good company

Singer:banks, lloyd

{damn! } yeah! {whoooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

check my mic up! {can't forget. nelson!}

yeeah! {g-unit!}

shit is right!

on the run baby - conceived thru a criminal

a general! - so i don't operate the way the women do. and that one's subliminal. - it don't apply let it ride

i know ya kind

get disrespected and let it slide!

naaah! - that ain't the cloth that i was ripped from

you talk a lot of shit son. - you betta have a big gun!

just add em up and pick one. - you think they got they shit from?

you think i got my bitch from? - she even gave the click some. she came from the tropics

like the chronic in my pocket

cop it! crush it! roll it! spark it! and mix it in with' the chocolate!

i'm a prophet! - i can see it 'fore it happen

make you see it thru my rappin'. - i'm just rappin' what i see

see me laughin'

to the v! - how can thee - fuck with' me?!

i'm a g! - sucker free! - takin' me? - i wear the tool make ya pee!

you fucked up! - wakin' me

now that i'm woke

you can't breathe

loch ness in a vest

you gotta headshot me! ya see?

my money new as the news

and you're confused

so off with' ya 22

for talkin' down on ya crew. i'm walkin' round with a tool! - chinchillas and gator feet

leather seats

i don't fear nothin' bring on whatever beef. i'm on a level you will never reach!

every 16

my leverage peaks - i go to bed with' heats!

sleep with' dough; teach a hoe the game

but i keep her bro

give her x and reefer smoke

now let's get this money!

funny how the tables turn on ya! - ya homeboys wanna murder ya!

disturbia! it don't matter the size

there's an urn for ya. my coalition dirtier! - down to do the dirty work

rape ya baby mama 'til she violent

find her in the dirt. {whooooooooooooooooooooooo}

nigga cryin'

don't work! - it just make ya tired! {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

try it! - you ain't about that

be quiet!

these brick artists are wired - so what's the conversation for?!

i taste money and chase some more - you want me to break the law?!

life's a bitch

an ungrateful whore!

she'll let you see it make you pay for more

the american way i'm sure!

i'm pure! - see my papa was so raw like a

ki to a quarter

a o so ulcer to cold sore!

they been hatin' as long as a world tour

and if my label gave me the push! - i woulda sold more!

it's just me against the planet in this cold cold war

out the store 4-4 nigga

how bout yours?!

you are now in the company of greatness

and i only like green faces - i'm a racist

let's take it back to the basics!

before i got my bracelet. my mansion or my spaceships. - and answer all ya hatred!

louis vuitton or naked it's the same ol' g!

myb! " - mind ya bidness - or ya finished! it's nothin' more than a scrimmage

Lyric Context: good company - banks, lloyd