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Banks Workout

I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz must be mad at Banks

But there's only one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks

Nigga, yous front, you gon get shot down

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit

Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains

These niggaz don't really want war

They just walk around frontin' 'cause I walk around stuntin'

Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for?

If you really want somethin' we can show up at your front door

I know my history, my family tree don't said 'Master'

Fuck livin' positive 'cause negativity spreads faster

A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car

'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like Casper

I'm smokin' out the jar, scopin' out the bar

Distracted, see shorty breast pokin' out the bra

Not the type to go spark metal in

Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a park yellow van

Act hard but ya heart made a marshmallows, man

Talk tough 'til you get cuffed and start tellin' damn

Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her

It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it

You only gon wind up dead tryin' to prove shit

I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick

I gotta have bucks on the waist

I'm hungry like a South African with fly stuck to his face

Catch Banks in a truck full of bass

Remember I'm a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space

You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped

The only trigger you can touch is on a gas pump

I got my own personal slave, she really got a curfew

Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple

I know you wanna pop me but if I hit you first

The exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck

Fuck, I really hold the rubber

I send sparks at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba

I'm aimin' for a video cover, huge tall bustas

A pound and a philly hold the smuggler

G-Units, what's up right now?

The Gucci cloth is on a Newport sign upside down

You gotta come a little harder, nigga

You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter

You still gotta beg a hoe

And you mad 'cause you blowin' on oregano

You niggaz'll never blow, anyone to step in my ring is brave

I don't know a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger weave

Short stay, leave her butt in the telly

Lace up the beef and broccolis, peanut butter and jelly

I'm about to get this deal shorty know

That's why she foamin' out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill

I ain't loud around a snitch

I don't crowd around a bitch

The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks

I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick

I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips

Niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real

I kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the pill

Gimme Barbie at her best, Bacardi at the chest

I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk

Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got to press

Got two gun, and both lead to cardiac arrest

My success got suckers salty blowin' steam like a cup of coffee

Click POW, get these fuckas off me

I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz must be mad at Banks

But there's only one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks

Nigga yous front, you gon get shot down

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit

Nigga ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains

Yea, Lloyd Banks, nigga, what's up, nigga?

It's 50, nigga,you fuckin' wit him right?

I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you fuckin' wit him

That's my baby right there, that's my boy right there, my young nigga

What's up nigga, what the fuck?

I hear niggaz hollerin' that, keep it real and all that nigga

Nigga, if you talkin, all that gangsta shit

Nigga, we get it poppin', nigga

What's up, nigga? Anytime, nigga

I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon, nigga

Anywhere you see me, nigga, let's go

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