probably out commitin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one
And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit Backstage at a D-12 concert A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop
real mutha fucka from the street You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line If you say you wrote my shit one more
The Game is to be sold And not to be told This ain't Dre and sure go beans and hoes This is one bullet, one hit and one lost soul Wipe my fingerprints
: (feat. Lloyd Banks) [Intro] Uh.. Yeah.. I like the way you do that shorty (shorty) Now can you do somethin' for me (uh) I like the way you movin'
Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Nah nigga I don't know who sent them young boys through To air the strip, shit just be happenin out the blue I don't be around here
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap shit plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight
the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd
raps rocky, nigga you sloppy You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga I'm the wrong one
: [50 Cent] 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
WOO, Sing along) [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent] (You should be girl) You should be that bitch that come, everytime I call (You should be girl) You should be down
prolly out committin' felonies My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one
that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you don't like me Its not likely that we'll ever be friends Why
Sittin' up in them Benz, to be in the pen In the hood we hit the number, but never the lotto Life in the fast lane, one wheel hit the pothole Let's go
dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
you about the way I'm a hustla I got it in my blood I'm still hungry I'm out to get it just because One Coupe One block one spot it's not enough Were
of Rovers, in Gucci loafers Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches Gimme one year, in this industry I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country [Chorus] [Lloyd
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] Yea... I like da thank everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3