warrior pt. 2

Lyrics

, remix, lloyd banks!, ha ha!, it's like a throne that he dont even own, he wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around, it's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing, he dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry, he dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport, runnin circles with the competition on the court, he appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it, and you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it, you cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it, and he was gonna raise hell like them country boys, and if i'm frontin then you better come confront me for it, this is the story of a warrior i kno u kno it, tru warrior go ahead make some noise, it aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid, hit your corner with my weapon i dont need my boyz, im doin 120 on the fast lane, kick back just relax let me do my thang, dont give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain, money power and respect in this rap game, he's straight outta the neighborhood but niggaz hate, they see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate, your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate, and he hops in a 100 thousands with a nigga's gate, house with just a bigger gate, houndin him's a big mistake, he wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break, cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand, so he was sittin on green like a celtic fan, created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name, when you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game, and he's ridin with em, 50 cent, doc and them, g unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them, this is the story of a warrior i kno u kno it, tru warrior go ahead make some noise, it aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid, hit your corner with my weapon i dont need my boyz, im doin about 120 on the fast lane, kick back just relax let me do my thang, dont give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain, money power and respect in this rap game, he's no magician man they can't made somethin outta nothin, so now niggaz from his hood act like we owe em somethin, they talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck em, ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin, he's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em, he dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em, he hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin, he's rich now, he aint change since these niggaz think he buggin', he bullet proof everything niggaz try to buck him, keep 2 pistols on ya hip i show you we aint tuck em, niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him, try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin, this is the story of a warrior i kno u kno it, tru warrior go ahead make some noise, it aint nothin' to be makin' niggaz paranoid, hit your corner with my weapon i don't need my boyz, im doin' about 120 on the fast lane, kick back just relax let me do my thang, dont give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain, money power and respect in this rap game, i can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about, i can turn your smile upside down, you ain't no g, you a fuckin' clown, i can take your girl until i turn her out, don't hold it in, let it all out, i can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about, invite her in send her back out, with my dna all in her mouth