50 cent - banks workout lyrics
i hear a lotta talkin’, n-gg-z must be mad at banks
but there’s only one problem, n-gg-z ain’t as bad as banks
n-gg-, yous front, you gon get shot down
we fend to pump crack at cho spot now, g-unit
n-gg-, ain’t nuttin’ change, you move i’ll blow your brains
these n-gg-z don’t really want war
they just walk around frontin’ ’cause i walk around stuntin’
why you think the long pump is in the trunk for?
if you really want somethin’ we can show up at your front door
i know my history, my family tree don’t said ‘master’
f-ck livin’ positive ’cause negativity spreads faster
a celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
’cause big hits come flyin’ through ya door like casper
i’m smokin’ out the jar, scopin’ out the bar
distracted, see shorty breast pokin’ out the bra
not the type to go spark metal in
start thinkin’ you gangsta ’cause you hit a park yellow van
act hard but ya heart made a marshmallows, man
talk tough ’til you get cuffed and start tellin’ d-mn
everyday i got a new b-tch and when i’m done wit her
it’ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it
you only gon wind up dead tryin’ to prove sh-t
i put chalk around ya head like a pool stick
i gotta have bucks on the waist
i’m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face
catch banks in a truck full of b-ss
remember i’m a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta sp-ce
you could either get bucked or get ya -ss jumped
the only trigger you can 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
i know you wanna pop me but if i hit you first
the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck
f-ck, 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-units, what’s up right now?
the gucci cloth is on a newport sign upside down
you gotta come a little harder, n-gg-
you wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter
you still gotta beg a hoe
and you mad ’cause you blowin’ on oregano
you n-gg-z’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
short stay, leave her b-tt in the telly
lace up the beef and broccolis, peanut b-tter and jelly
i’m about to get this deal shorty know
that’s why she foamin’ out the grill like a alka-seltzer pill
i ain’t loud around a snitch
i don’t crowd around a b-tch
the jumpsuit match wit the carolina kicks
i been sick since n-gg-z was on harlod miner d-ck
i could call up a chick and put a child around her lips
n-gg-z can’t stand the fact that i’m real
i kidnap the queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
gimme barbie at her best, bacardi at the chest
i’m similar to the young marcus darvy at the desk
useta have ta push up, now i hardly got to press
got two gun, and both lead to cardiac arrest
my success got suckers salty blowin’ steam like a cup of coffee
click pow, get these f-ckas off me
i hear a lotta talkin’, n-gg-z must be mad at banks
but there’s only one problem, n-gg-z ain’t as bad as banks
n-gg- yous front, you gon get shot down
we fend to pump crack at cho spot now, g-unit
n-gg- ain’t nuttin’ change, you move i’ll blow your brains
yea, lloyd banks, n-gg-, what’s up, n-gg-?
it’s 50, n-gg-, you f-ckin’ wit him right?
i know you f-ckin’ wit him ’cause i said you f-ckin’ wit him
that’s my baby right there, that’s my boy right there, my young n-gg-
what’s up n-gg-, what the f-ck?
i hear n-gg-z hollerin’ that, keep it real and all that n-gg-
n-gg-, if you talkin, all that gangsta sh-t
n-gg-, we get it poppin’, n-gg-
what’s up, n-gg-? anytime, n-gg-
i don’t give a f-ck if it’s 4 in the afternoon, n-gg-
anywhere you see me, n-gg-, let’s go
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