[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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Oh shit this is sick right here
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[Young Buck: talking]
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Yeah you feelin that? Lloyd Banks alright then
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[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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Straight Outta Ca$hville
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[Young Buck: talking]
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Aiyo Banks
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[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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Yeah whats up?
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[Verse 1: Young Buck]
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Got me a bird and didn't look back
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I learned how to cook crack
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Its on
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Back then we had beepers with big ass cell phones
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Postin up with the fiends I used to dress like them
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(Why?) So when the police came I looked just like them
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I sell my dimes for five and my twentys for ten
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I never gave they ass credit but they came again
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Can't let 'em catch me so Buck used to run from 'em
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Man I said forget it cuz Buck got bar money
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Quarters went to ounces and ounces went to keys
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Girls used to drop me off now they drop to they knees (damn)
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Feel good to grip the wood and watch ya homie shine to
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Cause ballin by yourself'll make a hater come find you
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I know the streets feel me the projects in Scattersights
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People who done really copped the brick and hustled all night
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Ask me why I'm thuggin I tell you cause its in me
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Police ain't stoppin nothing if you want me come and get me
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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I'm flyin out the country ain't no tellin when I'm gon be back
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To be honest half of these artists never gon see that (Nah man)
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I keep my bad habits away from where I'm gon eat at
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Before I sit up for a bitch I'll loose one knee cap (yeah)
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I paid a visit to father time but he flung me back
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Shocked that we reasonable know 'em by all the guns we pack
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Live for the dollar and gratefull for every one we stack
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Mind of a man with no sleep my thoughts brung feedback
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But don't scheme at the rocks on hand
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Before ya mama sees her seed in the bag like popcorn man
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The Rug's greased up its not gon jam
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If I squeeze off the block gon scram
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Bull eggs is all I had man
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A replica of my senior you'll remember me
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My grandfather still smokin weed and hes seventy
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My blood rushing off this Hennessey
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I'm walkin out the door with a felony
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Check, check out my melody
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[Young Buck: talking]
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yeah
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[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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G Unit [x6]
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[Young Buck: talking]
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Ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it
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We thuggin in public ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it
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Tim Westwood thuggin in public yeah
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[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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GGGGGG G Unit yeah!
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[Young Buck: talking]
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Ai man, It's real big man matter of fact, let some gun shots go!
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If you got some man
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[Lloyd Banks: talking]
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Let me get a AR or something
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[Young Buck: talking]
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Drop some more bombs
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Tim Westwood (Freestyle)
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