My Way Or Nothing

(album: 5 And Better Series Vol. 4: 4.30.09 (Happy Birthday) - 2009)

All by myself I riii-iii-iiide (Bring it back)
All by myself I riii-iii-iiide (Let's go)
I don't need nobody by my siii-iii-iiide (Nobody at all)
Surviving on my liii-iii-iiie (That's me)
Now I gotta make it riii-iii-iiight (Yo happy birthday! Lloyd Banks!)

Bad luck and a gift, where I'ma go with this?
To the top, I ain't dying, another no one miss
So I'm putting in time, overshift
Got too many problems for this sober shit
We all getting older quick
You roll with me, you hol' the clip
Keep your moving, militant, you won't get hit
Victim to a open strip
Love the purp, need a open trip
G-5 laying to a smoking whip, chain like the old Slick Rick
New label movie making and I'm usually able
Give you the G to make a dime, acting bougie, pay you
I had the shine since a moving cradle
I'm glowing
The rap Owens, and I'm going where they bill throwing
I dust 'em, nutting but heels showin'; I'm outtie
A trail o' smoke behind me, bet it make 'em talk about me
Fuck a percentage, give me mine up front
I kill the pain with the liquor, clear up my mind with the blunt
What up!

These niggas bluffing, spine made o' stuffing
We don't follow order well 'round here
My Way or Nothing
Not here to just be but gunning for something
Let my clock stop before the time you niggas coming
I'm not what you used to, I'm unusual
That alone'll make you mad, that the jewels do
Who confused you? Don't make us move you
Don't play around with my crew, we the new rule

That's word to that brick in my crib
If it's beef, I catch you slipping, you're dead
I don't care if your wit' your kid
If you ain't got no beef, go start some
Beef let you know who in your crew got heart, son
In my hood niggas baby momma's be vexed
When they hear they man be beefing with me, what you expect?
Them chicks know I'm way mo' harder
And now they kids is growing up without they father
Let the Boogie Man tell ya, Murda a monster
I've been bussing my gun since niggas was playing Contra
And I was just a lil' lil' boy when my momma died
I be thinking 'bout the good ol' days when I'm getting high
I'm the black George Bush o' this war shit
He beefing for more oil, I'm beefing for more bricks (Where that wrong?)
You better hope you get a chance to bang, yo
I'ma shoot you in your face till I run outta ammo

These niggas bluffing, spine made o' stuffing
We don't follow order well 'round here
My Way or Nothing
Not here to just be but gunning for something
Let my clock stop before the time you niggas coming
I'm not what you used to, I'm unusual
That alone'll make you mad, that the jewels do
Who confused you? Don't make us move you
Don't play around with my crew, we the new rule

(Uh)
Southside to the soul, I eat, sleep that
Never really left, so I ain't gotta bring the heat back
Swammie on deck-o, put the pedal on the petrol
And the pieces all plastic, heavy metal on my neck though
Lil' shit comes, just hanging, I had to let go
Gotta make my future look bright, view on Baguette flow
And you're a step slow, don't make me step on ya
Ten prints, consecutive, push out the last breath in ya
No pulse left in ya, I'm living to the max
Live my life trying to get here — Damned if I'm going back
In the day never thought I'd get away, bodies drop
Y'all pray, don't know another way — Hey!
Coppers got us on display
Probably do anything for dollars and some yay
From farmers to the bay
A part of my pajamas is the trey, trust me
I put that on my momma, I don't play

These niggas bluffing, spine made o' stuffing
We don't follow order well 'round here
My Way or Nothing
Not here to just be but gunning for something
Let my clock stop before the time you niggas coming
I'm not what you used to, I'm unusual
That alone'll make you mad, that the jewels do
Who confused you? Don't make us move you
Don't play around with my crew, we the new rule