(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
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[Chorus- Banks]
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G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
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[50 Cent-between Banks]
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G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
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[50 Cent]
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I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
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[Lloyd Banks]
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Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
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See every now and then I smile just not today
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In my hood they let the choppers spray
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Somebody probably got shot today
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I named em pop when niggas surfboard
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You aint stoppin me dawg
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Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
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You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
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You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
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I got tattoos as well as lead marks
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To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
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My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
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Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
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Beef, you a target
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Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
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Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
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I aint a peoples person
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I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
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Even though I got the shit in the stores
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I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes
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Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
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Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
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Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
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I'm blowin on damn haze
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All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
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If you aint up on thangs
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Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
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Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
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I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
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Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
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I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
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Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me
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Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
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You only spend time at the mall
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On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
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[Chorus- Banks]
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G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
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[50 Cent-between Banks]
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G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
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That's what's up
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[50 Cent]
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Keep thinkin I'm candy
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Aint nuttin sweet about me
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Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
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Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
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Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
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I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
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They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
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You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
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Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
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I got a ruger on my hip
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You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
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You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
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12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
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Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
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Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
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Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
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[Chorus- Banks]
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G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat]
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[50 Cent-between Banks]
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G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x]
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[Tony Yayo]
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Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
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When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
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And even though the kid rappin
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I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
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My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
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Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
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Don't get moved on
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Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
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Then breeze through ya projects
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When the coke come back
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It's the China White
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And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
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Let's ride O T
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And burn the tape
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I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
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Since Yayo be a fearless man
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I donate my heart to them niggas that ran
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And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous
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They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
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I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
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I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
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You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
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I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
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Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas
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Prepare for class
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Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
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| Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt w |
