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lloyd banks - g'z up lyrics

[chorus x2]
g’z up!, to every hood and every crew
u (you), supposed to have ya gun ’round you
n-i (and i), claim g-unit till die
got it down to a t (tee), ya’ll aint f-ckin with me

[verse]
whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was good for ya sight
must’ve never came across a rock this bright
i been hot since mike first put on a glitter glove and
slipped backwards on the stage, so give a n-gg- love
yeah, i’m popular, but don’t get it f-cked up
the uz’ll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, what’s up
with these wannabe lloyd banks’s, toy gangstas
we need to do a remix ’cause there’s some more w-nkstas
my street team strap mag’s on they waist
vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face
im a problem, lord can you find a way to save me
i can’t die, sh-t, i aint even have my baby
f-ck it’s all gravy, if i go, im cool
death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
i’m a g-unit soldier, ridin with my eyes low
funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
ya’ll know the kid got the game in a gyro
in other words, to choke, n-gg-, im no joke
how the f-ck you sell 4 million records and go broke
how the f-ck you take a trip to jamaica and don’t smoke
out in l.a., i know a couple damu’s and loc’s
my chain heavy, ’bout the weight of soap on a rope
leave ya girl around me to long, i’m pokin’ her throat
soon as she open her coat, bend her over and stroke

[chorus x2]

[verse]
in the town im from, the tattle-tells don’t rock like pro-keds
the lil n-gg-s ride they mopeds round the dope heads
gl-ss on the ballcourt, you can’t even cross-over
without poppin the ball, i’m not gonna fall
one year from now im in the pop ??
bulletproof gl-ss blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
im on tour, pocket of raw, knockin ya wh-r- (jea!)
you back home suckin’ ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
im gettin top dollar, these ain’t freebies
been in the game a year and got 2 “best of banks” cd’s
if they aint mine then i don’t give a f-ck about em
sh-t, r. kelly played with kids and n-gg-s still bought his alb-m
i learned patience ’cause it takes time
now my delivery is sicker than mcgrady on the baseline
none of the tec’s jus wait around
’cause i got a roster, that’ll bring a record label down
im a monster, i tear da whole track up
my closet bar’ll break on me if i throw another throwback up
im flyin back to miami, just to do a feature
’cause they throwin paper at me like a subst-tute teacher
im far away from the leechers, they can’t even reach us
im on the left coast gettin my d-ck sucked on the beaches
somebody hurlin up, everytime that i stunt
and every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, yea

[chorus x2]

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