G-Unit - Banks workout part II • correction
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refrain:
nobody get hurt and nobody don't move just give it up smooth G unit
Motherfucker you move, I'll flash my 2 and blast my 2 G unit
Nigga, you don't know me and I don't know you, you think you know my crew G unit
I Been problem since the old days pimps and gold caps
now I'm in oj simpson throwbacks
ya'll was wondering where my ass been
probally vacationing on south beach getting head like ass
breathing through gas I can let the tech pound ur ego
lock you in the closet with the westnile mosquito
the press crowd the people especially celebritys I'm heavily shitting on any tom dick or Gregory
nigga you better be strapping
they want you dead if you rapping
I'm trying to cave your head and your back in
I'm getting bread and relaxing
and attraction a fan base of females wit emails and letters to fax in
in vegas with a toaster n a blunt
and the hotel I checked in got a roller coaster in the front
hollering poster when I stunt the sammy sosa of the month
better yet the hoe teas and nigga I'm still breathing even though my dollars are green
I rap for the kids thats to poor to waste eggs on Halloween
I'm gettin swallow clean
my habits are good collectin all the carrots I could
slidin from the stash box to conceal extortion
and a good silencer to make it sound like the wheel of fortune
all this careless talkin cause I'm travelin and flossin
havin a good time and you havin a abortion
you sucker for love gettin married and divorced than
you cant even afford the batteries for ur walkman
man I'm out the hood burnin cali weed on slauson when set trip can turn to tragedys and coffins, look
I mean what I'm sayin you schemin I'm sprayin ur team isnt playin
on the sofa screamin and and prayin sayin
gunit niggas be rollin crazy holdin 80s older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold mercedes
since 50 hooked up with shady
now they tryin to brook up to pay me
if you think I'm sugar you crazy baby
the boy strapped two ninas
smokin out a bag big enough to fit in vacuum cleaners
I wear a glove when I blaze a fatty,
I aint ur baby daddy, you flippin
now he tryin to grab me out that navy caddie, I aint ur avy,
poppa was a rollin stone,
stockin up the hona home,
pocket full of loaded chrome,
drop n get a hold a dome,
I know ur motive homes,
you mad cause I'm fuckin half ur motorolla phone,
I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words, alota,
niggas is hatin on what I deserve I'm hotta,
front if you want end up on the curb in your prada,
and your mans running ambulance come,
another day another dollar on the low from the impala
I can have a six some in my shower, mother fucka!
nobody get hurt and nobody don't move, just give it up smooth G unit
motherfucker you move, I'll flash my 2 and blast my 2 G unit
nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you, you think you know my crew G unit
I'll send a nigga that you thought you knew to come through and put a hole in you G unit
Lloyd Banks, haha, 50 Cent
I ain't even got a one card
look at these niggas, hahaha
yo, fuck you gonna do now nigga
you have had the same niggas in the background for a long time
think they gangstas for going back and forth to jail
well, jump on a??? don't count nigga, haha