Texty: Lloyd Banks. Halloween Havoc. The First Me.

Yeah
G-unit Baby, 2G's up, Yeah
They kind and talk shit to you and sue you
Don't let them fool you, boxed in results of beating up Blue Lu
Nigga I ain't the new you, I'm the first me,
Unrated version, In a armored suburban
And the picture lights curvin, ain't nothin for certain
Close friends be turnin, fuck it, close his curtain
It's darker on the other side, God let me number slide
Hot since Benz's were bubberlide
The green matters besides that, I'm color blind
Duckin 21 jump street, on the cover time
Catch me in the street run deep, and a rubber nine
Niggas yappin move bout mine, another trouble sign
Pricks handin out tips on me and my click
Private investigating on that CSI shit
Keep your mind quick and your dirt low, people gossip
Singe than a motherfucka, you ain't sleep with my chick
Ain't shit changed boy, same click same Lloyd
Same phenominal flow that got the game noise
Still got the flama to bend ya control your anger
Nigga won't come out no more, like Kramer
Danger, mayhem, murder, mishaps and clicks clacks
Surgery through six packs, beef all over this rap
I'll get you gift wrapped, send your ass back
Family and friends tighter than my last track
Hollowtips and politics headin into November
Bottle shit to model chick shit that I don't remember
I'm a lender, and your a borrower, a fucking pretender
I'm on in every month now see you niggas December
Remember, I am pound for pound, the PLK
Hahaha, yeeeahhh, run this shit
Uh, Green Gang, shout out to all my niggas man
All the real niggas man, fake niggas die quick man
G-unit still the click man, yeahh
Green Gang hit man, I'm the shittt