Lloyd Banks - Take 'Em To War (feat. Tony Yayo)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Bury me with my enemies Dead and gone they remember me wasn't me in the dirt nigga!!!! Power hold the show power in the P's Money bring fleas, and crack put palm queens on these Genetics like the jeans on fiends Dirty, I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens Early, I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes Pearly, necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly Life flies when it push you to the limit Fuck just gettin by that's no way to live it What the fuck do you take me for?! Try to take somethin you'll be layin on the floor It's alot, missed comrades is breathin then before I rules a nigga everytime I leave out on the tour He don't even respect war bullets squeezin out the four Heaven's door gotta be better than anything we've seen before [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor What the fuck do you take me for?! Eye for an eye time to even up the score I rather be not here than hungry I'm sick when I'm not near my money They want me to lose but I'm a win I made it there before and I'm a make it there again [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uhh, bullshit kept to a minimum Come at me all subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight You need a M-F miracle, a Saddam bomb lyrical Somethin chemical, hungry enough to scrape plates A sure shotter, and rule sour, the mall's ours The whores crowd us for 24 hours Ignore cowards, stuntin, one of my superpowers Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylish Used to violence, old beef, and new medallions You been drownin, I'm flyin en route to island She want a soldier on the front, one of the new batallion The car's German, the paint's black, the shoe's Italian I don't cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whylin No need for a stylist, I'm already stylin Profilin jealousy and crowd pilin Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain't nobody smilin [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor What the fuck do you take me for?! Eye for an eye time to even up the score I rather be not here than hungry I'm sick when I'm not near my money They want me to lose but I'm a win I made it there before and I'm a make it there again (It's G-Unit, we back nigga! YEAH~!) [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Rainman, Hoffman 211 Range, bad bitch coughin Good weed, expel out my lungs Re-up on the rizzy 'fore I'm done Cocaine pitchin, city code faCts B.M. broke a thirty, give you the chils, Biggie quote that (Biggie!) Robin Leech tour, condo on the board wall 211 extract wall, make the girls talk Earn mad sticks, five thousand on the Blazer Disrespect, the head turn a nigga chaser The difference between me and you is You Mel Gibson with your bitch, and I'm a pimp My Fonzerelli Fel make the hoes drool Candy paint drippin off the old school So don't merge in my lane L, chopper, or the game, I build a tunnel for the 'cane [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talkin let's take 'em to war Drama after drama 'til they layin on the floor What the fuck do you take me for?! Eye for an eye time to even up the score I rather be not here than hungry I'm sick when I'm not near my money They want me to lose but I'm a win I made it there before and I'm a make it there again