No Peace Talks

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Now this is the way it's supposed to be and
None of y'all niggas comin close to me and
This is the way you supposed to sound clown (Uh)
Yea!

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
I know why you had your attitude all night long (Uh huh)
'Cause the kitchen big enough for your kids to learn how to ride a bike on (Oh!)
And they admire his cake
'Cause I'm tourin' and they stuck on they building like a fire escape (Ha)
I eatin' good, so good I'm tired of steak
And I don' jump so many bitches my tires get scrape (Yep)
Yeah I'm hot but I still grind
If you a murder get off my dick and find a better way to kill time
And I'm, America's most, young hungry, [?], thе black Al Bundy (Right), I shit on your rap crews (Uh)
But it don't matter 'cause I got a hand gun as long as [?] [?]
Nеw York's hot so I sit in Atlanta
Probably the same reason Pac spit in a camera (Yep)
Banks the one the hoes know more
And as far as shows I got more than you on my promo tour

[Outro: Lloyd Banks & 50 Cent]
Yea!
[?]
Lloyd Banks
Yea!
I wanna start this off by apologizing to you know
All the rappers that didn't get any money this year
You know
But I also wanna, you know, inform you that
It's not gonna get any better, you know, you fuckin' dirtball