We’re Back Lloyd Banks (Ft. Young Buck)
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[Intro: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]
Ooooohhhhhhhh oh
G-Unit nigga!
(Yeah!) We back motherfuckers
Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yea
Blaow
[Verse 1: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]
I'm sellin' weed coke and pills just to pay the bills
If God really love me then why am I here (C'mon!)
It's like I wake up, cook up, hit the block and get it
I got these old folks shook up the way that I'm livin'
Too many Tony Montanas to try to fly to Havana and end up comin' back with more time that they can handle (Aiiight!)
Light a candle for them niggas in the pen
They caught a dope case but when they get home they at it again
I know it may sound crazy, I still live in the bricks
Still see my name on my niggas visiting list (Wooo)
The rap gamе like the dope gamе, I'm dealing with this
You know fiends do anything when you give 'em a hit
Only class I did pass was math when I went
My clothes smell like weed, the teachers knew I was slick (Ah)
Whoever thought when I was there piecing out a gram, I'd grow up (Yea) to be the fuckin' (Yea) man
Bitch you know who I am
Ooooohhhhhhhh oh
G-Unit nigga!
(Yeah!) We back motherfuckers
Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yea
Blaow
[Verse 1: Young Buck & Lloyd Banks]
I'm sellin' weed coke and pills just to pay the bills
If God really love me then why am I here (C'mon!)
It's like I wake up, cook up, hit the block and get it
I got these old folks shook up the way that I'm livin'
Too many Tony Montanas to try to fly to Havana and end up comin' back with more time that they can handle (Aiiight!)
Light a candle for them niggas in the pen
They caught a dope case but when they get home they at it again
I know it may sound crazy, I still live in the bricks
Still see my name on my niggas visiting list (Wooo)
The rap gamе like the dope gamе, I'm dealing with this
You know fiends do anything when you give 'em a hit
Only class I did pass was math when I went
My clothes smell like weed, the teachers knew I was slick (Ah)
Whoever thought when I was there piecing out a gram, I'd grow up (Yea) to be the fuckin' (Yea) man
Bitch you know who I am
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