[Intro]
I know that sooner (sooner)
Or later (or later)
I`m going to meet my maker

[Lloyd Banks]
I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends
1990`s sins, It was all for tha ends
Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins
Before you talk bout money, make a mil` first
You don`t dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse
Your songs in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
Then right after speech time, it`s sparkin` the street crime
Ni**az throwin` everything at you, Cept` a peace sign
Live by the gun, Die by the gun
Till` my time come, Im`a spend time witcha son
I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them
Them woulda did the same thing, We confined to the slum
And those that don`t adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb
Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + Female Sample]
Why run ni**a, it`s gon cost
Its gon come ni**a but till` the day it does
Im`a hold my s**t down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love

[Raekwon]
Fishin` in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater
Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da ride
They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo
Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped
Ferrari still by tha projects buildin`, real dot tech ill
They dumb out wit uzi`s and wheels yo
Steak`ll take meetings, beefin` too much dough - the legion
Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern
Losin` money fellas, we won`t have that, better grab that
or don`t come back, or get clap at
Me and my bitches in tha kitchen
One sucking dick - I paid to have shot and sent to the Brinxton
Dogs eatin` calamari, coke in a larrari`s jar
Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly`s god
Get wit the gods or get wit the mob
From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Don`t blame me blame South Side, That`s what made me my - crazy high
But I`ll spot a traitor out my lazy eye - ladies spy
I`m the one you wanna have that baby by - Maybe I`m
Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone
Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome
Alien phone home, ET in my throne
I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach
When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered
And bad news keeps you weak and numb
Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son
I shoulda listened, friends turned foe
The toast so the fo` fo` will make a ni**a run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe
I`m the prot