Not Without My Glock Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here 

Well, nigga let's get one thing clear 

I don't leave the block without my glock 

Is it because I'm standing with yo bitch? 

Or got all these stones on my wrists? 

Don't think you're leavin' here with this 

I don't leave the block, without my glock 

I'm on another level when it comes to this, cats swung and missed 

Strapped under this, raps hungriest, top soloist, hopped over this 

Cheap imitations try, couldn't find an ice pop colder bitch 

Wires get tap, your rep can't control the snitch 

Which means I'm in the bing if I throw 'em bricks 

I dump karats and ring overflow the wrists 

Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss 

Look money ain't a thing thought I told them this 

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Yo ball big as yao ming I'ma soldier miss 

Only problem in hip hop is waiting 

No when that butter, I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin' 

So look sloppy so I stop get the rolly fitted 

Got a fanbase in the towns that think kobe did it 

Them dickriders on the block and they starvin' 

Gimme a year, I'll be rockin' the garden 

They'll still be in the bricks, same bitch, same sloppy apartment 

Bubble gum on the top of your carpet 

Food stains in your clothes 

They can't catch him, dude changin' his flows 

More than his hoes, just got a Range and a Rose 

And these hoes didn't always love me, I was pissin' them off 

'Cause you got to fuck Banks before you get to the boss 

Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross 

To see me blow, is like vice grips on your balls 

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I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here 

Well, nigga let's get one thing clear 

I don't leave the block without my glock 

Is it because I'm standing with yo bitch? 

Or got all these stones on my wrists? 

Don't think you're leavin' here with this 

I don't leave the block, without my glock 

I was destined to swim backwards in cash 

Since the day I was smacked in the ass 

Give me that blue push in the booth and I'll be back in a flash 

First week I'll be platinum and half going hard in the yard 

I'm still hungry like I'm back in the draft 

Same shitty attitude, Cadillac and the Stash 

It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclinded 

And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes 

Now a days niggas tell, your own boss set you up 

Like Avon and Stringerbell 

I'm from the ghetto like Akon, so bring a l 

You're worthless, like a weddin' ring in a cell 

Hell, all day I'm blowin' dope, see the aroma on my coat? 

It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke 

When I toat, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter 

For every mother and daughter that died in that water 

For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her 

But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner 

I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps 

'Cuz every bar hit ya, hard as an Muhammad Ali punch 

My bitch got an ass about as wide as an tree trunk 

She hit once, I think about her for 3 months 

Don't you know my nigga l pop off wigs? 

Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids 

Yeah 

I guess I'm suppose to be scared 'cuz you got toast up in here 

Well, nigga let's get one thing clear 

I don't leave the block without my glock 

Is it because I'm standing with yo bitch? 

Or got all these stones on my wrists? 

Don't think you're leavin' here with this 

I don't leave the block, without my glock 

Yeah, Lloyd Banks nigga, ganggreen 

Ya know the team G-Unit 

Shady, it's over, nothin' else wins