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

niggaz don't really want war
They just walk frontin' 'cause 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 tree don't said 'Master'
Fuck livin' positive negativity spreads faster
A has ta, bulletproof his car
'Cause big come flyin' through ya door like Casper

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

Act but ya heart made a marshmallows, man
Talk tough you get cuffed and start tellin' damn
I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her
It'll look like she dived first in the pool wit it

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

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

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

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

G-Units, what's up now?
The Gucci cloth is on a Newport upside down
You gotta come a harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a

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

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

I loud around a snitch
I don't around a bitch
The jumpsuit match wit the kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner

I could call up a chick and put a child her lips
Niggaz can't the fact that I'm real
I kidnap the queen the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best, at the chest

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

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

Yea, Lloyd Banks, nigga, up, nigga?
50, nigga,you fuckin' wit him right?
I know you wit him 'cause 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 hollerin' that, keep it real and all that nigga
Nigga, if you talkin, all that shit
Nigga, we get it poppin',

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