Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Joke's on You Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [movie dialogue from Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues"] I have a certain amount of time allotted for daily practice! You know this, yet you consistently overlook my program. I get the times mixed up. Hmm. Everything with you is so damn regulated. A certain time to do this, a certain time to do that. Everything's on a schedule, a time table. Let me explain something to you - life is short, okay? I need it like this to do all the things I gotta do, I like order. Order's fine, but you're ridiculous! And what do you want? I want a man who knows what he wants - decisive! You don't know what you want. Make up your mind, be a man, and don't be wishy-washy on me. Hmm, I know what I want, my music. Everything else is secondary. I knew you would say that. Then why'd you ask? [Intro: Lloyd Banks] Yeah (yeah) I'm just tryin to do my thing shorty (do my thing shorty) Do yours (do yours) X me out on your board [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I'm on the move every night, you know I ain't livin right And you wanna be the wifey (wifey, wifey) So it's hurtin you to like me (like me, like me) And it's killin you to love Chatter gets to you cause you're always in the club I ain't tryin to cuddle up, girl you gotta go home Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin my phone Save the cryin for the dummy (dummy) I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin money (money) [Lloyd Banks] Uhh; you ain't really hurt bitch, you been down this road before Problem when lies surface, bullshit that you done heard and more I tapped your pen, let out the bullet, but now I'm servin raw The quickest way of trappin them, havin you have to go to court Life-long accident, one night of action got you caught Victim to the spot, now you up to your knees in child support But uh-uhh! Not me, I'm Rocky in the drop V I'm top seed, on it, word to Big and Lil' Kateef{?} Lambo down the side streets Same neighborhood as LL, Kool G. and Mobb Deep, 'Pone and Nore in fly sneaks Ghetto bitches, dime freaks, I'm just tryin to fit in Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them No Valentine cause none of these ladies mine Not my girl, girl'll be fiancée, or baby mom Brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and rings shown Come into my reality, "P.I.M.P." my ringtone [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh; how you think I got to the money, bein stupid? You done fucked around and got yo' dumbass in my music I got new hoes, for today, fuckin girls they all'll pay I'm guarateed to score, like Jordan a basketballer way Lot of missed calling, you're boring, I'll be gone 'til autumn Girls in no order, you can have 'em, I can't afford 'em Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdin water And they ain't faithful either, catch me in the nightclub pourin Rosé on her Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram Orgies a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van Barely like 'em, don't love 'em, show stoppers, exotic tans Dancin while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all out way out in France I ain't your come up, she gon' roll the blunt up An hour later and one nut, and I hit you back, nunchuck Hit the street when the sun's up, shittin now by the dump truck Hold on, let me see what this bitch want, WHAT?! [Chorus]