Banks Workout Lyrics

f/ Lloyd Banks (G-Unit) [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit You move I'll blow your brains Nigga ain't nuttin change [Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS) These niggaz don't really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh) f**k livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) I gotta have bucks on the waist Catch Banks in a truck full of ba*s (uh-huh) Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya a*s jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook 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) f**k, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G=Unit's whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, nigga You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You niggaz'll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her butt in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a snitch (nah) I don't crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner d**k I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH) I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest Blowin steam like a cup of coffee My success got s*ckers salty (salty) Click POW get these f**kas off me [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga ain't nuttin change You move I'll blow your brains Yea Lloyd Banks nigga Whats up nigga? It's 50 nigga You f**kin wit him right? I know you f**kin wit him cause I said you f**kin wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga Whats up nigga? What the f**k Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit Nigga we get it poppin nigga I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga I don't give a f**k if it's 4 in the afternoon nigga Any where you see me nigga Lets go

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