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I hear a lotta talkin', must be mad at Banks
But there's one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks
Nigga, yous front, you gon get down
We to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll your brains

These niggaz don't want war
They just walk around 'cause I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the long pump is in the for?
If you really want we can show up at your front door

I know my history, my tree don't said 'Master'
Fuck livin' positive 'cause spreads faster
A has ta, bulletproof his car
'Cause big come flyin' through ya door like Casper

I'm out the jar, scopin' out the bar
Distracted, see shorty breast out the bra
Not the type to go spark in
Start thinkin' you gangsta you hit a park yellow van

Act but ya heart made a marshmallows, man
Talk tough 'til you get cuffed and start tellin'
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm wit her
It'll look like she dived first in the pool wit it

You only gon up dead tryin' to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a stick
I have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a South with fly stuck to his face

Catch in a truck full of bass
Remember I'm a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass
The only you can touch is on a gas pump

I got my own personal slave, she got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in purple
I know you wanna pop me but if I hit you
The exit wound gon be the of a hockey puck

Fuck, I hold the rubber
I sparks at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin' for a video cover, tall bustas
A and a philly hold the smuggler

G-Units, what's up right
The Gucci cloth is on a sign upside down
You gotta come a little harder,
You jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter

You gotta beg a hoe
And you mad 'cause you on oregano
You niggaz'll never blow, anyone to step in my is brave
I don't a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger weave

stay, leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and broccolis, peanut butter and
I'm about to get this shorty know
That's why she foamin' out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer

I ain't around a snitch
I don't crowd around a
The jumpsuit match wit the kicks
I been sick since was on Harlod Miner dick

I could call up a chick and put a child around her
can't stand the fact that I'm real
I kidnap the queen from the and put her back on the pill
Gimme at her best, Bacardi at the chest

I'm similar to the young Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta up, now I hardly got to press
Got two gun, and both lead to cardiac
My success got suckers salty blowin' like a cup of coffee
POW, get these fuckas off me

I hear a lotta talkin', niggaz must be mad at
But there's one problem, niggaz ain't as bad as Banks
Nigga yous front, you gon get down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now,
Nigga ain't nuttin' change, you move blow your brains

Yea, Banks, nigga, what's up, nigga?
50, nigga,you fuckin' wit him right?
I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I you fuckin' wit him
That's my baby there, that's my boy right there, my young nigga

up nigga, what the fuck?
I hear niggaz hollerin' that, it real and all that nigga
Nigga, if you talkin, all that gangsta
Nigga, we get it poppin',

up, nigga? Anytime, nigga
I don't give a if it's 4 in the afternoon, nigga
you see me, nigga, let's go