Ain't No Click - Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

Yeah Nigga!

We fuckin back!

Hunger for More!

Tony’s Home!

Yo Banks I told these nigga’s man

(Ya'll done fucked up now)

Aint No click like the one I’m wit'

If the drama gets thick, It’s the guns I get (Now)

G-Unit nigga’s is runnin’this shit (Now)

If you ain’t reppin’where you from then sit (Down)

We gettin’doh’everywhere we go And it’s killin’em’slow just to hear me blow (Now)

G-Unit nigga’s is runnin’this shit (Now)

If you ain’t reppin where you from-Sit Down!

By now I know you done seen me On ya’stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV

I skeet babies on ya breezy

And I aint’stoppin', Only Jack the Jacob could freeze me Squeeze me and its bye bye gone

We got guns like Popeye’s arm

I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin'

'Cause there’s one on all of mine, I’m the rap Phil Jackson

I built the rep for muder on every Who Kid

Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it the kid tight

And you aint’even put up a fight, so its back to the amateurs

Wrappin’ya’sandwiches, I’m hot now so the rats wanna stand wit’us

They hop in the van wit us and clap on cameras

I hit the clubs, now I’m back tourin’Canada’s

Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers

Make sure the birds don’t get brought to him

I watched Kobe go from the Basketball Court to the courtroom

Go’head try to do my harm solider

And you’ll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower

And I’ll be damn if I cosign a old snitch

That was gangbangin’when Jaws was a Goldfish

Ive been named New York’s screamin’on the street

For bullying the baseline and leanin’on the beat

I’m well known now so you see me on the creep

Schemin’on a freak, fan base leanin’on the jeep

They walkin’wit the fire

So if you say banks in ya verse, Then u better be talkin bout Tyra

From P.A.

to L.A., Atlanta to Texas

Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous

I pass through the city slow, But hit the gas on a silly hoe

Bounce like ass in my video

Aye yo Uno, dos, tres, quatro'

My click eat like the Twelve Holy Apostles

We bust down models, and plush out Tahoe’s

Jewels froze, look like we hit the Lotto

P89, My clip filled wit’hollows

Stunt in the club, get hit wit’yellow bottles

Don’t speak ma if ya neck don’t swallow

'Cause 50 push Bentley’s and Dre push Diablo’s

That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow

Screws ???

swimmin’in my Castro

Yay’rap is crack, and I got the best blow, best flow

Banks’put me in the booth, Let’s Go Think like Cestro, the games in a lasso

Jump in the Benz without snaps on the petro'

God gave me this flow, so I am special

In 16 bars nigga I’m finished, Faneeco!

We told y’all motherfuckers man

Ya’ll niggaz look like us, stunt like us, but y’all not us man!

Lloyd Banks, Hunger for More!

We back nigga!

50 the General!

Young Beezy Buck!

Game!

Rap game is ours nigga!

Hunger for More!

This is rider music nigga!

This for them gangstas, them generals, and them comrades!

This rider music!

ha ha!