Lloyd Banks - Reppin Time lyrics

New York City It's me GGGGG G-unit Eh, You better watch your moves Cause I am not your crew I'm hoppin' through Impossible to do what I can do I found my meal ticket Made it but I still kick it Faded but I still notice the hate and learn to deal with it (f**) I'm on a level not everybody can get to They've sent you a pitbull My beam red, my wrist blue (Uh) What's up guy? I miss you (what up?) And until the day I'm with you I'ma go hard to convince you And push on like a pimp do (yeah) If it went down it was meant to (uh huh) it'll drive you or prevent you Me with a instrumental makes it sound so simple I hold the city down I'm ridin' with the [?] round Silly clown, I pull the ferrar up and [?] down And my ceilings round 30 feet off the ground 30 minutes from the slum run when you hear that sound (pow) Man y'all done did it now the hottest kid in town (yeah) right on your f**ing heels (YEAH) run on and tuck your tails You thinkin' couple dollars I'm thinkin' couple mills So my belt buckles froze Man I just f**ed these ho's You see my hearts been cold Since I was nine years old Bold, yet underage Mind on another page Eyes red as my grades Stumbling through a phase Momma did all she could sh** ain't do no good See once your lines flat There ain't no coming back They don't really want no beef (Nah) They just wanna rap And that's my point exact [?] just run and rat And you'll be behind a cage A number on a patch Your destiny's been snatched Apparently perhaps I can make my mark with words remember me through raps So when I walk up They'll be all stuck From the porshe up What it cost? What Zero in on my zero's and cough up (fifty) Go 'head, let it out It's ok to look as stupid as you sound, clown (Banks) I'm nothing like the ones you've heard I came right off the curb Made it big and that's deserved You n***az got the nerve I gave the streets heat And they livin' each week The only way we sleep Is six feet deep Never bite the hand that feeds Provides for your needs We ride till we die We die pop and bleed Until they co*k and squeeze I get the [?] with ease G's turn to millions Millions turn into properties I'm on the road to riches A row full of six's I'm cold as the pole Won't fold for these b**hes (NAW) The flows brought the ho's The ho's brought the shows The show's brought the glock The glock brought the drop The drop brought the cops The cops brought the cuffs But I just bought the law They'll get me out by four Now holla at ya boy Boy [?] get the bread My weed is purple and my eyes is all red.