Lloyd Banks - I'm So Fly (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Dom Pérignon, I don't need Cris Tengo rayas [?], I don't need sh** n***a, I'm out of the town, G-Unit! [Verse 1: Young Buck] We on the front page then we in the Bahamas with AK's On the stage, the ice and the Jacob watch will make a broke n***a take something So I gotta keep that four-fifth with no safety bu*ton, G-Unit get that money I know some artists is starvin' so play the game like they rich to me, this sh** funny I know you see me coming, cause on the front of the Maybach it say payback for those that hated on me I hate them n***as claim they bangi'n in gangs You ain't a crip like Snoop, you ain't a blood like Game, see I've been havin' beef I got my own bulletproof vest Most of my enemies dead i got about two left Until my last breath, I'm sendin' n***as bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryin' to be heroes [Verse 2: Eminem] Don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the j**ellery He don't want the ring, don't want the loot he's in it for the sport Running circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it And you can love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore It You can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you can't f** with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if you confront him then you better come confront me for it (I'm a warrior) [Verse 3: Young Buck] I feel attention when I walk in the club G-Unit to the socks, b**hes all on a thug Gimme a Henny on the rocks, and a bottle of Bud I don't need security, this old nickel enough I came to ball wit' ya'll, pop the bar and all So b**hes call ya hoes, and n***as callin' you dogs (I'm here!) If you love ya wife, keep her at home tonight She might never come home again, n***a, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all ice, my life's like ridin' in Ca$hville Runnin all stop lights, homie, it's that real I pray I keep livin', my mama just had a dream of seein' me in prison (damn!) My daddy's a dope fiend, and I don't really miss him (f** him!) Ain't seen him in 10 years and a n***a still livin' (c'mon!) Tha same ol' two step we move to a rhythm 50, holla, get em' Buck, you know I'm gonna get em' [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The double-L-O-Y-D get put on an I.V Tryin' to try me, the new age Ali The black C-I-G resides beside me as smooth as an Isley Sometimes I surprise me, you can't even ID As low as my eyes be, I roll with the gangstas, don't get fly with your mouth The wrong punchline'll have n***as inside of your house n***a, I'm doing good, I made it out of the hood I own Beverly Hills, no more bottles or wood That's a zipper that's sticky, California should whip me I done made it this far, can't be mad if they hit me (sh**) [Verse 5: 50 Cent] I'm a tell you what Banks told me, cause go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up Or we can go upside there wit' a bottle of Bud C'mon, man, you know where we be You can find me in the club [Verse 6: Lloyd Banks] Before I leave the crib, I tell my mother I love her Wrap the urn up cause she ain't concerned cause she's an earner My b**h lays it out real nice for me to hurt her We fight, wake up and f** like Ike and Tina Turner It's a privilege to ride with a celeb Cause some girls over here don't got a problem giving head Paranoia's on you, that's why your alarm is in your bed f** a red Chinchilla and buy some mama for your head On the block I'm from, n***as be damned near 40 and still tuckin' And n***as' baby mamas is pregnant and still f**in' It's either cause they boyfriends is scrub like Brillo Or cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow My chronic is blown for my n***as that got locked up and deported So now they gotta go back home [Verse 7: Young Buck] Fresh off the jet and I breeze to the beaches Blue Yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers I already figured out what they do with all features Decorate they basements for the street sweepers When it comes to stuntin' there's nothin' you can teach us We in a different time zone, your records don't reach us [Verse 8: 50 Cent] When that window roll down and that AK come out You can squeeze your lil' hand gun till you run out And you can run for your back up If them machine gun shells don't tear your back up God's on your side, sh**, I'm 'aight with that Cause we gone reload them clips and come right back It's a fact, homie, go on and get some, you're f**ed I get the drop if you can duck Your lucky you heard of Lady Luck, look, n***a Don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood Cause yo mama's still around, dog, and that ain't good If you be smart, you'd be shookin' me cause I get tired of lookin' for you Spray yo mama crib and let yo a** look for me [gun shots] [Outro] Me for myself, I gotta watch my back extra because those n***as that like me n***a what, n***a what? We hold it down like we s'pposed to