[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks] I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete I ain't even home when they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking about "free" Nigga, free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all-out, B These rappers don't know me Nah, I ain't your homey If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley, my Rolly My Magnum, my phonie South Jamaica shawty These slugs I took in the gut, yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind and whipping the truck low You're looking for trouble I pop death You're looking to a sun dawg If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drum roll You know - wherever I go the gun go
[Hook - Akon] We on the grind All the time Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get this paper
Cause I'm a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigga
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal Wreck a booth up, I'm too tough That inner-city grammar, step your jewels up They bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera Harsh reality's what pulls them And holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas Push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they prey on Spending half of they day on Lay on niggas for days, the shots spray on My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac 6 4 jumping like the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't here Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor Green guap galore, in and out of new hall That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Eminem] There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing So don't get me going: don't dare start You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck Tightly-wound as fuck Till the Fire Marshalls come shut Fire Marshall down and up I suggest you better shut the fuck up And stop fucking around and duck! I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant Like calling a bitch a ho Or asking a gal to suck and blow on your big c*** Is she up to screw or down to fuck? It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut With a thousand s***s strapped and muzzled Running through a house of mutts In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt! And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster child for white trash I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah See me? I'm all up in your bitch means I'mma rape her All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up I don't subscribe to the News of the Free Press But homie, I get the paper!