want to see a brother gun blow Get at me the kid with the numba one flow If it's more than one hoe sit back and blow me And argue over my balls like
(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
album I don't fuck with The Source But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche Tell
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind, It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust, First it
it I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get 'em Banks [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The way things
Unstoppable Incredible Impeccable It's it's the unit Woo woo u know how we do it Woo woo I make u dance to it Woo woo throw up your hands to it Go ahead
the truth's on, face it, taste it Hunt it to the head, make him retract statements My next move, probably increase your hatred Take it how you take it
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
round here, you'll get bodied down here! {LLOYD BANK$! } Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line All my niggas gotta eat - and it's dinnertime
cop a tape off me I do my thing with the flows, do my thing with the hos And my nigga Bay Lloyd keep a fresh pair of both When it's time to rock raps
don 't know me Nah I ain't your homie If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley my Rolly My Magnum my forty South Jamaica
