Lyrics:

[Lloyd banks talking]
Yea! haha
im here nigga
BANKS! (A A A A Alchemist)
G G G G G-UNIT!!!

[Chorus - Loyd Banks]
Now, don't try to stand next to me(right)
Cause im the nigga that came here to see(right)
Aint nufin' round here for free(right)
And im here to let these mothaf**kas know
That ill do anythin for the dough(right)
A felony walkin out the front door(right)
Aint a mothaf**ka i gotta change for(right)
Therefore imma be this way until i go.

[Loyd Banks]
Guess who walk around with dimond chains and rings on him
A pair of throw-back Jordans wit the wings on 'em
With all this talking, I'm guessin' they got them things on 'em
Cause if not, milli's and .40 cal's will rain on them
I know your kind get in a bind and leave the city quick
Niggas bleed just like us, im on that Biggie shit
First of all, im suppose to ball, im suppose to have coast to coast to call
Even your niggas know your CD's garbage, yea, they shottin but they missin Sprayin up the wall like graffiti artists
Some niggas go and buy the bootlegs, but go and cop the real shit
Because the fans love us, nicer than grandmothas
I wake up, get dressed, put on my Tan Buttas
I been this way since Pumas and Superman covers
A ice-pick will do your liver harm
And have you screamin in the back of the club louder than Lil' Jon.

[Chorus - Loyd Banks]
Now, dont try to stand next to me(right)
Cause im the nigga that came here to see(right)
Aint nufin' round here for free(right)
And im here to let these mothaf**kas know
That i'll do anythin for the dough(right)
A felony walkin out the front door(right)
Aint a mothaf**ka i gotta change for(right)
Therefore imma be this way until i go.

[Loyd Banks]
Your now lookin at the hood-meal ticket seven thou' on my wrist
It's kinda hard to keep the balance with this, it keeps the challengers pissed, I vacate the diffrent islands and twist and back home where the violence exsists
Nines, silencers, 5th's
We buy mileage as gifts as well as mans best freind
And I don't own no Rottweillers or Pits
It's gettin extremely hard, for the man to roam wit lil kids puttin his picture on the camera phone, shit's changed now that the camera's on
A bitch will jepordize their marriage, to f**k you when they man is gone
These niggas rambleing on, bout the paper that they gettin, Stop It
I have more money than you in my lil pocket.
And im stingey, so it stretch long, with G-unit sweats on
Thread, needle to teflon, desert-eagle and vest on
Cause everybody ain't amused, that your names surrounded by good news
F**K YA'LL!!!

[Chorus - Loyd Banks]
Now, don't try to stand next to me(right)
Cause im the nigga that came here to see(right)
Aint nufin' round here for free(right)
And im here to let these mothaf**kas know
That i'll do anythin for the dough(right)
A felony walkin out the front door(right)
Aint a mothaf**ka i gotta change for(right)
Therefore imma be this way until i go.

[record scratching]
[Guy Talking]
Alright Al, here's the deal
You need to let me manage ya
You need to let swinndelle management
I, Jerry, from swinndelle management
You need to let me manage ya
Me, i can provide alota shit for ya'll ya here me?
Alota shit!
Who let the dogs out?
That was me kid!
I let the dogs out, ya hear me?
Alright, i can provide this for ya al
Your brother...He'll be part of the act
We can hook it up
It'll be like criss-cross, except we'll make ya put the hoodies backwards
Me, Jerry, from swinndelle management
I can provide that!