money, your house and nothing's ever the same So don't bank-bank on a bank Don't bank on a bank Don't bank-bank on a bank To rip you off and give you
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo I'm 2 Low, that funky little brother, yo Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing on
you think you do We can set up a head up and I bank ya boo Don't underestimate, a lot of suckers player-hate they know about the big D-O-double, Warren
you'd rather rush to get a sack So ain't no straight foolin' with the black ass K Clownin' while you frown, ain't the truth gettin' you down? Why don't
goin to jail, and if I do, I don't give a fuck Sneakin up on ya like a thief in the night Never givin a fuck about a sucker, I ain't the soft type So
[D-Loc] Call it what you want, and if you don't you better drop D-Loc and Richie Rich is finna pop Straight to the t-o-p, it's the L-o-c And Dubble-
the toster, poppin off, I brouch you On that bullshit, I flip quick! - Let off of a full clip. It's the no one, when they saw 'em. [gunshot] - I don't give a
d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate
to the bank to make the deposit Keep food on the table and gear in the closet Takin off on a flight of the sparrow If this were Egypt you'd look upon
like a muhfuckin castro Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] One thing about me I don't play about mine I be bangin on your
like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll [Chorus: T-Pain] I'll tell ya one thang don't play about mine I be bangin on your
; we each had a role We'd over-rehearsed it; we had full control They can't teach you acting, it's there in your soul It's the same with a bank job, and
than the vice, sanctified for life [Hook: B.B. Jay] Don't be mad 'cuz I'm fat like that Don't be mad 'cuz I'm blessed like that Don't be mad 'cuz yo'
dis you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed, cause no one
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don't be a victim you get that ass killed Crabs don't get caught slippin' Don't stop won't stop Eastside Swans, head to tip to top, Blood Can't stop
that Slob's brain Make a Slob break out in a sweat Cause I'm a Kelly gangsta A-K-A a walkin' threat B.G. niggas do it the most, I got my A-K Ready and
was end We on mission - shit This is a hard test We takin' no flees, no burgers on ass ain't no joke This shit for real so don't be hard You not a Slob