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lloyd banks - air your ass out lyrics

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
we in the ’64, air h-rn blowing at my enemies
bulletproof cap, i ain’t going out like kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in tennessee
i’m getting so much head it’s drawing out my energy
i’m touring now, i need enough weed to p-ss around
somewhere around a half a pound of that manhattan brown
b-tch, i’m gonna sell records, i got a platinum sound
ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around
nah, we ain’t got no manners
and as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas
acknowledge whenever we round
and as far as bouncing back i’m like ben wallace on the rebound
you still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown
you might lose your d-ck, it’s all kind of disease now
they ain’t og’s, they grumpy, old men
riding ’round in a chunky old benz, n-gga, those ends
i’m not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends
i turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
n-ggas’ll start fighting by the end of the show
i got 30 n-ggas on stage and 10 in the row, ya know

[verse 2: 50 cent]
get ya gun, we gon’ come for you, we’ll lay ya -ss out
the sh-lls hit you knees, split ya, there’s blood all on your couch
didn’t think n-ggas would really run up in your house
hog tying ya m-th-rf-cking kids and ya spouse
b-tch, give us the m-th-rf-cking money and we out
this 45th sh-ll’ll tear a f-cking hole in ya blouse
waiting for me to have a change of heart, you -ssed out
k!ll every motherf-cker up in this b-tch and stamp out
n-gga, this is pressure, punks respect pressure
catch ya stunting in something i want and i’ll get ya
go ‘head ride through ya strip in your benz on chrome
see if i won’t run up in your motherf-cking home
they say money make the world go ’round
i’ve seen my knife work, i turn a clown smile to a frown
squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the trey pound
i’m a g-unit gorilla, n-ggas know how i get down

- lloyd banks lyrics

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