Lloyd Banks - I don't break lyrics

Yea yeah queens yeaah queens

Fuck the limelight and the streamers
I influence the dreamers think like a genius
A wizard, like Arenas just me and my ninas
One shotgun the other one's by the penis
Only balls come between us
There's a million fish in the water
And i'm workin' the waves
Man my G will make a mermaid open her legs
And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups
Clear like the system out the
Phantom with the top cut pop what?
Pop up and get popped on
Kind of like hot corn
Bye don (by dawn) , your block gone
A quarter mill to rock on
Heated seats i'm warm
I'm strong, rap don, icon, slash pipe bomb
To get my right hand back
I give my right arm
Gangstas don't mourn all night long
Right?, wrong!
Now the industry is shakey as ever
And everybody ass kissin' ain't
Makin' it better
Life's a bitch don't let her
Slow down your cheddar
You win some, you lose some go down? no never
Whatever
Ain't shit really changed niggas still actin'
If you really had that many
Bricks you'd be still trappin'
I must got dummy on my fitted
Man fuck a rap buddy any one
Of ya'll can get it
All money ain't good money but I want it
You can give me a blood
Diamond with blood on it
I'll wipe the blood off it
Clean it and cut it 'till
It shine then floss it
I'm on my New York Shit
I was cool 'n somewhere down
The line I lost it
Ain't have to raise my hand, they forced it

Its six in the morning awoke by
The sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, it's hot out there, yeah
Yeah my cell phones ringing
Cause the birds are singing
And the messages is filled with hate
But I won't break, I don't break
I don't break

You haters can't stand it
But I'm G Unit branded
Thats what I ride for, go in the can with
Don't run up on me with the Van Dam shit
All mean muggin' when you really a fan shit
I rather go out in a blaze your honor
Fuck it bury me in a Benz with big rims
A pair of black Timbs and the Beverly Twins
Money, Mac-10 and the heaviest gem
In nineteen-eighty two I came through
Bird's eye view in a Cortez shoe
South Side nigga, nigga who the fuck are you?
You in the wrong neighborhood theres
Nothin' I can do next time bring ya thing
Matter fact bring troo
Niggas is old waitin' for dreams to come true
I lost half a crew 'fore I turned twenty-two
So I live life doin' whatever I wan' do buu!

My cell phones ringing
Cause the birds are singing
And the messages is filled with hate
But I won't break, I don't break
I don't break
Its six in the morning awoke by
The sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, it's hot out there, yeah
Yeah