Lyrics:
fucking a thug
Hittin' it raw, tastin' it, wildin' out of my character
Tapin' it, Tyra Banks face and Faith's lips
Givin' head like she knew me for years
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
ass sick
You supposed to be hard motherfucker
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Bury all your hatin, cuz hatred will bury ya
Learn not to talk tough talk
you go through they know 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo's verses are missing]
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks verses are missing]
[Chorus]
fuck the police officer Rick the enemy!!!!!
[Chorus: 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use
right cause with out it who am
I make the haters wanna cry drive by homicides had
your life cold niggas aint killin for stripes
They want a bank roll
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound
of my character
Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips
Giving head like she knew me for years
Pillow talk, she let out tears
Told me bout her
for spittin' bullets
Chalk lines, caution tape
Homicide, what's it take?
Robbery, murder spree
Drama seems to follow me
Chalk lines, caution tape
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
at the bank
Stop acting crazy 'cause you're not mine
Leave you here by the stop sign
Misbehaving sit your ass in the seat
I've been craving some Portillo's
the truth like I'm Lloyd
Everyday wake up give thanks to the Lord
You live and you die by the sword
Hollow deliver him straight to the Lord
I hope you been
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they sweeter
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
Yeah, this somethin' special why'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile
they catch you (Lloyd Banks)
We all die one day
But as long as I'm here, I'm gon' grab checks (grab checks)
And make my cash stretch longer than
they lay around flowers.
[Lloyd Banks]
i gotta thing for gangsters, that argue ova stains of reafer, and flip when i call a bitch like she queen
Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds
They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For
ain't about shit
I know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave
ain't about shit
I know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave
in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from
ice grill 'cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they
whole time, Gatorade
Like a dyke, stay with them toys
I don't play wit none of them boys
On the Southside like Lloyd
Always in the banks like Lloyd
Niggas
.jpg/186px-Lloyd_Banks_by_Mikey_Hennessy_(cropped).jpg "Lloyd Banks")
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