[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
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Listen up I got a story to tell... (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooo! }
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Listen up I got a story to tell... {"MONEY IN THE BANK"... DAMN! }
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[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
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This one's about Puerto Rican ruiz gold covering two teeth (uh-huh!)
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Unpredictable nigga - always in some new beef.
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At school he plans robberies on his loose leaf,
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Only 17 - with' the mind of a true theif. (yeah!) {NONE STOP! }
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Never had the patience required to make it
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So he takes it! - Flossin' with' the next man bracelet.
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Playin' the block wasted (uh-huh!)
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And nobody'll smoke with' 'em, cause 9 times outta 10; he laced it!
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Revolvers in his backpack
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Money blendin' in cause he half black, movin' through the hood like a lab rat.
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Never been a good student (no done!)
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Cause his whole wigs poluted, similar to the niggas he recruited.
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Like nappy head Chris - Pretty Ricky and Ronnie.
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Became best of friends, cause everyone of 'em grimey,
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Before they met, they all did they share of dirt, (dirt!)
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Now that they together situations only got worse.
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See brew? (uh-huh!) He the mastermind (uh-huh!) always got a mission (uh-huh!)
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But his trigger finger itchy, (uh-huh!) so the average nigga listen! (uh-huh!) {Whooooooo! }
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He said his neck glisten, cause he caught a nigga slippin' (uh-huh!) (yeah!)
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In the Benz with' a system with his lady friend kissin'; (uh-huh!) (*gunshot*)
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But now this niggas sittin - breakin' down chumps on top
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Of they textbooks - gettin' ready for they next jokes. (yeah!)
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And he a big timer.
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I know his girlfriend Rolanda! She live Uptown by Pearl's Diner. {G-UNIT! }
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The only thing left now is to find her
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And get in her vagina.
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And send Ricky,
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The bitch picky.
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Weeks passed with her is no quickies - and walkin' through the city; (uh-huh!)
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His eyes tattooed {GOD-... ! } on her titties. {DAMN! }
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They stopped for drinks, drinks led to the crib
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Crib led to the bed, bed led to a head.
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He popped the question, she said exactly where he stayed at
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Cause he cheated on her twice and this is a way of payback. {Whoooooo! }
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Now he on his way back, to Queens (wha'?)
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Weapon in his jeans, goin' over the directions to the cream.
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But while he was gone, Ronny and Chris got arrested, (yup!)
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Doing a side jynx nobody really expected. (yo!)
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Now shits gettin' hectic - a four man army
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Turned to 2 niggas - four arms and two triggers.
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But they ain't care, they can smell the money in the air; bust in the house,
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Loaded chrome stuffed in his mouth.
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Made him sit the fuck on the couch,
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Snuffin' him out!
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And ran to the back room,
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Punchin' holes through the bathroom.
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They found the stash (uh-huh) - ziplock bags
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Full of cash! Along side of some potent ass hash. {Whooooooo! }
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A week passed! - Brew actin' funny,
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Cause he ain't like the idea of another nigga with' money. - YEAH!
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[Outro:]
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DAMN!
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"MONEY IN THE BANK"... PART 1!
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IT'S NOT FAIR!
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LLOYD BANK$!
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NEXT ON LINE!
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SADA POP!
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Story To Tell
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| Lloyd Banks |
