Lloyd Banks - Show Discipline lyrics

[Intro:] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss & NaS': "Show Discipline"] [Lloyd Bank$:] Uh! - You n***as couldn't do me sh**, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!) I make you drool each whip. - Seven letter out the cheddar! Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather, Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) - Y'all fightin' over scraps. Look at the bright side; I'm lightnin' on a track, Like Tyson on a mat. - I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back. You Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's They all gonna drown in sh**, creek and do time. (time!) If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!) Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!) Him, him and the n***a next to him dyin' War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'. How the f** New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?) Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds The problem, is n***as rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!) [gunshot] That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him [blast] Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) - I should let em' rob him. Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin. You in the apartment, with no carpet It's cold as the supermarket, n***a! [gunshot] - My pants poppin' out with bread Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ") Lunch for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!) Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?) I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!) All white bu*ton up six' with the kit. (uh!) When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack! The biggest n***a ballin' since Shaq! [gunshot] Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat! YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!) AND I KNOW YOU ni**aS DONT WANT THAT. (that!) [Tony Yayo {DJ Whoo Kid}:] Ayo! - The mini 14 got a red beam I watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene. Dream Gorilla! - 'Fical k**a! We can beef like Beanie in Bounty k**a. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ") I'm that n***a! - Colgate Bent - gleam Thrilla Ride through Brownsville hand on my trigga. I don't care if you dope, sick or 4 months I'm tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months! I got that piff and that daddy mayne All in one blunt - and that 5th and that Cadi man In case you wanna stunt, I'm on that Big Wheel John sh**! f** all you haters! - That liquid bomb sh** That they make in Al Qeada. Brand new gators! [gunshot] Shirt's Armani. - Dope from the Africans, {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo} Coke from the papis, I'm in the streets! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Y'all in the street wiiild - eatin' seadweed Lookin' gay in Mr. Chou's, y'all n***as ain't bold enough! Y'all hearts ain't cold enough! I'm in the hood like Golden Crust! Squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts Put some ba** in ya voice when you talkin' to us! - YEAH, ni**a! [gunshot] [Outro: Tony Yayo] Lloyd Bank$, n***a! Tony Yayo! "Rotten Apple", n***a! It's a hostile take-over, if you ain't know man. New York City! The Unit is back! Puttin' that work in n***a! [gunshot] [beat stops]