block Its like crack to an addict It aint to hard for me to grab it Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block [Banks] Uh man
(feat. 50 Cent) [Lloyd Banks] I need the cake nigga G-Unit dont play we rap but we strapped Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack Spida got the
get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop A product of everything that made the apple rott This apple
(feat. Mobb Deep) [Banks] Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga) [Prodigy] Front
(feat. Keri Hilson) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo Enough
(feat. 8Ball, Scarface & Young Buck) [Lloyd Banks] YEAH! Uhh, I'm back Uhh, haha Uhh, oooooooh [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Yeah yeah, they know me 'round
[Lloyd Banks Intro] Uh... G-Yeah... I'm back... [Chorus] I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules But i can make you move About a quarter
a player with a league pass, ma i get the games whether i hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!) Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga
to get it [Verse Banks] Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver Keep lloyd
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks] Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care
[Intro] Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang) Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine) All the day all the time
[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
[Lloyd Banks Intro] Whooooooooooooo..... [Chorus] Uh.. Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup i'm all might
(feat. 50 Cent) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty
Dollar Bill You know the deal, It's all about a Dollar Bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh, Banks is back
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo You niggas know what time it is Its time for that gangsta shit [Chorus] We aint got shit to live for Your either headed for
in your ways but I know how to change you Arrange you tell you things like your my angel There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
