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I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem, niggaz as bad as Banks
Nigga, front, you gon get shot down
We to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow brains

These niggaz really want war
They just walk around frontin' I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk
If you really want somethin' we can show up at your door

I know my history, my family don't said 'Master'
Fuck livin' positive 'cause negativity faster
A celebrity has ta, his car
'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like

I'm smokin' out the jar, out the bar
Distracted, see shorty pokin' out the bra
Not the type to go metal in
Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a yellow van

Act hard but ya heart a marshmallows, man
Talk 'til you get cuffed and start tellin' damn
Everyday I got a new and when I'm done wit her
look like she dived head first in the pool wit it

You only gon wind up tryin' to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a stick
I gotta have on the waist
I'm like a South African with fly stuck to his face

Catch Banks in a full of bass
Remember I'm a bachelor, the 4 or 5 outta space
You could either get or get ya ass jumped
The trigger you can touch is on a gas pump

I got my own personal slave, she got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in purple
I know you pop me but if I hit you first
The exit wound gon be the size of a hockey

Fuck, I really hold the
I send at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
I'm for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A and a philly hold the smuggler

G-Units, what's up right
The Gucci cloth is on a Newport upside down
You come a little harder, nigga
You jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter

You still beg a hoe
And you mad you blowin' on oregano
You niggaz'll blow, anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger

Short stay, leave her butt in the
Lace up the beef and broccolis, peanut and jelly
I'm about to get this shorty know
That's why she foamin' out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer

I ain't around a snitch
I don't around a bitch
The match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Miner dick

I could up a chick and put a child around her lips
Niggaz stand the fact that I'm real
I kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the
Barbie at her best, Bacardi at the chest

I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the
Useta ta push up, now I hardly got to press
Got two gun, and both lead to cardiac
My success got suckers blowin' steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW, get these off me

I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz be mad at Banks
But only one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks
Nigga front, you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now,
ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains

Yea, Lloyd Banks, nigga, what's up,
50, nigga,you fuckin' wit him right?
I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I you fuckin' wit him
That's my baby right there, that's my boy right there, my young

What's up nigga, the fuck?
I hear niggaz hollerin' that, it real and all that nigga
Nigga, if you talkin, all that gangsta
Nigga, we get it poppin',

What's up, nigga? Anytime,
I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon,
Anywhere you see me, nigga, go