Banks, Lloyd - Intro - Increase The Gritty Lyrics

[Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Eminem:]
SHADY/AFTERMATH... WHOO KID!
LET'S GO!
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! [gunshot]

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
"The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
And follow me thru Volume 3 [scratches] - outta dimension! {LLOYD BANK$!} [blast]

{"COLD CORNER"! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {BRING IT BACK!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {DAMN!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
And "The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
And follow me thru Volume 3 {PLK!} - outta dimension! [shot]
They don't make niggas like they use to (uh!), I'm living proof!
Making a killing off a sinning cause I give the truth. (uh!)
When I ain't putting the crap down I'm spinning Coupes
Soup hot! - I'm winter-proof them niggas wouldn't give a tooth. (yeah!) {COME ON!}
I hit the switch, tint the roof, famous cause I flip the booth {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Dangerous, what a hit produce a body you, and get the truest (ugh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Ask them if they caking - you probably ain't gon get the truth
Me? I'm hella honest went Ferrari when I flipped the Coupe. {DAMN!}
Sorry but we got ta' - party with the choppas (why?)
Ammo when we casa, come slippin and we got cha. {COME ON!}
Drippin' blood [gunshot] - like pasta! - Confine the boxers
I be in shackles while my mama watch us 'til they pick a time to drop us. (yeah!)
Excelent when a GM - I'm a pro at this
Golden gift, grimey as the niggas I be rolling with. (heh!)
Lil' man hold the .5th, heavy over loaded piff
Chevy over chromey lips catch me with your homie, bitch! (uh!) [scream]
In a swollen six, diamond flooded rolly wrist
Shining was my only wish, chinchilla was for more. (whoo!)
If the club a place for fun then what you bring your pistol for (ha!)
All these dummies in denial when drama pop this shit to floor
Money coming by the pile? war (uh!)
C-notes in the liquor store speed boats on a different shore. (shore!)
A nigga tell you I ain't the one - but he ain't know nothing!
Bet he change his opinion you let him hold something.
I'm in a rove stunting - wheels back to back
From a block away or more you'd think I had the traffic packed (uh!)
Shawty's rest in Cadillacs! - Can't hold they asthma back.
Niggas talking "mills" now - they ain't made half of that! (yeah!)
Me I'm in the hood for real, right there where they trapping at
Right there where it happens at - all familiar habit that.
My habits are, carrots y'all, sexing in the fastest cars (ugh!)
Green gang mastermind; nine levels past the bar. (whoo!)
Past the torch, niggas don't deserve it, never past the Porsche
I am what they leeching off, BAP! - Get them bastards off! (get them bastards off!)
Rock in the rap game the top guys pageants off [gunshot]
Took it like a murder when he wouldn't knock a rabbit off. (rabbit off!)
Catch me out in Madison - on my automatic horse
Word play magical a millimeter Gat 'em off! (Gat 'em off!)
You won't have a career, after I shatter yours!
Then splatter his, what my overwhelming average is. (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
Streets ain't a game nigga! (game nigga!)
I was born by myself, but I ain't going how I came nigga. (came nigga!)
Cause I'm a take a couple with me, if they get me!
I'm tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky.
Come on if you with me! - I'm strong in the city
I'm never by myself I got the chrome riding, dig me. (dig me!)
Rest in peace to 'Pac! Rest in peace to Biggie!
The industry been shiney now, let's increase the gritty!

[Outro:]
Yeah! {"COLD CORNER"!}
I know 'bout you man...
My corner!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET... B. Y.!}
Same shit rumor...
2 G's Up, man! [scratches] [scream]