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G-unit

Genres: Hip-Hop

Banks Workout Lyrics - G-unit

I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks 

But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks 

Nigga yous front you gon get shot down 

 

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit 

Nigga ain't nuttin' change you move I'll blow your brains 

 

These niggaz don't really want war 

They just walk around frontin' 

'Cause I walk around stuntin' 

Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for 

 

If you really want somethin' we can show up at your front door 

I know my history, my family tree done said master 

Fuck livin' positive, 'cause negativity spreads faster 

A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car 

 

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'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like Casper 

I'm smokin' out the jar jar scopin' out the bar 

Distracted see shorty breast pokin' out the bra 

Not the type to go spark metal in 

 

Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a park yellow van 

Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man 

Talk tough, till you get cuffed and start tellin' damn 

Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her 

 

It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it god damn 

You only gon wind up dead tryin' to prove shit 

I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick 

I gotta have bucks on the waist 

 

I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face 

Catch Banks in a truck full of bass 

Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space 

You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped 

 

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The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump 

I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew 

Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple 

I know you wanna pop me but but 

 

If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck 

Fuck, I really hold the rubber 

I send sparks at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba 

I'm aimin' for a video cover, huge tall bustas 

 

A pound and a philly hold the smuggler 

G Unit's what's up right now 

The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown 

You gotta come a little harder, nigga 

 

You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter 

You still gotta beg a hoe, hoe 

And you mad 'cause you blowin' on oregano 

You niggaz'll never blow 

 

Anyone to step in my ring is brave 

I don't know a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger weave 

Short stay leave her butt in the telly 

Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly 

 

I'm about to get this deal shorty know 

Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill 

I ain't loud around a snitch 

I don't crowd around a btich 

 

The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks 

I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick 

I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips 

Niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real 

 

I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill 

Gimme Barbie at her best 

Bacardi at the chest 

I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk 

 

Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press 

Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest 

My success got suckers salty, salty 

 

Blowin' steam like a cup of coffee 

Click POW get these fuckas off me 

 

I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks 

But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks 

Nigga yous front you gon get shot down 

 

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit 

Nigga ain't nuttin change 

You move I'll blow your brains 

 

Yea Lloyd Banks nigga what's up nigga? 

It's 50 nigga you fuckin' wit him right? 

I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you fuckin' wit him 

Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga 

 

What's up nigga? What the fuck 

I hear niggaz hollerin' that keep it real and all that nigga 

Nigga if you talkin' all that gangsta shit 

Nigga we get it poppin' nigga 

 

Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga 

I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon 

Nigga any where you see me nigga lets go 

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