feat. Young Buck
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I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)
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I come from the heart of southside (yea)
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Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)
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I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)
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Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
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Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)
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I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)
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You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
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Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em
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Were respected highly
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'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
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Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
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If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)
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As soon as you aint around jake (jake)
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You getcha ass whipped for chips
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Now thats the real definition of poundcake
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I got the crownsnake
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And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake
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I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)
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Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays
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[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
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Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
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I'm headin for the top and im almost there
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Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
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Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
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Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared
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I'm headin for the top and im almost there
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Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
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Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
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[Verse 2: Young Buck]
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You know how i gets down
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This pound hold six rounds
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I told you i'd be back bitch
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Talk that shit now
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You hear that fo fif [.45] sound
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Duck when i spit rounds
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'cause this aint beverly hills
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You in the bricks now
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We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
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You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell
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Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
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We on that fuck the police shit
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We livin in hell
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You betta guard yo grill homey
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And stand yo ground
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These bullets burn
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They hit whoevers standin around
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I never learn even after i took a couple shots
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I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
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Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
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Once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)
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If its beef then im ready to ride
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Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothafucka)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
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Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5
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You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin name
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Whether the truck or train
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My minds stuck on the grind
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'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came
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Yeahh aint talkin shit
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But we can all tell he ass
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Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
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You gotta blast me yo (yo)
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'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio
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The young gunner with a raspy flow
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Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe
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My heart laughin a small
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Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
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Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you
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I got the hood on my shoulda
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Chain big as a boulder
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The 357 tucka
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Mothafucka
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[Chorus]
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Yeeuhh [laughs]
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Muthafucka
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Im here.. yeeuh
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Lloyd banks
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G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
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Money by any means...nigga
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Work Magic (Featuring Young Buck)
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Lloyd Banks |