|
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride,
(yeah)
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
holdin' it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yeah)
Lloyd Banks
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrappin' the skin off the ya face
With the same shit they peal a potato
I thank the lord for my blessings
And I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin'
That's a 101 doggs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em were respected highly
'Cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You getcha ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when I'm shoppin'
'Cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake then birthdays
Chorus: repeat 2X
Lloyd Banks
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah, this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas dissappear
Young Buck
You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that fo fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'Cause this ain't beverly hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get yo head cracked and niggas don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack get caught, head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We livin' in hell
You betta guard yo grill homey
And stand yo ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoevers standin' around
I never learn even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Chorus 2X
Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothafucka)
Chorus 2X
Lloyd Banks
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game
You know my fuckin' name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'Cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckas came
Yeah, ain't talkin' shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask
You gotta blast me yo
'Cause the Louisville will have yo head lookin' like the top of
a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriends a nasty hoe
My heart laughin' a small
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out
Bulletproof this
Bulletproof that
Bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulda
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Mothafucka
Chorus 2X
Yeah
Muthafucka
I'm here.. yeah
Lloyd Banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means...nigga
|
