Yeah, you got me, I'm up now It's your loss, it'd suck to be you History is like a cordon, no relay It keeps repeating itself and what else can I say
New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too
in your ways but I know how to change you Arrange you tell you things like your my angel There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't
Here's why I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini gloves out that a bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung
dont do it like that) I talk like a pimp but i walk like a Mack Keep fuckin with My nerves just use me to say [Verse- Lloyd Banks] Bitch back up
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
Yeah, uh, yeah I like the way that sound Now Check, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk From the
bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the money, the money The money, the money, the cake You heard Banks said
I'm back, nigga I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past
Yeah, ooh You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your
your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning My name is Banks
Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm
ring She take a picture with me on B E T She the new talk of the hood it's P C P One taste of the stick she hooked like fish Me banks and have got this
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take
know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill Uh, Banks
don't know what the Scriptures saying I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name Lloyd Banks
