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

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

I know my history, my family tree said 'Master'
Fuck livin' positive 'cause negativity faster
A has ta, bulletproof his car
'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gotta beg a hoe
And you mad you blowin' on oregano
You niggaz'll never blow, anyone to in my ring is brave
I know a thing about 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 around a snitch
I don't around a bitch
The jumpsuit wit the Carolina kicks
I sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick

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

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

I a lotta talkin', niggaz must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem, niggaz as bad as Banks
yous 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 your brains

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

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

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