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      Lloyd Banks

      Album: Lloyd Banks DJ Slimer DJ On Point - Sweet 16s Vol.10

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      Lloyd Banks - Banks Workout Música y Letra

      50 cent]
      i hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at banks
      but there 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
      [lloyd banks] + (50 cent in caps)
      these niggaz don't really want war (nah)
      they just walk around frontin
      cause i walk around stuntin
      why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
      if you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
      i know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
      fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
      a celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
      cause big hits come flyin through ya door like casper (woo)
      i'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
      distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
      not the type to go spark metal in
      start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
      act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows 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 (god damn)
      you only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
      i put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
      i gotta have bucks on the waist
      i'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( waa)
      catch banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
      remember i'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
      you could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
      the only tigger you 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 (uh-huh uh-huh)
      i know you wanna pop me but (but)
      if i hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (ahh)
      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=unit's whats up right now
      the gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
      you gotta come a little harder, nigga
      you wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter(ha ha ha)
      you still gotta beg a hoe (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 (err)
      short stay leave her butt in the telly
      lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
      i'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
      thats why she foamin out the grill like a alka-seltzer pill
      i ain't loud around a snitch (nah)
      i don't crowd around a btich (nah)
      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 (woo)
      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 (uh-huh)
      bacardi at the chest(uh-huh)
      i'm similar to the young marcus darvy at the desk
      useta have ta push up, now i hardly got ta press
      got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
      my success got suckers salty (salty)
      blowin steam like a cup of coffee
      click pow get these fuckas off me
      [50 cent]
      i hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at banks
      but there 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
      whats up nigga?
      it's 50 nigga
      you fuckin wit him right?
      i know you fuckin wit him cause i said you fuckin wit him
      thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
      whats 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
      whats up nigga?
      anytime nigga i don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga
      any where you see me nigga
      lets go

      Lloyd Banks - Banks Workout Música y Letra

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