[Lloyd Banks]
 I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
 I ain’t even home and they’re talking about me
 f-ck out my ear if you talking ’bout freedom n-gger
 Free don’t pay the bills Im ballin’ all out, b!
 You rappers don’t know me
 Nah I ain’t your homie
 If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
 I like my wheel chromey
 My Bentley my Rolly
 My Magnum my forty
 South Jamaica shawty
 these losses I took in the gut yo
 the work’s still here, I’m just cooking it up slow
 Clear my mind, you whippin’ the [bad word] load
 my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
 if rap aint work, I’ll be pimpin’ on some hoe
 Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
 I’m back like crack over the [bad word]  You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Akon - [bad word] 
 We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
 ain’t bout to let a [bad word] and snatch mine
 I keep a nine, you see the shine
 I might just let your [bad word] slide this time
 While I get this paper, paper
 While I get this paper, paper
 Cause I’m a celebrity
 (I don’t need none of y’all)
 Ghetto celebrity
 (Keep your punk [bad word] awards)
 I’m a celebrity
 (Take your fake smile off)
 Ghetto celebrity
 aint nothing changed n-gger

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
 The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
 Porche Panamera
 platinum hammer through the metal
 wreck the booth up, I’m too tough
 that inner city grammer
 lyrics courtesy of [bad word]  step your jewels up, they [bad word] up
 I’ll sparkle for the camera
 harsh reality’s what (?) holding them back from opening
 verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
 I’m the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
 lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
 my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
 6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
 they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
 two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
 two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
 green guap galore, in and out of new hall
 that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
 I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
 [bad word] 

[Eminem]
 …there are enough insults in my head
 to fill up a swear jar
 and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don’t dare start
 you’ll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
 I’m poppin’ a wheelie off to a really unfair start
 I’m past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
 like ground round or a pound of chuck
 tightly wound as f-ck
 till the fire [bad word] shut
 Fire marshall ground ‘em up
 I guess you should just shut the f-ck up
 and stop f-cking around and duck
 I aint playing this time, I told you I’m not down for blunts
 to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
 like calling a [bad word] a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
 and blowing your d-ck [bad word]  is she up to scew and down to f-ck
 it’s a man’s World and I’m trapped in a land of [bad word]  with a thousand [bad word] wrapped with muzzles [bad word] through a house of muts
 otherwords I’m shutting up everyone one of you [bad word] mouth’s up
 and I’m watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f-cking butt
 and aint sh-t changed, my sh-t still dont stink player
 my farts may have [bad word] staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
 maybe [bad word] became a little paler
 poster job for white trash, I’m a garbage pale kid sailor
 yeah, see me up all in your b-tch means I’ma rape her,
 all I got for these hoes is d-ck duck tape and a stapler so b-tch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
 I don’t subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!