• Artist: Lloyd Banks
• Song Title: Stranger
• Album: Rotten Apple

[Intro]:
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine) All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
N**** you know how we roll (N**** you know how we roll) Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground) Incase somethin goes down (Incase somethin goes down)

[Verse 1]:
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you f*** around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
N****s'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where n****s split blunts eight ways and pack the b****
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the n****s you roll with
Before you know it n****s be shootin up yo' s***
The clubs a fashion show, so n****s go get
And rev up all the broke n****s rockin they old s***
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner

[Chorus]:
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)

[Verse 2]:
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that n****s admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris b**** I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout n****s gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear n****s don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Maserati, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine

[Chorus]:
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A n**** that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)