pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts colder
Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, i don't give a fuck Wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape My heart's colder than upstate So i ain'
draft pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts
Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, i don't give a fuck Wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape My heart's colder than upstate So i ain
mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level
put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Lloyd Banks] You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks the
its government cheese Spray on Suzukis [50 Cent:] Yeah yeah Funk Flex Keep playin' with 'em [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] If half my
: (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire
touch Deck, I doubt that "Pump It Up" was wack, you swagger jacked "Scenario" All that other trash, couldn't last in my stereo Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks
don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica
mood as I am but you don't so you just feel like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last time you're actions got me hot as my last rhyme you're
'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind
give my heart Do anything that's what I do Just so that she would be mine I'll give her all my time Every part of me my mind Soul and my body wassup
my heart, do anything, it's what I'll do Just so that she would be mine, I give her all my time Every part of me my mind, soul an' my body, what's up
disappear Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name Whether the truck or train, my mind
[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a
Bentleys and Dre push Diablos That Eminem money got cash in my eskro Screws Mcduck say swimmin' in my cash flow Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow Best flow Banks
