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Remix, Lloyd banks, ha haIt's like a throne that he don't even ownHe won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it aroundIt's like a joke, he's like a king, but he don't rule a thingHe don't want the diamonds, want the gold, don't want the jeweleryHe don't want the fame, don't want the loot, he's in it for the sportRunnin' circles 'round his competition on the courtHe appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for itAnd you can love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore itYou can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him shortBut you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before itAnd he was born to raise hell like them country boysAnd if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for itThis is the story of a warrior and now you know itTrue warriors go ahead make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoidHit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boyzI'm doin' a hundred twenty on the fast laneKick back, just relax, let me do my thangDon't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain, yeahMoney, power and respect in this rap gameLetras de cancionesHe's straight out of a neighborhood where niggaz hateThey see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plateYour stomach's ache while he's loungin' at the big estateAnd he hops in a hundred thousand with a nigga's skateHouse's with just a bigger gate, houndin' him is a big mistakeHe won't surrender, he'd rather give up a rib to break'Cuz he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' handSo he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fanCreated a buzz so that you gotta mention his nameWhen you discussin' the illest playa that's in the gameAnd he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and themG Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' themThis is the story of a warrior and now you know itTrue warriors go ahead make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoidHit you're corner with my weapon, I don't need my boyzI'm doin' a hundred twenty on the fast laneKick back, just relax, let me do my thangDon't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintainMoney, power and respect in this rap gameHe's no magician man, he can't make sometin' outta nuttin'So now niggaz from his hood act like he owe 'em somethin'They talk crazy 'til he send niggaz to where they buck 'emAsk 'em if it's a problem and he'll say na it's nothin'He's was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'emHe don't care how they feel they can hate 'em or love 'emHe hold his own on his own the kid is really thuggin'He's rich now, he ain't changed so niggaz think he buggin'He bulletproof everything 'cuz niggaz try to buck himKeep two pistols on his hip, I'll show you where he tuck 'emNiggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch himTry to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and start bustin'This is the story of a warrior and now you know itTrue warriors go ahead make some noiseIt ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoidHit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boyzI'm doin' a hundred on the fast laneKick back, just relax, let me do my thangDon't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintainMoney, power and respect in this rap gameI can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk aboutI can turn you're smile upside downYou ain't no G, you're a fuckin' clownI can take your girl a turn and turn her outDon't hold it in, let it all outI can give you fuckas somethin' to be mad aboutInvite her in, send her back outWith my DNA all in her mouth From Letras Mania