draft pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts
Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, i don't give a fuck Wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape My heart's colder than upstate So i ain
pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts colder
Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, i don't give a fuck Wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape My heart's colder than upstate So i ain'
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire
car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga [Lloyd Banks] You can't roll wit me i'm Lloyd Banks
its government cheese Spray on Suzukis [50 Cent:] Yeah yeah Funk Flex Keep playin' with 'em [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] If half my
mind don't come get'em make em rime Take a look at my design my luis fittin fine My jewelry might blind I'm a walking white line U can't get on my level
rap, touch Deck, I doubt that "Pump It Up" was wack, you swagger jacked "Scenario" All that other trash, couldn't last in my stereo Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks
give my heart to any thing Thats what I do, just so that she would be mine, I give her all my time, every part of me My mind, soul, my body wassup [
(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent) [Lloyd Banks] Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. [Lloyd Banks Chorus] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire
for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man [Lloyd Banks] Yall done fucked up now Yee! Yeeeeee! [Tony Yayo] Here We go [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really
[VERSE 1] (uh huh) I keep my hip on pound Cause chickens hectic in my town Drag my family with me cause that?s how real niggas get down (gea) If it
[Lloyd Banks] So you say you a gangsta, riiight Are you really a rider, yeeaa You dont take shit from no one, nooo And got ya mind on ya muthafuckin
and a half keyhole Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilo's Three-notes got my p's q's in my jeans G-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero Four five
