Lloyd Banks - Without My Glock Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (yeah!)
Cause you got toast up in here. (uh-uh!)
Well nigga let's get one thing clear (yeah!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (Glock...)
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (huuh?)
Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
Don't think you're leavin' here with this. (uh-uh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (yeah!)

[Verse 1:]
I'm older level level, when it comes to this (uh!)
Catch smungin' in miss, starp done do this, (uh!)
Raps hungriest! Tops sold us! Hopped over this!
Cheap imitations try - could finna icepop call the bitch! (whoooo!)
Why is get tap? - You rep can control the snitch,
Which? - These I mean on bing if I done bricks!
I dump karrots and ring over flow the wrists, (bling!)
Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss. (haha!)
Look! Money ain't a thing thought I told them this. (uh-uh!)
Yo' ball big as Yayo ming I'm a soldier miss. (YEAH!)
Only problem in Hip-Hop is waiting. (no!)
No when that butter! (uh!) - I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin'. (whooo!)
So look sloppy so I stop get the rolly fitted.
Got a fanbase in the towns that think Kobe did it. (ooooh!)
Them dickryders on the block and they starvin'
Give me a year I'll be rockin' the garden. (uh-huh!)
They'll still be in the bricks, same bitch, same sloppy apartment. (damn!)
Bubble gum on the top of your carpet.
Food stains in your clothes; they can't catch him, dude changin' his flows,
More than these hoes! (whooo!) - Just he got a range and a rose!
And these hoes didn't always love me I was pissin' them off. (uh-huh!)
Cause you got to fuck Bank$ before you get to the boss! (uh-huh!)
Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross
To see me blow - is like vice grips on your balls. (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared,
Cause you got toast up in here.
Well nigga let's get one thing clear
I don't leave the block without my Glock.
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch?
Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Don't think you're leavin' here with this.
I don't leave the block without my Glock.

[Verse 2:]
I was destined to swim backwards in cash. (uh!)
Since the day I was smacked in the ass. (yeah!)
Give me that blue push in the booth and I'll be back in a flash.
First week I'll be platinum and half - going hard in the Yard.
Still hungry like I'm back in the draft. (uh-huh!)
Same shitty attitude Cadillac in the stash. (uh-huh!)
It's the critically acclaimed! (yeah!) Lyrically inclinded. (yeah!)
And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes. (YEAH!)
Nowadays niggas tell
Your own boss set you up (uh-huh!) - like Avon and Stringerbell. (whooo!)
From the ghetto like Akon, so bring a L. (yeah!)
You're worthless like a weddin' ring in a cell.
Hell all day I'm blowin' dope.
See the aroma on my coat? - It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke. (yeah!)
When I toat! - I blow it in the sky for the slaughter,
And for every mother and daughter that died in that water.
For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her (yeah!)
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner.
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps.
Cause every bar hit ya - hard as an Muhammad Ali punch. (whooo!)
My bitch got an ass about as wide as an tree trunk.
She hit once - I think about her for 3 months.
Don't you know my nigga L pop off wigs? (uh-huh!)
Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids.

[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (uh-uh!)
Cause you got toast up in here. (yeah!)
Well nigga let's get one thing clear, (uh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock! (YEAH!)
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (HUUUH?)
Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
YOU THINK you're leavin' here with this. (eh-eh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock!

[Outro:]
YEAH!
Lloyd Bank$, nigga!
GanGreen nigga...
Ya know the team, nigga!
G-UNITTT!
Shaaaady...
IT'S OVER!
NOTHIN'... ELSE... WINS!