bein' broke turns weed into smoke And I fear no man if he breathe he can choke I'm hot from the trops through the barbershops I move units from the towers through the mom & pops Hobbs blue, green, & white diamond blocks Makin' him sick like the feelin wen the condom pops Eight 8's T.V.'s all kind of drops No stress I'm come home best Eskimo flow bring the doe slow is a no show U know the fo' go everywhere I'm solo Bout to hit the industry with a low blow Playin hatin on me it's a "no no" Step up or get stepped on Matter fact step through your whole rep gone n***as walk around lik they have teflon He ain't even carry and they all wet bomb Out here u do the creep or get crept on I'm gone Yeah boy U thought fukin things changed n***a We run this man Y'all n***as get the fuk out the way man