The Raw lyrics

[Intro]
See they ain't fooling nobody
I know they be talking the same ole' sh*t I be talking
See y’all won't let me do no sh*t like that
See I gotta put a little cursive in my sh*t or y’all won't even buy it
Do to the fact that therefore, some people...

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I feel like I’m enough to go around, so I’m in and out the twins
In my big boy truck, younger than the rims
I welcome the wealth, but it come with sins
n*ggas turn they backs on him, now they stomach's thin
Pound, Yen, stacks on ten
Whopper turn into the MACs, with the rach' on him
I took a loss, figured I make it back off them
Look at the cross, exhaust off the Lac' gold rim
I get it in
Shorty say she love the way my swagger's
And my lifestyle's unlike the ordinary rappers
"All this sh*t is really his? And he really got the Sig?
Next thing I know, I had both my titties 'round his di*k" (sh*t)
You know I beat 'er like a thief
White Bimmer by the beach, wife-beater and my sleaks
Non-believers in grief, silence your beef
You can have it any way you want, violence or peace
[Bridge]
Them same ones be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buying my sh*t and hidin'

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
P dot L dot K, microphone check: One, two
Line a crew up, give me a crew I’ll run through
I ain’t a motherf*cking stool punk who
Kung Fu won't matter when that ratta go boom
Where I go, the chatter go too (Uh-huh)
A part of the industry that I won’t do
Matter fact, it’s washed up, y’all can have it back
Magnet rap, yeah, I’m stuck to the street, I rather that
Whips sh*ttin' back to back, they need a shovel truck
Been doin' my thing, still sound like I'm comin' up
Same state, different sl*t, n*ggas complaining
You know I don’t give a f*ck, you know I don’t lift a buck (Nah)
Not even The Ritz, sick when I'm bent
Rain Man, I make it shower like Kemp (Yeah)
Hit the casino with tall Gs
And I'll be out by the palm trees while you wearin' long sleeves

[Outro: (Lloyd Banks)]
I do not resent that, I’ll take the sales any way you wanna give them to me
(I'll see you at the top n*gga)
But I thought it wasn’t fair to the people
(G-unit till I drop n*gga)
(Two G’zz up)
(Southside)
(We in here)
(Or here)