Work Magic Lloyd Banks (Ft. Young Buck)

[Intro: 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 niggas that died
I gotta busy bird on my side
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrappin' the skin off yo face
With the same shit they peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us
The willpower and reflexes of Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin'
That's a hundred and one doggs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected highly
Cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggas, I'll 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 shopping
Cause when the mall stampedin', you feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays
I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake than birthdays