Текст песни Lloyd Banks feat 50 Cent - Banks Workout Pt. 2

[50 Cent]
50 Cent; Lloyd Banks!

[Intro]
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-Unit!)
Motherf*cker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my tool (G-Unit!)
N*gga you don't know me, and I don't know you
You think you know my crew (G-Unit!)

[Lloyd Banks]
I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps
Now I'm in O.J. Simpson throwbacks
Y'all was wonderin' where my ass been
Probably vacationing on South Beach gettin' head like an aspirin
If you gassed, I can let the tec pound your ego
Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito
The press crowd in people, especially celebrities
I'm heavily shittin' on any Tom Dick or Gregory
N*gga you better be strappin'; they want you dead if you rappin'
I'm tryin' to cave your head and you're back in
I'm gettin' bread and relaxin', and attractin' a fan base
Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in
In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt
And the hotel I'm checked in, got a roller coaster in the front
I'ma post 'em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month
Better yet the whole season, n*gga I'm still breathin'
Even though my dollars are green
I rap for the kids that's too poor to waste eggs on Halloween
I'm gettin' swallowed clean, my habits are good
Collectin' all the karats I could
Slidin' from a stash spot to conceal the torture
And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune
All this careless talkin', cause I'm travelin' and flossin'
Havin' a good time, and you havin' a abortion
You sucker for love, gettin' married and divorced then
Can't even afford the batteries for your Walkman
I'm out the hood, burnin' Cali weed on Slauson
Where set trippin' turn to tragedies and coffins
Look, I mean what I'm sayin', you schemin' I'm sprayin'
Your team end up layin', on the sofa screamin' and prayin'
Sayin', G-Unit n*ggas be rollin crazy, holdin' 80's
Older ladies starin' cause they starin' in that gold Mercedes
Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin' to book up and pay me
If you think I'm shook up you crazy, baby
The boy strapped two ninas
Smokin' out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners
I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I ain't your baby daddy
She flippin', now he tryin' to grab me out the navy Caddy
I ain't your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone
Stockin' up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome
Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes
You mad, cause I'm f*ckin' half your Motorola phone
I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words
A lot of, n*ggas is hatin' on what I deserve I'm hotter
Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada
And your mans runnin', ambulance comin'
Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala
I can have a six still in my shower, motherf*cker!

[Outro]
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-Unit!)
Motherf*cker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my tool (G-Unit!)
N*gga you don't know me, and I don't know you
You think you know my crew (G-Unit!)
I send a n*gga that you thought you knew
To come through and put a hole in you (G-Unit!)

[50 Cent]
Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard
Look at these n*ggaz, ha ha ha
The f*ck you gon' do now n*gga!
You done had the same n*ggas in the background for a long time
Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail
Well jumpin' the turnstile don't count n*gga
Ha ha ha ha!