Warrior Part 2

Remix Lloyd Banks 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 it for a sport Runnin' s*ckaz where there's 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 f**k 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 I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a f**k about you s*ckas 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 hundred thousand with a nigga's gate House with just a bigger gate, houndin' him was a big mistake He wont surrender, he'll 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 when 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 motherf**kin' stoppin' 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 makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a f**k about you s*ckas gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game He's no magician, man, the kid makes somethin' outta nuthin' So now niggaz from this hood act like we owe 'em somethin' They talk crazy till we send niggas through there to buck 'em Ask 'em if there's a problem and they'll say, "Naw its nothin'" He was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted, f**k 'em He dont care how they feel, they can hate him or love him He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin' He's rich now, he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin' He bullet proof everything in case niggaz try and buff him Keep two pistols on this hip I 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 he start bustin' 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 makin' niggaz paranoid Hit your corner wit' more weapon, I don't need my boyz I'm doin' 120 in the fast lane Kick back, just relax, let me do my thang Don't give a f**k about you s*ckas gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game I can give you niggaz' somethin' you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit f**kin' clown I can take your girl until I turn her out Don't hold it in, let it all out I can give you f**kers somethin' to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth