Red banana, run this town like Juelz Santana
Fuck your Unit, feed em all poison bananas
Then beat em like The Inc beat 50 in Atlanta
Catch me chilling with a bad one under the cabana
Rider but still smoother than pina coladas
N***as switch up they colors like iguanas
Never rock G Unit n***a, I rock designer
Gucci Fendi Louis Prada, Gucci Fendi Louis Prada
Why Lloyd Banks screaming bout Cake though?
My pockets on dollars, euros and pesos!
My money got more shades than a rainbow
Rich shit, wallet brolic like my Range Rov
Banks you a lame, with a fake flow
And ya boss softer than Play Dough
In the studio holding hands with Yayo
Then talking shit on the Today Show
I put money on your head, fuck that G Unit cap
I killed u n***as, only Jesus could bring G Unit back
Made all ya projects go brick like Section 8
Banks whip hoopties, my whip levitates
Went plat in a week, time to celebrate
Run up, I put the steel to your vertebrae
Y'all ain't thugs, seen u n***as get manicures
Thought u told Nas that they crown was yours?
50, who's the window shopper now?
Who keep copping pleas, and flopping now?
Who on trial admitting to being fraudulent, now
Whole lifestyle was fake shit that he created, wow
N***as can't get cheese cuz their boss is a rat
I'm still the Doctors Advocate n***a, ask Busta that