Warrior, Pt. 2

Remix, Lloyd banks, 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, don't want the jewelery He don't want the fame, don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it And you can love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore it You can't be that ignorant but 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 frontin' then you better come confront me for it This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boyz I'm doin' a hundred twenty on the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain, yeah Money, power and respect in this rap game He's straight out of a neighborhood where niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Your stomach's ache while he's loungin' at the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand with a nigga's skate House's with just a bigger gate, houndin' him is a big mistake He won't surrender, he'd rather give up a rib to break 'Cuz he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz so that you gotta mention his name When you discussin' the illest playa that's in the game And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them G Unit records ain't no motherfuckin' stoppin' them This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit you're corner with my weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' a hundred twenty on the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game He'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 'em Ask '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 'em He don't care how they feel they can hate 'em or love 'em He 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 him Keep two pistols on his hip, I'll show you where he tuck 'em Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and start bustin' This is the story of a warrior and now you know it True warriors go ahead make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' a hundred on the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you sucka's gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about I can turn you're smile upside down You ain't no G, you're a fuckin' clown I can take your girl a turn and turn her out Don't hold it in, let it all out I can give you fuckas somethin' to be mad about Invite her in, send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth