Lloyd Banks, Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg - Warrior, Pt. 2 lyrics

Woo! yeah! Remix! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!)
Lloyd Banks! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!) Ha Ha!

It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, give him a crown
He just throws it around
It’s like a joke, he’s like a king
But he don’t rule a thing
He don't want the diamonds
Want the gold or want the jewelry
He don't want the room, he
Don't want the loot
He's in it for the sport
Running circles 'round his competition
On the court he appreciates your support
But he ain't begging for it
And you can love it, you can hate it
But you can't ignore it
You can't be that ig nor-ant
Though you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last
Joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise
Hell like them country boys
And if I'm fronting, man
You better come confront me for it

This is the story of a warrior
I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon
I don't need my boys
I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about
You suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game

He's straight outta a neighborhood
Where niggas hate
To see you blow and eat your
Dinner off a bigger plate
Their stomachs ache while he's lounging
In the big estate and he hops in a hundred
Thousand where the nigga stay
Houses with a bigger gate
Hounding him's a big mistake
He won't surrender he'll rather give
Up a rib to break
Cause he remembers when they wouldn't
Lend a helping hand
Till he was sitting on green
Like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz to where you
Gotta mention his name
When you discussing the illest players
That's in the game
And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em
G-Unit Records ain't a
Motherfucker stopping them

This is the story of a warrior
I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon
I don't need my boys
I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about
You suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game

He's no magician man the kid
Does something out of nothing
So that niggas from his hood act
Like he owes him something
They talk crazy till they send niggas
To where to buck him
Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say "nah
It's nothing" he was gonna help 'em out but
Since they fronted fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they
Can hate him or love him
He held his own on his own
The kid is really thugging he's rich now
He ain't changed so niggas think he bugging
He bulletproof everything cause niggas
Try and buck him
Keeps two pistols on his hip I'll
Show you where he tuck 'em
Niggas say they gon' get at him
But they can't touch him
Try to catch him slipping they creep
In and he start bussing

This is the story of a warrior
I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon
I don't need my boys
I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about
You suckers gotta maintain
Money, power, and respect in this rap game

I can give you niggas something
You can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G you a fucking clown
I can take your girl and tu turn her out
Don't hold it in let it all out
I can give you fuckers something
To be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth