Work Magic Lyrics - The Hunger For More - Lloyd Banks

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride 

They gon' ride! We all gon' ride! 

I've come from the heart of South Side 

Holdin' it down for my niggaz that died 

I gotta dizzy bird on my side 

Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired 

Baby that's right, stay off the payroll 

I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face 

With the same shit that peel the potatoes 

I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us 

The willpower and the reflexes of Larry Davis 

You don't wanna see my block formin' 

That's a hundred and one dawgs 

And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em 

We're respected highly 

'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body 

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Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby 

If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby 

As soon as you ain't around Jake 

You get your ass whipped for chips 

Now that's the real definition of poundcake 

I got the crown snake 

And you can tell when I'm shoppin' 

'Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake 

I got a car I only drive on Thursdays 

I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

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You know how I gets down, this pound hold six rounds 

I told you I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now! 

You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds 

'Cause this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now 

We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale 

You get your head cracked, then niggaz don't run and tell 

It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail 

We on that 'Fuck the police' shit, we're livin' in hell 

You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground 

These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around 

I never learned even after I took a couple shots 

I just got me some Band-Aids and bought a couple Glocks 

Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks 

Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops 

If it's beef then I'm ready to ride, just come to Cashville 

You can find me on the South Side, motherfucker! 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five 

You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name 

Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind 

Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came 

Yeah you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass 

Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass 

You gotta blast me yo, 'cause the Louisville'll 

Have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio 

The young gunner with the raspy flow 

Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho 

My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's 'cause 

My grand pop dropped right after the ball 

Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that 

Bulletproof snorkel when you hot, they hawk you 

I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder 

The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker! 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared 

I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there 

Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here 

I work magic and make you niggaz disappear 

Geah, haha, motherfucker, I'm here, yeah 

Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g 

G-Unit! Money by any means, nigga