(Intro)
Do-doper than my last one

(Hook)
I roll up till the cash come
I'm on my cool shit, true, bitch, doper than my last one
Dope doper than my last one
I got loud & bought a bag mo' potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flo' doper than my last one
Dope doper than my last one, dope doper than my last one

(Verse: Lloyd Banks)
War, spoiled, listen, all my props in order
Take me down, good wit old green
He balling, pocket lawyer new town, now tally more cream
Ya brought up line, performer nightmares
Mixed wit my tall dreams
My songs the length of porno, all I got is my word & my soul
My style a hatched man, convertible gold
Got bitches jumpin' off the vertical
Oh, thought I fo'got?! Ya dissed me when I wasn't hot
I guess ya miss me now
Bitch, ya see me, don't flip yo frown
The rich get richer, ya skip the needy to strip ya down
Ya in graffiti, go get my CD, I'll lift yo town
Now probably amazin', ain't no winna promise
Generous summers lead the club where all the strippers honest
How can it be I made a pepe promise
My game a cannon, blow yo chick Bahamas
& pet pajamas, I'm as real as it can get, don't find us
Ya have official problems
An immediate response to all the shit ya holling

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Lloyd Banks)
Player blood, freezing, keep my name out trophy season
Fuck is niggas thinkin' matchin' me up, won't be even
And I sound like where I'm from, don't got to freeload off a region
I get ball, hold the seasons, sneaks & leaches on my feet 
And speedin' till ya crash & burn
Reckless in this white man's world, no blacks concerned
This dose label reality
I'm on the prowl gettin' too close takin' yo battery
Me & my power pen against the world won't rattle me
Ya been clouded, thought to gossip me, ain't care about us
I believe the game will switch to make emcees feed of profit
Got to do my own addiction in the V, up hail & shoplift
Spit the sickest flow, the inscription clips are hard narcotic
Money standin' by the hobbit
We managed, ran back out of product
The hottest topic, killin' shit, don't know how to stop it
The pie is lit, ya hoe for cromo you'z a Bozo really
Gun sign in yo photo like ya gon' go nilly

(Hook)