50 Cent - Banks Workout Lyrics
[50 cent]I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at banksBut there only one problem niggaz aint as bad as banksNigga yous front you gon get shot downWe fend to pump crack at cho spot now, g-unitNigga aint nuttin changeYou move Ill blow your brains[lloyd banks + (50 cent in caps)]These niggaz dont really want war (nah)They just walk around frontinCause I walk around stuntinWhy you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)If you really want somethin we can show up at your front doorI know my history, my family tree done said master (uh-huh)***** livin positive, cause negativity spreads fasterA celebrity has ta, bulletproof his carCause big hits come flyin through ya door like casper (woo)Im smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the barDistracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)Not the type to go spark metal inStart thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows manTalk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damnEveryday I got a new ***** and when Im done wit herItll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (God damn)You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shitI put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)I gotta have bucks on the waistIm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( waa)Catch banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)Remember Im a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta spaceYou could either get bucked or get ya ass jumpedThe only tigger you touch is on a gas pumpI got my own personal slave she really got a curfewCook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (uh-huh uh-huh)I know you wanna pop me but (but)If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (ahh)*****, I really hold the rubberI send +sparks+ at you and I dont mean emilio or bubbaIm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustasA pound and a philly hold the smugglerG=units whats up right nowThe gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedownYou gotta come a little harder, niggaYou wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter(ha ha ha)You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)And you mad cause you blowin on oreganoYou niggazll never blowAnyone to step in my ring is braveI dont know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (err)Short stay leave her butt in the tellyLace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jellyIm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty knowThats why she foamin out the grill like a alka-seltzer pillI aint loud around a snitch (nah)I dont crowd around a btich (nah)The jumpsuit match wit the carolina kicksI been sick since niggaz was on harlod miner dickI could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (woo)Niggaz cant stand the fact that Im realI kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the pillGimme barbie at her best (uh-huh)Bacardi at the chest (uh-huh)Im similar to the young marcus darvy at the deskUseta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta pressGot two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrestMy success got suckers salty (salty)Blowin steam like a cup of coffeeClick pow get these *****as off me[50 cent]I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at banksBut there only one problem niggaz aint as bad as banksNigga yous front you gon get shot downWe fend to pump crack at cho spot now, g-unitNigga aint nuttin changeYou move Ill blow your brainsYeaLloyd banks niggaWhats up nigga?Its 50 niggaYou *****in wit him right?I know you *****in wit him cause I said you *****in wit himThats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young niggaWhats up nigga?What the *****I hear niggaz hollerin that keep it real and all that niggaNigga if you talkin all that gangsta shitNigga we get it poppin niggaWhats up nigga?Anytime nigga I dont give a ***** if its 4 in the afternoon niggaAny where you see me niggaLets go
