Lyrics: Times Up
Album: Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
 

now im done off the liqua and back grabbin a striiper
strappin to stay out that black bag with a zipper. u slackin
so ima blast past even quicker without radio air play
or adds on a sticka. nigga im
blowin brocoli in a tahoe the kid with moe punches
than rocky in a pile up.im cockier tomorrow.popu wit a bottle. haters wanna pop me with
a hollow nigga you cant stop if my moto i will
not be gettin followed i roll with an anterouge
and follow you and put hoes in your aunts garage
niggas wanna stomp they hoes cuz they feonce
chose my next victem is beyonce knowls my whole
neck and arm stay froze im beyond they shows
thirty thousand we on 8 roads.when we leave from back stage kids be on they clothes it seems she gotta little
on the all grey ‘bos and what i gotta jet for? i should start up a bizness cause i get rid of more birds than a pet store