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"Work Out Part 3"

"Work Out Part 3"


[gun cocks]
[scratches]

[Verse: {Whoo Kid}]
Uh! - Circle the crib cause they follow ya (yeah!)
Jealousy's startin to show like the ribs in Somalia.
Cover ya tracks or the pigs will sawllow ya
And m, ake it easier being a part of ya. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'm a survivor! - Even with the .9! [2 gun cocks]
The baseball bat, switchblade or screwdiver.
The Llam' got a kick like Rowdy Rowdy Piper
I put ya brain all over ya windshield wiper.
Nigga go practice, the flow is ferocious
Million dollar face and it's all over posters!
We living great so we hit the shows and roasters
Them niggas hate so we hit the show with toasters. [gunshot] {DAMN}
Project bitches! - Those is holsters
We ain't off point cause hoes approach us.
Slip up and I'm a steamroast you roaches.
I roll with the vultures they eager to pop ya. [gunshot]
I give you a reason to believe in ya doctor!
Fuck a Bentley! I got a key to the chopper
With zoom in vision. - It's easy to spot ya! {DAMN}
And yeah, I went Platinum off my first LP!
But it's all off one record so I'm gon' do three.
There's only so long I'm gon take the hate
Before I DDT ya ass like Jake the Snake. {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Nigga rather see a thug dead - cause I love bread!
The Uzi'll have you flyin like Spud Webb.
I'm something like the rap-ravishing Rick,
I'm that slick! - That's why all these niggas on my dick! {HAHA!}
? reach and response to them,
But I'm like: "Nope! " You just mad because you broke.
You won't be satisfied 'til I get you in the yoke
And I keep squeezing - 'til you slipping in a stroke. {DAMN!}
Then I'm Dipping in a boat - and every bar I wrote
Sent chills through ya veins like I'm dipping in the coke. [blast]
I ride the track harder than Pippen when you broke
I lean on the beat like a fiend on dope.
The boy been hot before Hammer went broke, (uh-huh!)
Tyson was bitting and Rakim had the rope.
I'm chilling while you act hard.
Sipping on lemonade that the maid made from the tree in the backyard! {Whooooooooo!}
I got my own sneaker, dick! - I don't wear those!
The entrepre-nigga - won't put on their clothes. {HAHA!}
The industry's filled with a bunch of weird-o's
Actin like they don't want diamonds in their earlobe. {SHADYVILLE!}
So what hood you grew up in?
Cause comin' where I'm frooom. - Motherfuckas want something!
My eyes all poky and red, cause me and Buck like Smoky and Craig
You learn something if you open up ya head. {Whooooooo!}
I don't party unless they pay me
You want me to perform that's an extra 80.
You almost on your last meal,
So I got three words for you: - "Straight Outta Ca$hville"! [blast] [beat stops]
 
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"You Already Know"
(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)

"You Already Know"
(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)



[Lloyd Banks]
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[50 Cent:]
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
 
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"You Already Know (Remix)"

"You Already Know (Remix)"


[Lloyd Banks:]
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...
Uh...

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger
Cross us, your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest gone, G's Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh)
Inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh)
The little niggas dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Dead smack in the hood, good pokin' out my leather
I'm a goodfella
In a G Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'm a get her

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm fresh in my two thousand six whip
Cool down or sip brick
Fool around and get hit
Move down the strip quick
Two pounds of drip drip
Smokin' like its legal
Me and my Desert Eagle
All the hos eyein'
When the whip come by flyin'
Got a hustler's ambition to get rich or die tryin'
And that other guys lyin'
He just lookin' he ain't buyin'
He ain't flyin'
He ain't cakin'
Everybody know he fakin'
I should let the hood bake him
But I'm takin' him right to Satan
Just for hatin'
Leave him scrapin'
And run him over with a Dayton
And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer
Sapphires in my ear
Yeah thats why they stare
Yeah thats why they glare
I'm icy as it gets
With a white tee in the six
And your wifey in the Ritz
If its junk in the trunk I pull over and roll the blunt
And I shouldn't have to tell her what I want

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)
 
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"You Know The Deal"
(feat. Rakim)

"You Know The Deal"
(feat. Rakim)



Uh, Uh, Yeah

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for reals, the only way that I can chill)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
 
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"You Trying To Be A Gangsta"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"You Trying To Be A Gangsta"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
{COME ON!}
Pass that blunt!
{LLOYD BANK$!... WHAT?}

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK"!}

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows {GOD-...} you're a wanksta... {DAMN!}

[Verse 1:]
You want stripes put on a foot locker uniform, (yeah!)
I'll fuck around and put a lump on yo' forehead - you'll look like a unicorn. {WHOOOO!}
I never slip whether flip flops or shoes is on,
Fame'll make a bitch smile, strip, drop and lose her thong. {Whoooooo!}
They ain't attracted to you, you trying to floss in yo' Platinum Fubu,
Yo' shits weak and ya tracks are do-do. (haha!)
I got a lung like a chimney (uh!) - the old heads dig me, (uh!)
I'll put a hungry head in ya kidney. {Whooooooo!}
My uncle smokin' dat OOO WEEE! I tell him chill
But instead he trippin' [2 gun cocks] - blinkin' his eyes more than Eddie Griffin. (YEAH!)
These niggas petty snitchin - 'til we see 'em,
Leavin' da crime scene with' a whole lot of spaghetti missin'! (whao!)
We to hot to ignore us, [shot] the bitches adore us,
They chew a nigga up on da tour bus. {GET BACK!}
Go home and kiss you (uh-huh!) - hug you squeeze you, (uh-huh!)
The whole time you thinkin' it's, cause you diesel! (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? {PICK THIS RECORD!}
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {WHASSUP?}
Everybody knows you're a wanksta...

