50/banks Lyrics - G-unit

[Intro - 50 Cent talking] 

Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo 

[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] 

Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready 

I don't know 

If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already 

Now here we go 

(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) 

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman) 

(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) 

(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman) 

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[50 Cent - Verse 1] 

50, lefty, no gun in my right palm 

Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO) 

These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) 

Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off 

You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh) 

Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots 

We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds 

Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) 

Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don 

I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn) 

I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you 

And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you 

You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up 

You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up 

Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out 

But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out 

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[50 Cent - Chorus 2] 

My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy 

I don't know 

If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already 

Now here we go 

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] 

(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my spot 

I'll celebrate his burial and eat at Haha (yeah) 

I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo) 

Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh) 

I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front 

Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk 

Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then 

Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King 

(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled) 

I'm runnin' from a digital Munster 

I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster 

My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long 

My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!) 

I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop 

Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop 

I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top 

Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop 

Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock 

I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop 

Damn near the whole damn passenger green 

Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking) 

Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah) 

I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team 

To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers 

The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude) 

(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*] 

*beat stops 

[Lloyd Banks] 

What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man? 

(50 Cent laughing)