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coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz won't by the X... WE GON SELL TECS

(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for
See now i'm livin' lovely
My Girl Gotta buddy
But she be trippin out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see
Me and the boy Lloyd
tellin where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands
where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands that was
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
(Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
livin' lovely
My girl gotta buddy
But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see
Me and the boy Lloyd
Redbone
ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun
tellin where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands
surrounded by crooks

[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell

Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
wet dreams
Jacki, is there anymore room in them jeans
For a freaky motherfucker like me
A ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth
Goddamn you fine wit
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga

Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me
by the rules reapply
Creeps low wit cruise control when I'm high
Brand new 22 shoes on the ride
Gotta get blatta tatted
Hit up green rise

[Hook]
hear voices in my head for what reason 
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season 
So back the fuck off and give me respect 
Now they're
a brim, Rolex down wit a automatic 
I be the shit, pimpin hoes from Cali to Louisville 
Strip em for money in Magic City and the A-T-L 
'cause see these
the game
I get the dames up in a trance
I'm in the Illa rangers
Lil Wayne
Me and my mans
Lloyd
Holla at cha boi boi
Who mami wit'
She fell in love
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make
a winner by nature
I can't stand a broad thas just into ma paper
You find me in the club sippin henny no chaser
If I don't hit it now I bet I'm hittin that
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
Makin me look disgraceful
He got a girl named Hazel
And another white one
But wit him
he ain't racial

[Chorus]
I'm your mother 
I'm your daddy
I'm that
Jay-Z
Who you know fresher than Green, riddle me that

Lloyd Banks
I'm on the Road blowin Grade A Hayes

Young Buck
Don't be mad at me dogg this all
you wanna be, come on

[Chorus: x2]
I, know, you don't want it wit me
You, know, you don't want it wit me
You, talk, but soon we goin' see
You,