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1. _ Southside Story
Yeh Yeh Yeh
I done learned from mistakes like who |
2. _ Warrior Part 2 (ft. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)
(Crowd)
[Eminem]
Whooooo!
Remix (echoes) [50] Ha Ha (echoes)
Lloyd Banks! [echoes) [Banks{ uh huh (echoes)
Ha ha! (echoes)
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, give him crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin suckaz around 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 cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Know you Know It
True Warriors Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit your Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight out of a neighborhood where Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Their stomachs ache while he's loungin in a big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga skate
Houses with a bigger gate , houndin him is a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remembers when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic 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 them
G Unit records aint no muthfucka stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man the kid came sumthin outta nothin
So now niggaz from the hood act like he owe them somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's was gonna help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em
He dont care how they feel ????
He hold his own on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change so Niggaz think he buggin
He bulletproof everything incase Niggaz try and buck him
Keep 2 pistols on his hip I'll show you we tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggas somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G you a fuckin clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
don't hold it in let it all out
I can give you fuckas somethin' to be mad about
And buy her rings and I back out
With my DNA all in her mouth
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3. _ Times Up
now im done off the liqua and back grabbin a striiper
strappin to stay out that black bag with a zipper. u slackin
so ima blast past even quicker without radio air play
or adds on a sticka. nigga im
blowin brocoli in a tahoe the kid with moe punches
than rocky in a pile up.im cockier tomorrow.popu wit a bottle. haters wanna pop me with
a hollow nigga you cant stop if my moto i will
not be gettin followed i roll with an anterouge
and follow you and put hoes in your aunts garage
niggas wanna stomp they hoes cuz they feonce
chose my next victem is beyonce knowls my whole
neck and arm stay froze im beyond they shows
thirty thousand we on 8 roads.when we leave from back stage kids be on they clothes it seems she gotta little
on the all grey 'bos and what i gotta jet for? i should start up a bizness cause i get rid of more birds than a pet store
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4. _ Im So Fly
Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga (laughs)
Yee!
[Chorus]
I |
5. _ Playboy
"Playboy"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y |
6. _ Till The End
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night |
7. _ If You So Gangsta
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don |
8. _ Warrior
Lloyd Banks-Warrior
(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!)
I'm a warrior!
Aw man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I **** on my family I lie in a ditch
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
Uh, You heard right mothafucka
My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker
Heart full of pride and a head full of anger
Attitude of a winner infared for the danger
Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya
Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes
Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states
Tune into BET and watchin your video
Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so
If that's your man warn him
'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him
{Chorus}
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!
Man i never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I **** on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!
Goddamn hoe here i go again
The Double L O Y D
Here put on an I.V.
Tryin ta try me
The new age I lead
The black C.I.G.
Resides beside me
As smooth as an Isley
Sometimes I surprise me
Can't even ID
As low as my eyes be
I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth
The wrong punchline'll have niggas inside of your house
Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood
I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood
That's a zipper that's sticky
California should whip me
I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)
{Chorus}
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9. _ Die One Day
(VERSE 1)
(uh huh)
I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that |
10. _ When The Chips Are Down (ft. The Game)
[Lloyd Banks]
Yee! (laughs)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
[Voice in beat]
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11. _ On Fire
[Talking]
New York City
You are now rockin with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
[Chorus 50 cent]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 1- LLoyd Banks]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
[Chorus 50 cent]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 2- LLoyd Banks]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spendin a quarter
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
[Chorus 50 cent]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shawty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
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12. _ Smile
"Smile"
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you alla that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, fly-through, don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
[Chorus]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
[Chorus]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
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13. _ I Get High ft. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg
I know I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But mr. bouncer man don't put your muthafuckin hands on me
Can I Get High... [Snoop and 50]
Without you botherin me
Everybody you see in here tonight is doin the same thing so why you keep playa hatin on me
Can I Get High... [Snoop and 50]
Without you botherin me
[50 Cent] (sniff sniff) nigga you hit this shit?
[Banks] yee
[Chorus:50 Cent & Snoop Dogg] x2
[Snoop and 50] Da La La La
[50]
I be smokin
It gettin me right, I be loc'in
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin
Barely give you a buzz, Me I get high
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem I keep comin back for these
Dodo bags and out cha yack or your sack of seeds
I chill sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load you get some subtract some g's
Cause Imma smoka to much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya
but im a bad influence
a musician can't operate without his instruments
my recent success gradually got your bitch convinced
haters made cause they can't look inside cause I pitched the tents
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The second hand smoke will make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think about when a niggas from the start went
raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of the things that I do in my spare time
My bad habits ain't private son I share mine
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
uh
now they took thier hands out cause of the way shit been
so you niggas ain't smokin if you don't chip in
listen, i've waited along for these rocks to glisten
from that one room pad without a pot to piss in
over betrayal is not forgiven
I do this for my niggas locked up who's comin home to lobster livin
helpin the cops forbided (snoop :Da Da Da)
about to buy my mama her own mansion
just I could see her pop the ribbon
that cali bud special
so special i held the blunt so long
snoop had to tell me [Snoop] "pass the weed nephew"
fuck rap im the wrong one to get pissed off
cause the pump will make you jump like cris cross
my nigga dead and it's hard to let go
so im blowin on that wet dro same color as gecko
ya follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
he gas em' and fuck em'and pass em', whatcha' expect hoe (hoe)
[Chrous: 50 Cent & Snoop]
[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
say im going to blow up the best of them
yes yes i invested them
blazed up the purple palm tree
I told them don't mess with them
I hold them the best of me
Do you wanna smoke with me?
Weed rollin, G Strollin, bad mouthin muthafucka
law breakin. pimp slapin niggas for the fuck of it
hip hopin, zip lockin, rip rockin gang banger
thought you was an actor thought I was a singer
thought about ridin with me sayin you wanna hang tough
D P G-Unit sounds like danger
You might wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stope smokin on that same stuff (cough)
Now lay back on the law
This snoop weed that I got I call it Face Off
Cause it will blow ya face off and thats a figure of speech
My niggas a beast on me from the west to the east...preach
[Chrous: 50 Cent & Snoop]
[Snoop Dogg] Za Da Da...
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14. _ Just Another Day (Bonus Track)
[Verse 1: Lloys Banks]
Man what the fuck are you lookin for
Can't a young nigga make money anymore
Blow a couple grand in the NBA store
Whap 24 thousand on the NBA floor
Niggas Fiences bendin over on tour
Bein anti-social with a case of lock jaw
Just cause shorty look good doesn't mean you should go
Puttin ice on the bitch like she won the superbowl
even the trips are low
all these so called old heads just ain't the same niggas I usta know
I got a Houston Hoe
Naw she ain't the sharpest knife in the droar but she a damn good booster tho
See I can fuck a super model when my days worse
In a hole with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
a hundred forty one rocks layin on my chain (Gea!)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just Another Day
Chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
Im tipsy of the hennessey
We ridin round with the 8 inch K
Nigga we don't play
Just Another Day
Chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke about a pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay
Nigga We don't play
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era
They all want me dead
And I know it's over the way that I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he said she said
till I go put a slug ????? head
The Tahoes, bulletproof so you can't get through
They follow, Your ass and who ever ran with you
And you about as assed out and 2 jammed pistols
Waitin around and punchin niggas who can't fit you
So Bring yours cause you know I got mine with me kid
the 8'll make u lose weight like missy did
The old G's trying to thier fony smilin
repretation always the rise on coney island
I match a local newstand jerk
WHy the only XXL you've been in is your shirt
and speakin of shirts get a new white tee
god damn it feels good to me...nigga
[Chorus: Lloys Banks]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm goin , shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growin, knockin international bras down
They Know em, not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin, the glocks so don't even act that hard now
I might bust your gum but your gats are in the car clowns
So break your little weed off of crackin cigars down
Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits
with the fuckin judge given niggas life like its parkin tickets
Now I get to goto bed with a model
And the crib is about as big as it is on the belvadeir bottle
I got all kind of X i can ram in thier faces
Red & blue pills like the man in the matrix
you might of spend some paper on your lil charm, but
my piece is about as heavy as lil jon cup
but, he's never tuck, Nigga I don't give a fuck
I get bucked before I give sumthin up...yup!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
[Lloyd Banks]
Gea!
Man we hot as a fuck!
G-Unit!
Lloyd Banks!
Yee!
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15. _ Ain't No Click Ft. Tony Yayo
[Tony Yayo]
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
[Lloyd Banks]
Yall done fucked up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
{Tony Yayo]
Here We go
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get [Now]
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from this is [Down]
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow [Now]
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on your breezy
and I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
n I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
so its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
that was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin on the street
for bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Dumps like ass in my video
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get [Now]
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from this is [Down]
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow [Now]
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit [Now]
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)
Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
my clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
P89, my clique filled wit hollows
stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
screws Mcduck say swimmin in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
think like castro, Games in the lasso
dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
We Back Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Dezzy Buck!
Game!
The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
Hunger For More!
Rida Music Nigga!
This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)
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16. _ Work Magic (ft. Young Buck)
I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)
I come from the heart of southside (yea)
holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)
pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)
i thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)
you dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em
were respected highly
'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
if i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)
as soon as you aint around jake (jake)
you getcha ass whipped for chips
now thats the real definition of poundcake
i got the crownsnake
and you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake
i got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)
im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
i'm headin for the top and im almost there
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared
i'm headin for the top and im almost there
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
[Verse 2: Young Buck]
You know how i gets down
this pound hold six rounds
i told you i'd be back bitch
talk that shit now
you hear that fo fif [.45] sound
duck when i spit rounds
'cause this aint beverly hills
you in the bricks now
we aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
you get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell
its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
we on that fuck the police shit
we livin in hell
you betta guard yo grill homey
and stand yo ground
these bullets burn
they hit whoevers standin around
i never learn even after i took a couple shots
i just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)
if its beef then im ready to ride
just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothafucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5
you know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin name
Whether the truck or train
my minds stuck on the grind
'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came
yeahh aint talkin shit
but we can all tell he ass
jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
you gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio
the young gunner with a raspy flow
got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe
my heart laughin a small
maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you
i got the hood on my shoulda
chain big as a boulder
the 357 tucka
mothafucka
[Chorus]
yeeuhh (laughs)
muthafucka
im here.. yeeuh
lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
money by any means...nigga
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