Lloyd Banks - Motherf*ckin' Star Lyrics

[Starts off with the beat of 2Pac & The Notorious B.I.G.'s: "Runnin' (Dying To Live)".]

[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Broke ass mothaf*cka...
Hehehehahahahahaha! {Whooooo! }

[Verse:]
Now mutherf*cker I take a look at the kid,
Now take a look at the crib.
No! - Take a look at the car,
I'm a motherf*ckin' star!
It's kinda home for me to practice, cause niggas ain't up to par!
And my paper stretch longer {GOD-... } than Abdul Jabar. {DAMN! }
Get hit with a leaner - and the grib of a lobster
With a pooched screen I gun a man with a chopper.
You played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka
I rode a bike now I LAND IN A CHOPPER! [shot] {LLOYD BANK$! }
You should keep your head down if you got love for him,
Before you see his ass flying off the roof like Nutso in above the rim! [explode] {Whoooo! }
(50: "AUH! ") The kid is out for the gusto and I love to win (uh-huh!) (GGG!)
Driving the industry nutso I'm a rub it in. (uh-huh!)
You page me a trial every kid is spoiled. (Sniifff!)
Smell that nigga? - I just shit it on you! {DAMN! }
I pass bullets so the gun goes with me
And the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky; (uh-huh!) {Whoooo! }
And they automatic which means they unload quickly
I hit these niggas with a Drum-role; 50 they make another song! (go ahead!)
Get a bitch pregnant, wrong! [shot]
I don't even trust myself! (uh-uh!) I walked into the hotel with the rubber on. (Bank$!) (50: Haha!)
Then I'm gone...
I ain't playing funny style, cause I ain't selling nobody; yo' shit - I wear my own! [explode]
{Whooooo! } The industry for me, some mutherf*cking rap homie
Gimme a cheque of a couple mil' and Jet! {NON STOP! } (yeah!)
See heavy smoking is a thing I do (uh-huh!)
That's why my Weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo. {Whoooooo! }
We in the club with the daggers and razors too
I'm cool as ice water, my earrings are laser blue. (bling!)
You should cop a new Vest
Cause if I got a tatoo for every nigga that past there wouldn't be room left. (damn!) {Whoohooo! }
And I'll be damned, if I [shot] spend my afternoon stressed,
When my sex partner is 5'9'' with baloon breasts. (go!) {SHADYVILLE! }
Ghostwriting is a hobby kid, (uh-huh!)
So if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it I prob'ly did. [explode] (you know who you are!)
And you can tell you flopped on your last tour
Cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom! (haha!)
If I'm at the dealer I ain't browsing I'm buying (uh-huh!)
These rappers can't spend a 100, 000 THEY LYING! (NO!) (damn!) {Whoooooo! }
Damn; near sold 100, 000, you crying! (NO!) - Tell you what!
Here's a Tec, shoot yo'self in the neck! - POW!

[Outro:]
YEAH!
It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
G-UNIT! [shot]
Yaaaayo!
Come on nigga... {G-UNIT ALBUM... OUT NOW! }

[Interlude:]
[Ja Fool:] This is crazy!
[Louis Farrakhan:] At some point... I heard that... Someone... robbed you... of some of your jewelry!
[Ja Fool:] That's a fal' story! That's a... that's a story he made up!
[50 Cent:] Hehehehahahahahaha! [echoes]