Lloyd Banks - King (Do My Thing)

Yeah
We back
South side on a top two G's up

This when my pedal drops, everything stops
Pretty glittering watch
Hear me doing my thing pops
Heh, hate my value like a hundred mil
Keep it trill all day, clear the way 'cause I come to kill

(Green, green, green)
The next thing outta queens
Nothing you have ever seen
I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team
I ain't gon be nothing baby I'mma be a king
Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing
Yeah, I'mma do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
And now I work them ends
I'm still out here with my bling
Dirty than a mothetfocker riding with my thing
'Cause that’s what drama bring (bring) Uh, do me evenings, movie screens
While I pass the block
R.I.P’s in my skin, regular at the tattoo spot
Playin’ hard rock, bet a mil and half you drop
I’m still shittin' the dealership is my bathroom stop
This ain't your average gwap, big drop a bag you pop
'Cause niggas don’t congratulate me
Rather hate, mad you hot
Just be mad you not
Die fast, stab or shot
Rambo dagger, mag or glock
Rambo swagger stashing rocks
Ammo stack a platinum pot
Guard it like a leprechaun
Louie V letters on sweaters gettin my checkers on
The streets crowned me
I smoke all day sleep bounty
Heat round me, hold my toes
The thought of defeat hounds me

(Green, green, green)
The next thing outta queens
Nothing you have ever seen
I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team
I ain't gon be nothing baby I'mma be a king
Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing
Yeah, I'mma do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
And now I work them ends
I'm still out here with my bling
Dirty than a mothetfocker riding with my thing
'Cause that’s what drama bring (bring)

Look at me now, look at me smile
Know you’d rather look at me down or look at me ball
Bet these girls aint looking at y’all
Look at my broad, look at my car
Look at my crib than look at my yard
Now look at my ring but watch your eyes
Look at my chain you looking for God
Fuck these groupies I way too hard
Busting my ass too stay shit hard
Give up my last to feed the fam
Keeping these bastards on they job
My brothers keeper, my passion for the dough is deeper
Kill all year, kill 'em fourth quarter with my buzzer beater (swish)
Look what my pen draw
Bitch with the wrist I’m Chris Paul
Millions by the four piss poor
I’m on my sixth tour
Me and maurijauna equals little shop of horror
Catch me on the block tomorrow
Couple, pop my collar

(Green, green, green)
The next thing outta queens
Nothing you have ever seen
I give that boy a bullet take a bullet for my team
I ain't gon be nothing baby I'mma be a king
Go how far I wanna go, time to do my thing
Yeah, I'mma do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
And now I work them ends
I'm still out here with my bling
Dirty than a mothetfocker riding with my thing
'Cause that’s what drama bring (bring)