want to see a brother gun blow Get at me the kid with the numba one flow If it's more than one hoe sit back and blow me And argue over my balls like
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
hear you go believe it point out the times you've seen it you stabbed me should linked it revenge is mine, i need it, need a way out it's my f-cking
I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust First it
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
with the raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's 'cause My grand pop dropped right after the ball Banks
[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
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
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
it me I call it amnesia Live my life principal driven never bite to have that feature Never mind all the haters fuck 'em all let them die slow All I need is my
I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell 'em
[Chorus] My blood rushin off 151 proof high speed blowing weed out the sunroof my car got navigation if u want too later I can come thru, and break it
that I dont agree with and it aint a secret everybody know you puss nigga you aint a gangsta you a wuss what makes ya feel comfortable enough to call my
as i climb thro it. My lifes a struggle And my minds music. My motto aint no mystery, You topping mine, prove it. Hope i dont lose it, That'll mean mama
