[Intro: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Tryna figure out what I'm supposed to say to make niggas understand this shit is real
Know I mean
They see a nigga
Go through some shit, you know I mean, take them shells, I bounce right back nigga
Uh-huh
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
We in the '64, air horn blowing at my enemies
Bulletproof cap, I ain't going out like Kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee
I'm getting so much head it's drawing out my energy
I'm touring now, I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound of that Manhattan brown
Bitch, I'm gonna sell records, I got a platinum sound
Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around
Nah, we ain't got no manners
And as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown
You might lose your dick, it's all kind of disease now
They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men
Riding 'round in a chunky old Benz, nigga, those ends
I'm not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends
I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
Niggas'll start fighting by the end of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row, ya know
Tryna figure out what I'm supposed to say to make niggas understand this shit is real
Know I mean
They see a nigga
Go through some shit, you know I mean, take them shells, I bounce right back nigga
Uh-huh
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
We in the '64, air horn blowing at my enemies
Bulletproof cap, I ain't going out like Kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee
I'm getting so much head it's drawing out my energy
I'm touring now, I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound of that Manhattan brown
Bitch, I'm gonna sell records, I got a platinum sound
Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around
Nah, we ain't got no manners
And as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown
You might lose your dick, it's all kind of disease now
They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men
Riding 'round in a chunky old Benz, nigga, those ends
I'm not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends
I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
Niggas'll start fighting by the end of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row, ya know
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