Warrior 2 Lyrics

Remix, Lloyd Banks, ha, ha

It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, given the 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 fame don't want the lute he's in this for a sport

Runnin' suckaz with the competition round the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it
And you can't 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 gonna 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 you kno, you kno it
Tru warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money power and respect in this rap game

He's straight outta the neighborhood but niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin' at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a nigga's gate

House with just a bigger gate, houndin' him was a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
'Cuz he horrendous when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand
So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan

Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him 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

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Tru warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money power and respect in this rap game

These niggaz got a lot of nothin'
So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe em somethin'
They talk crazy 'til we send this nigga in there to fuck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw it's nothin'

He's been tryin' to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they're makin' 'em love 'em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin'
He's rich now, he ain't change since these niggaz buggin'

He pull a clip everything niggaz try to buck him
Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we ain't tuck 'em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and he start bustin'

This is the story of a warrior you kno, you kno it
Tru warrior go ahead make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner wit more weapons I don't need my boyz

I'm doin' about 120 on the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckas gotta maintain
Money power and respect in this rap game

I can give you somethin' you can talk about
I can turn this smile upside down
You ain't no G-Unit fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out

The bootey layed all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
And buy her rings and I back out
With my DNA all in her mouth