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g unit - 50/banks lyrics

[intro – 50 cent talking]
uh, yeah, g-unit, uh, yeah 50 cent, uh, yo

[chorus 1 – 50 cent, imitating timbaland]
timbaland sounds so good, but i might not be ready
i don’t know
if i spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done b-mped already
now here we go

(-harmonizing over the beat – doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (pee wee herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(n-gg-z look down to pee wee herman)

[50 cent – verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
bronx n-gg-z love me, like they think our mics on (woo)
these rap n-gg-z not like me, they too soft (yeah)
get shot down, i get up, shakin’ sh-t off
you know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
real n-gg-z sn-tch glocks, and run up in spots
we can talk trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
or gangsta sh-t, my rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)
danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the don
i conquer like genghis kahn, i said song in this song (god d-mn)
i won’t hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
and watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
you don’t want to b-mp heads with me, and get hit up
you, you ain’t got what it takes to f-ckin’ get up
holla n-gg-z names on records, that sh-t is played out
but holla mine in your next line, and get layed out

[50 cent – chorus 2]
my jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
i don’t know
if i should stunt for these hos again, cause i did that already
now here we go

[lloyd banks – verse 2]
(lloyd banks) i don’t give a f-ck if your favorite rapper dies, to me that’s my spot
i’ll celebrate his burial and eat at haha (yeah)
i’ve been hungry since a little n-gg- weed in my high top (woo)
face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
i had the black delta force, blue in the front
back when jordan was flyin’, and ewing could dunk
of course, you can f-ck now, you was buyin’ the shrimp then
me on the other hand, don bishop and pimp king
(-harmonizing of “doo, doo” plays in backgroud until g-unit is yelled)
i’m runnin’ from a digital munster
i do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
my name is poppin’, and i ain’t been at it long
my neck’s 16, and made flex drop a benz latin bomb (g-unit!)
i’m the best thing to happen to hip hop
since (uh huh) “life after death” and that tupac sh-t drop
i’m even good to a white boy with a slick top
stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
who? where?, master p says our watch don’t tick tock
i’m cleanin’ out my 6 shot, watchin’ the knicks flop
d-mn near the whole d-mn p-ssenger green
that’s how my bedroom, look like the world trade after the scene (smoking)
breaking news, hijack, bus p-ssenger scream (yeah)
i’m your worst nightmare, i crush half of your team
to me your line up is p-ssy, three wet pampers
the uzi will have you shakin’ like them g-dep dancers (d-mn dude)

(-50 cent – harmonizing “doo,doo,doo”-]

-beat stops

[lloyd banks]
what the f-ck happen to the rest of the beat man?

(50 cent laughing)

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