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I a lotta talkin', niggaz must 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,
Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your

These don't really want war
They just walk frontin' 'cause I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the pump is in the trunk for?
If you really want somethin' we can show up at front door

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

I'm out the jar, scopin' 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 park van

Act hard but ya heart a marshmallows, man
Talk 'til you get cuffed and start tellin' damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm 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 ya head like a pool stick
I gotta bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a South African fly stuck to his face

Catch Banks in a truck of bass
Remember I'm a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta
You could get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only trigger you can is on a gas pump

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

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

G-Units, up right now?
The Gucci cloth is on a sign upside down
You come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a and yours is a Starter

You still beg a hoe
And you mad 'cause you blowin' on
You never blow, anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing hair stylin' but I can make a finger weave

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

I ain't loud around a
I don't crowd a bitch
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina
I been sick since was on Harlod Miner dick

I could call up a and put a child around her lips
can't stand the fact that I'm real
I the queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Barbie at her best, Bacardi at the chest

I'm to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I got to press
Got two gun, and lead to cardiac arrest
My success got salty blowin' steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW, get fuckas off me

I hear a lotta talkin', must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem, ain't as bad as Banks
yous front, you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't 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 I said you fuckin' wit him
my baby right there, that's my boy right there, my young nigga

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

What's up, nigga? Anytime,
I give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon, nigga
you see me, nigga, let's go