"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

Aiyyo swizz (it ain't over) we sone c
reated another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe
to poke your head out again, let's go!
I know you thought we was finished, flipmode bitch!
(g-unit!) yeah! streetsweepers!
Remix part three! remix part three! remix part three!
Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club

(get low banks!) who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shotty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyein they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip
(turn it up!)
And you know I stay with the skits so don't even try
Kiss yo' ass bye bye you be alone in the sky
And the first human being now to learn how to fly
And I be low in the bm on my way out ny
(get low banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(turn it up!)
and you know I'm doin my thing it's blue in the ring
If you had it like this you probably do it the same
But you won't cause you broke all you do is complain
After the club, I'm a put a few in the range and let 'em

"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

(get low papoose!) papoose, pa-poose
Had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (turn it up!)
I got staten island on my pinky queens
On my thumb dude
The bronx on my middle finger screamin fuck you
Rock ice in manhattan
So there's the ring finger
You know I had to keep brooklyn
On the trigger finger
(get low pap!) five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got new york city in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a new york nemesis
(turn it up!)
I flip the mag and get the clappin
If it happens rip his jacket
Split his back and lift his head I'm gettin at him (ha!)
Pick up a different mag and then attack him
When I grab him shit is blastin
With a passion get it crackin the assassin
You let 'em

"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"

(get low bus!) you see me you love me
the streets declare me god of the hood
You niggaz is watchin and wishin you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin to stop it I'm wishin you would
(turn it up!)
Cause them I'm glad to hit you with the fact
that the god is immortal as spit
The way I be doin historical shit
Incase you and your niggas act like you ain't know
when I'm informin your click
I take your bitch while I'm perfomin my shit
(get low bus!) as I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin I'm comin and slayin
The street with the heat now turn up the beat
until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (turn it up!)
Now the way I'm killin at this mass like I'm doin for t. v
Respect it you better getthe salutin me when you see me
Lloyd banks, papoose and busta bus yeah I'm greedy
I paint the illest picture for the hood like I do graffiti

"touch it - bring it - babe - watch it
Turn it - leave it - stop - format it"