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {DON ROBINSON... }
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... [shot] {WHAT?} [scratches] {COME ON! }

[Verse 2:]
These niggaz want me wet like a grimlin', shakin' da timlin',
When I'm around, bitches start shakin' and tremblin'. (uh-huh!)
I like 'em Puerto Rican, Jamacian, and Indian,
Trinidadian, Dominican, or Sinican! {Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
You won't believe what I'm swimmin' in, [shot]
I smoke my Dro fresh outta da grinder - and it look like a cinamon. (yeah!)
I can do da job betta, (uh-huh!)
These niggaz ridin' 'round crushed up in a Coop - likin' tighter than a Bob Sleder.
You a actor! - Better yet a actress!
Start beef, and do a video pumpin' ya black fist. (YEAH!)
Dog, I'm not like a lot of heads,
Trust me! I'll put a switchblade in yo' [shot] nostrol like Radamez. {DAMN!}
And at the time a ladies man.
Icey watch! - Navy band! Play me blam! {Whoooooo! }
My records should be 80 grand,
Ain't a team out that can do it da way we can! - Nigga! (YEAH!) {WHAT?}

[Chorus:]
Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta!
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya? [shot]
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya, {G-UNIT RECORDS!}
Everybody knows you're a wanksta... {WHAT?}

Ya jumpin' outta character, trying to be a gangsta! (uh-huh!)
But ya really a bitch ass nigga, ain't ya?
Keep talkin' and I'm a let the 40 spray paint ya,
Everybody knows you're a wanksta...

[Outro:]
{HATE HOT! }
Yeah!
You BITCH-ass nigga!
Y'all niggas broke! {LICK!}
And I'm gettin' better! And better... {JESSIE!} and better... and better!
It gotta hurt man...
G-UNIT! {WHAT?} [shot] [beat stops]
 
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"You's A Hoe (Interlude)"

"You's A Hoe (Interlude)"


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You's a ho if u all up in a nigga's face
cuz he doin' good fuckin you is a big mistake (You's A Ho)
When any nigga that git at you
Can get ya to the crib and let his homeboys hit it too (You's A Ho)
Waitin' on ya turn ta get a certified scavenger
runnin' 'round burnin niggas (You's A Ho)
When ya tryin ta find a baby sitter
So you can go out and have a baby with another nigga (You's A Ho)

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
But this ain't only for the broads
Cuz alotta niggas act like bitches without the bras nigga (You's A Ho)
If you hatin' on a nigga cuz
He ain't gotta kiss ass and still got a bigga buzz (You's A Ho)
When ya yappin' how ya Kay spit
See a nigga that you beefin with and don't say shit (You's A Ho)
If ya singin' like a opera
Talkin all that gangsta shit and tellin 'em who shot ya nigga (You's A Ho)
 
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"Young Fly Flashy"

"Young Fly Flashy"


L's from every corner steam up
Told myself just 10 more years and I should be clean
But I'm a fiend, smoke so much purple I shit green
Bitches tryin to Face Time naked, I need a split screen
Top dollar to the mechanics so the Beamer's sit mean
I give you six or seven hundred, I can dream of 16
69 never! Ma you gon' do me and I'm done
See you gon' find better, see if I mind I'm not the one
Bougie hoes blitzin, they sprintin when they get my calls
Look at y'all trickin, same piss different stall
Me I'm never slippin, it's pimpin when I get involved
I'm lookin like chicken, they hungry and you give of course
Cold cash triple Porsche, another nigga lost
A low pass get exhaust, a hoe's ass isn't yours
Bullshit on my line, the sour got me gettin by
The best you can find, I feel like I'm in the sky
Old school Impala spoken, s'a lil' momma open
O.G. by the pound I puff, I'm never tired of smokin
We gon' light up all the shit until it's re-up time
Coppin chronic so long, the weed dealer can read my mind
Shorty hawkin, she'll be with the team in time
Fattest ass I ever seen, she done made a demon bomb
Pulled up on her smoother than the magazine I seen her on
Music up loud, cause I ain't got to beep the horn

[Chorus: x2]
I'm a young high, dumb fly, gettin money nigga
Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga
I'm, I'm a young, I'm a a young, I'm a young...
... nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

Uh! Thirty bottles later and I'm stumblin out; bitches with me
Ass and titties comin out the nightclub like Mahala House
I know I'm in trouble, cause she moppin from the passenger
I think I'm seein double, their asses'll back the traffic up
Funny thing - I'm thinkin 'bout money while it's happening
My passion, she took it all down, don't need a napkin
Ask me if I give a fuck if I'm a see her again
I ain't your friend, I ain't got a pot to pee in or lend
Bitch I'm a young fly, dumb high, stuntin #1 guy
Rich nigga, swim tides, G'd 'em both in one ride
Risk taker; I'm a need you to take a chance
Close your don't know nuttin mouth up while I lead you with the plan
Plenty more on deck hoe I don't need you I'm just sayin
This the perfect spot for both you and you ain't gon' get there playin
What's my name? Mr. I Don't Love Her, leave her when I fuck
What's my aim? Spend that [?] remaining evening with these bucks

[Chorus: w/ minor variations]
 
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