't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like
I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up is Before you do a record, partna, handle the bizness And don't get caught slippin' on the under Or you
before you Cause their be some homies gonna hate you that never saw you Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put
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
still look new you can raise your voice like you (feeling)to touch something when I raise my knife shit I'm(feeling)to cut something see I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like
crown snake And you can tell when I'm shoppin' 'Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays I'm a stunner, Banks
, we all working to said it Dont play with me, you'll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops beheaded I keep cream,
, need cheques today southside don't play play around if you want me, another black body dumped duck down when you hear the sound, I got peace but not the kind you
..probably the right size .. sick of it you make my blood pressure rise with a body like that you got the love exercise ... you might come surprise but
elementary 1, 2, 3, 4 Lloyd Banks' in the house Now get the fuck on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my pocket You
spot, its cheaters, and envy (Shorty if you feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body
niggaz feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back 'Cause they know you just rappin' and you
Cause niggaz are feelin me more than you in yo hood And it hurts cause you love them but they dont love you back cause they know you just rappin and you
and get your ass hit that's it Lights off and your body's stiff By the same niggas you used to party with [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you
like you're Asian But you're black, God bless whoever gave you alla that If you seen her from the back, you'd understand why dis feel like that And