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(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent) |
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(Lloyd Banks) |
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Uh.. |
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(Lloyd Banks Chorus) |
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You already know, my mind is on my dough |
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe |
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door |
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro |
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know |
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll |
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door |
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) |
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(Lloyd Banks Verse) |
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I move like there's popo behind me |
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Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey |
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44 beside me, hoes know where to find me |
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Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the *******t honey (whoo) |
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Hood ***** with that rubberband brick money |
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If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy |
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Yeah *****, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us |
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Your on something, *****, their liquor, scared *****, here trigger |
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Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn |
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It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) |
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Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' *****z dig me (whooo) |
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I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever |
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Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever |
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I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater |
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If your ******* give me a sign, i'ma get her |
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(Lloyd Banks Chorus) |
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You already know, my mind is on my dough |
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe |
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door |
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro |
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know |
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll |
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door |
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) |
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(50 Cent:) |
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There's always folks, moving around with the toasters |
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Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us |
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We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers |
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Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures |
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My clique be the coldest, baddest ******* they know us |
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After the show they blow us and do all types of *******t for us |
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Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be |
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*****z know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys |
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We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey |
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Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese |
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We get the paper then breeze, ***** we overseas |
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You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good |
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Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore |
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Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex |
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Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though |
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You lookin' for a drink *******, I ain't what you lookin' for |
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(Lloyd Banks Chorus) |
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You already know, my mind is on my dough |
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe |
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door |
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro |
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know |
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll |
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door |
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) |
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(Young Buck:) |
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I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me |
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Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies |
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Watch I hit me a lick, and go get me a brick |
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I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this *******t |
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Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' |
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And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block |
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Till' the sun drop, I dont have a home |
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I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone |
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Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels |
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Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo |
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About to stomp me a *******, put the pump to his lip |
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Tell him talk that *******t nowww, y'all wanna trip |
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I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West |
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Jus' a dirty lil' ***** with a glock and a vest |
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Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do ***** |
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(Lloyd Banks Chorus) |
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You already know, my mind is on my dough |
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe |
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door |
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro |
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know |
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll |
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door |
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) |