Текст песни Lloyd Banks feat 50 Cent - Banks Workout

[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin' n*ggas must be mad at Banks
But there only one problem n*ggas ain't as bad as Banks
N*gga you's a front you gon' get shot down
We fend to pump crack at yo spot now, G-Unit
N*gga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
These n*ggas don't really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin'
Cause I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin' we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
F*ck livin' positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like Casper (Woo)
I'm smokin' out the jar (jar) scopin' out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin' out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin' you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmallows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin' damn
Everyday I got a new b*tch 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 (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a South African with fly stuck to his face(Waa)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I'm a bachelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only trigger 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 (Uh-huh uh-huh)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon' be the size of a hockey puck (Ahh)
F*ck, 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, n*gga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter (Ha ha ha)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin' on oregano
You n*ggas'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 (Err)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and broccoli peanut butter and jelly
I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
That's why she foamin' out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain't loud around a snitch (nah)
I don't crowd around a b*tch (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since n*ggas was on Harold Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (Woo)
N*ggas 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 (Uh-huh)
Bacardi at the chest(Uh-huh)
I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Used to have to push up, now I hardly got to 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 f*ckas off me

[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin' n*ggas must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem n*ggas ain't as bad as Banks
N*gga you's a front you gon' get shot down
We fend to pump crack at yo spot now, G-Unit
N*gga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains

Yea
Lloyd Banks n*gga
Whats up n*gga?
It's 50 n*gga
You f*ckin' wit' him right?
I know you f*ckin' wit' him cause I said you f*ckin' wit him
That's my baby right there that's my boy right there my young n*gga
What's up n*gga?
What the f*ck
I hear n*ggas hollerin' that "keep it real" and all that n*gga
N*gga if you talkin' all that gangsta shit
N*gga we get it poppin' n*gga
What's up n*gga?
Anytime n*gga I don't give a f*ck if it's 4 in the afternoon n*gga
Anywhere you see me n*gga
Let's go