Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!! Its like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around Its like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing He don't want the diamonds want the gold don't want the jewelry He don't want the ring don't want the loot he's in it for the sport Runnin circles round his competition on the court He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it And you can 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 born to raise hell like them country boys And If Im 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 aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money power and respect in this rap game Hes straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate There stomachs ache while he's loungin in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay Houses with a bigger gate, houndin hims a big mistake He wont surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics 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 'em G-Unit Records aint no motherfucker stoppin them This is the story of a warrior I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys Im doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power and respect in this rap game Hes no magician man the kid make something outta nothin So now niggas from his hood act like he owes him somethin They talk crazy till they send niggaz to ready buck him Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin He was gonna help em out but since they front em fuck em He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin Hes rich now he aint change so niggaz think he buggin He bulletproof everything 'case niggaz try and buck him Keeps 2 pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck em Niggaz say they gon get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch you slippin then creepin he start bussin This is the story of a warrior I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It aint healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys Im doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thang Don't give a fuck about you suckers 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 aint no G you a fuckin clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Don't hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers somethin to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth