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[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hatBut I can cock back and blow your blather out your backTake that, I'll show you niggaz how to rapI'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the trackI told 50 I was going to take it to the topGet close and get pop like hot bacon out the potAnd my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spotAin't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the copsAnd speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quellingAnd if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the millionCrawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building?? so they blow up the building
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]I roll up cause it's a hold upAint nothing funny stop smilingIt be the reason the crowd pilingDon't complain and die over a chainBang bang gang green neighborhood gameYou know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweetsI throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy JeffAll the hate is sidelining and they mad he nextCause I got the bunny's with them fatties yesMy ride thumping, talking shit, stuntingIt will be repeated thumping if my finger push the buttonJust for bluffing, hit for nothingYou can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheeseI air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at easeEase up soldier, I pull up in the roverClick clack, ya whole life overBaking soda and your work they go' buy it, nopeCause them fiends getting tired of that dieing cokeI'm back baby, mad hype like a crack babyAsk Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hatBut I can cock back and blow your blather out your backTake that, I'll show you niggaz how to rapI'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the trackI told 50 I was going to take it to the topGet close and get pop like hot bacon out the potAnd my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spotAin't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the copsAnd speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quellingAnd if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the millionCrawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building?? so they blow up the building
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]I roll up cause it's a hold upAint nothing funny stop smilingIt be the reason the crowd pilingDon't complain and die over a chainBang bang gang green neighborhood gameYou know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweetsI throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy JeffAll the hate is sidelining and they mad he nextCause I got the bunny's with them fatties yesMy ride thumping, talking shit, stuntingIt will be repeated thumping if my finger push the buttonJust for bluffing, hit for nothingYou can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheeseI air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at easeEase up soldier, I pull up in the roverClick clack, ya whole life overBaking soda and your work they go' buy it, nopeCause them fiends getting tired of that dieing cokeI'm back baby, mad hype like a crack babyAsk Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walkWe grimy, we dirty in New York, New YorkBlood spill around here and don't care about courtTake a pack and bring it back and don't come up shortCause any day can be your day, so don't playYay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OKYou scared, get the fuck out the wayAnd pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
