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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Uh

I done cracked the dial again on your meter, despite your limits

If I was you, I wouldn't rap with me, either, I’m psycho with it

I'm gon' knock a thirty-pack off a hater, you’re lipo-kitted

Unavoidable, ironic they take an L like No Limit

Tryna carry weight that's dead'll only hold me back

Sometimes you gotta have a fall out to see the truth, and you showed me that

Freezing my shoulders what I'm coldest at

You see the ones you shit on all on your way out, this life is a cul-de-sac

No surrenders, wish I was born earlier

Put me in the golden era where I can flourish

Mе and adversity cruise togethеr

Counted me out again? Yes, who do I owe the pleasure?

Thank you, him, her and whoever

Banks is a wanted man, big up to my band, keep drums in public

I should drop again, three Sundays in June, my sons'll love it

Poison my food for thought, hope my critics become disgusted

These scriptures are one-of-ones, never had a re-run to judge it

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Benny the Butcher]

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one

My drive ain't fueled off love, ain’t got to show me none

You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done

And we only run when the police come

A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah)

I’m goin' out on my roof, ain’t hear to truce (The Butcher comin', nigga)

Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth (Me and my nigga Banks, ah)

Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (You know how we do it, you know what it is, uh)

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

I’m the East Side rider in twenty bands of designer

At the fight in Brooklyn, sittin' one row behind Madonna

Don't do me no favors, I'm too gangster to break a promise

I ain't leave the mansion and I spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh (Twenty at Saint Thomas)

Y'all naming rappers I'm better than, but that's irrelevant

'Cause I'm the elephant in the room, even 'round veterans

You probably makin' bread, but don't know how to stack it, do you? (Nah)

I make fifty bands and still go home to a pack of noodles

Had the best work, then got a net worth that they had to Google

I promise that I'll be richer by the time I run back into you, uh

Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga (Me, how?)

You don't wanna see this K and me wavin' you down with it, ah

My record label hate that I hang with these wild niggas

Too focused for that 'cause fractions can't be allowed with us (Uh-uh)

I'm Pac back then, when that nigga played in Juice

Brought the title upstate like when Melo played in 'Cuse, uh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one

My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none

You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done

And we only run when the police come

A hundred salute, prepare the troops

I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce

Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth

Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, victory is the greatest treasure, came together

Winning personified, excellence on my name, forever

Money flurries became the weather, rain, whatever

Count up the scars, you'll breathe hard

Way too much pain to measure

Long as I been climbin' for some time, my nigga

Rhyme Pulitzer, compliments of recent contradiction, fifteen pounds of liquor

Ain't you helped me up behind the picture, snuck me time elixir

Prada slippers, this shit's a breeze, let me be honest with ya

Fuck you think I do this for? Attention never moved me none

Funny how envy infiltrate circles, that's where it usually comes

Niggas singin' they soul away, hate what the gangsta movies done

Frontin' pics in the district, you know that ain't where your jewelry from

Never been time for tentative talks

Pray that my pen gives remorse

Pain is my friend on this course

Clones with identical flows

Dense sentimental, hit harder than any physical loss

Splinters from times I been crossed

Imbalanced, chemicals off

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one

My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none

You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done

And we only run when the police come

A hundred salute, prepare the troops

I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce

Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth

Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (Proof)