| Song | Work Magic - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Artist | Young Buck |
| Album | The Hunger For More |
| 作曲 : Brown, Lloyd, Shermer | |
| I'm gon' ride, | |
| I'm gon' ride | |
| They gon' ride! | |
| We all gon' ride! | |
| I've come from the heart of | |
| South Side | |
| Holdin' it down for my niggaz that died | |
| I gotta dizzy bird on my side | |
| Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired | |
| Baby that's right, stay off the payroll | |
| I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face | |
| With the same shit that peel the potatoes | |
| I thank the | |
| Lord for my blessings and | |
| I'm glad he gave us | |
| The willpower and the reflexes of | |
| Larry Davis | |
| You don't wanna see my block formin' | |
| That's a hundred and one dawgs | |
| And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em | |
| We're respected highly' | |
| Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body | |
| Me and money's like | |
| Whitney, next to | |
| BobbyIf I bring all my niggaz | |
| I need an extra lobby | |
| As soon as you ain't around | |
| JakeYou get your ass whipped for chips | |
| Now that's the real definition of poundcake | |
| I got the crown snake | |
| And you can tell when | |
| I'm shoppin'' | |
| Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake | |
| I got a car | |
| I only drive on | |
| ThursdaysI'm a stunner, | |
| Banks blows more cake than birthdays | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| You know how | |
| I gets down, this pound hold six rounds | |
| I told you | |
| I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now! | |
| You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when | |
| I spit rounds' | |
| Cause this ain't | |
| Beverly Hills, you in the | |
| Bricks now | |
| We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale | |
| You get your head cracked, then niggaz don't run and tell | |
| It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail | |
| We on that ' | |
| **** the police' shit, we're livin' in hell | |
| You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground | |
| These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around | |
| I never learned even after | |
| I took a couple shots | |
| I just got me some | |
| Band-Aids and bought a couple | |
| GlocksHad to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks | |
| Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops | |
| If it's beef then | |
| I'm ready to ride, just come to | |
| CashvilleYou can find me on the | |
| South Side, mother****er! | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Now I ain't from | |
| Michigan but | |
| I'm in the | |
| Fab FiveYou know | |
| Yayo and 50, | |
| Buck and Game, you know my ****in' name | |
| Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind | |
| Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came | |
| Yeah you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass | |
| Jazz and black his eyes like the | |
| R. Kelly mass | |
| You gotta blast me yo, 'cause the | |
| Louisville'll | |
| Have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio | |
| The young gunner with the raspy flow | |
| Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho | |
| My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's 'cause | |
| My grand pop dropped right after the ball | |
| Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that | |
| Bulletproof snorkel when you hot, they hawk you | |
| I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder | |
| The 3-5-7 tucker, mother****er! | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared | |
| I'm headed for the top and | |
| I'm almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Geah, haha, mother****er, | |
| I'm here, yeah | |
| Lloyd Banks, | |
| G-g-g, G-g-g, | |
| G-g-g, G-g-g, | |
| G-g-gG-Unit! | |
| Money by any means, nigga |
| zuò qǔ : Brown, Lloyd, Shermer | |
| I' m gon' ride, | |
| I' m gon' ride | |
| They gon' ride! | |
| We all gon' ride! | |
| I' ve come from the heart of | |
| South Side | |
| Holdin' it down for my niggaz that died | |
| I gotta dizzy bird on my side | |
| Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired | |
| Baby that' s right, stay off the payroll | |
| I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face | |
| With the same shit that peel the potatoes | |
| I thank the | |
| Lord for my blessings and | |
| I' m glad he gave us | |
| The willpower and the reflexes of | |
| Larry Davis | |
| You don' t wanna see my block formin' | |
| That' s a hundred and one dawgs | |
| And I don' t mean the ones with the spots on ' em | |
| We' re respected highly' | |
| Cause you ain' t gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body | |
| Me and money' s like | |
| Whitney, next to | |
| BobbyIf I bring all my niggaz | |
| I need an extra lobby | |
| As soon as you ain' t around | |
| JakeYou get your ass whipped for chips | |
| Now that' s the real definition of poundcake | |
| I got the crown snake | |
| And you can tell when | |
| I' m shoppin'' | |
| Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake | |
| I got a car | |
| I only drive on | |
| ThursdaysI' m a stunner, | |
| Banks blows more cake than birthdays | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| You know how | |
| I gets down, this pound hold six rounds | |
| I told you | |
| I' d be back bitch, talk that shit now! | |
| You hear that fo' fifth sound, duck when | |
| I spit rounds' | |
| Cause this ain' t | |
| Beverly Hills, you in the | |
| Bricks now | |
| We ain' t got shit down here but dope and guns for sale | |
| You get your head cracked, then niggaz don' t run and tell | |
| It' s like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail | |
| We on that ' | |
| the police' shit, we' re livin' in hell | |
| You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground | |
| These bullets burn, they hit whoever' s standin' around | |
| I never learned even after | |
| I took a couple shots | |
| I just got me some | |
| BandAids and bought a couple | |
| GlocksHad to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks | |
| Once they hear that 12 gauge, that' s when the trouble stops | |
| If it' s beef then | |
| I' m ready to ride, just come to | |
| CashvilleYou can find me on the | |
| South Side, mother er! | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Now I ain' t from | |
| Michigan but | |
| I' m in the | |
| Fab FiveYou know | |
| Yayo and 50, | |
| Buck and Game, you know my in' name | |
| Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind | |
| Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came | |
| Yeah you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass | |
| Jazz and black his eyes like the | |
| R. Kelly mass | |
| You gotta blast me yo, ' cause the | |
| Louisville' ll | |
| Have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio | |
| The young gunner with the raspy flow | |
| Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend' s a nasty ho | |
| My heart laugh and it' s small, maybe it' s ' cause | |
| My grand pop dropped right after the ball | |
| Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that | |
| Bulletproof snorkel when you hot, they hawk you | |
| I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder | |
| The 357 tucker, mother er! | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Looka here, ain' t nobody ' round here scared | |
| I' m headed for the top and | |
| I' m almost there | |
| Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here | |
| I work magic and make you niggaz disappear | |
| Geah, haha, mother er, | |
| I' m here, yeah | |
| Lloyd Banks, | |
| Ggg, Ggg, | |
| Ggg, Ggg, | |
| GggGUnit! | |
| Money by any means, nigga |