I'm Back-Lloyd Banks

I'm Back - Lloyd Banks [Intro:] Yeahhh I'm Back It's your ni**a BANKS [Verse:] 30 deep or on own your still a victim 5 niggas with me and then we goin jena 6 em Next time don't speak without permission You kno your livin like you're on television Tell 'em why you mad at me Cause your break's gone had to be That to me is a allergy Look at my neck that's salary And don't take battery to turn you into a casualty Don't take a astron out the squeeze Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's V's turn corners into P's please you see hurt ain't a question Kicks all on that ni**a David Beckham Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low It move betta over snow I'll make reign so long that my shoulder go Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though Ni**a, who you think they imitate? Nothin but food on my dinna plate Watch how I demonstrate I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate Roll down the window let the outty eight ventilate Don't go bring the drama on the hymn You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins My skins is like the bottom of my timbs Alligator print when I walk I limp You niggas is playin fire in the dark Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part A toe, couple, a foot, a f**kin leg, a arm, a head, all over what the f**ker said Cool & calm, I'm palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying lime like something red Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest No"yes man" around here just shooters Look I'm Unit til' I die It travel through my veins til' my blood runs dry If a ni**a did somethin he can't look u in the eye He must got a chip give him a cookie on the side Get high if you with though Yea My 4's are 54's You can't see me on your tippie toes I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes I dream about at land I gotta to get me those I got platinum hands and I'm picky so Don't step to me with your titties low I'm saggin cause I'm movin with the magnum I do it for murda they threw 25 at him I do it for seth he took 20 more than that A matter fact for my niggas that's neva comin back I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day Old head I don't show no gray I ain't puttin' up sh*t let the promoter pay If not kids drop on their shoulder blades It's the end of waiting you've been having But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging On tha road to the riches the custom made 6's Straight bar strippas and my hotel slippas Don Perrion and moe sippas Friends, cousins, I even bone sistas on christmas sh*t it was her wishlist I act no hard to live with Loyalty is goin extinct These lil' half-brain niggas don't kno how to think I think ain't slowin down my w**d boy at the sink My eyes match with light, light go with the mink Yeah [Outro:] You know just warming up 2 G's up yoooo kno Stupid