Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"G Unit In Da House (Live)"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"G Unit In Da House (Live)"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[ovation]
[speaks]
[screams]

[Intro:]
[Buck:] We make radio hits out here man!
[50 Cent:] Put yo' motherfuckin' hands up for me one time, yo!
[Buck:] Yeah!
[50 Cent:]
G-Unit in the motherfuckin' house! I said I do this shit, right?
And you gon' like this, right?
[Buck:] E'ybody hands up mothafucka! [gun cocks]
[Bank$:] HANDS UUUUUUUP! [shots]

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Bank$), <Buck>, {All}]
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? } [gun cocks]
G-Unit in the house!
{What? Wha', wha', what? } [gun cocks]
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? } [gun cocks]
{GGG-GGG- G-UNIT! } <50CEEEENT! >

G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What? Wha', wha', what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
{GGG-GGG- G-UNIT! } <LLOYD... BANK$! >

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent), <Buck> + {50 & Buck}:]
Put carpet burns on these rats for several days (FOR SEVERAL DAYS!)
Till they need bandages on they knees like <PAT HUEING'S LEGS! >
I'm always with the biscuit <COME ON! > [shot]
The only way I get blue balls is if a bitch {HAD BLUE LIPSTICK}!
You broke rob more blocks <COME ON! >
Cause you ain't got to know how to break dance - to wind up on a cardboard {BOX! }
I'm Guccied down to my {SOCKS}! - Groupies houndin' the {SPOT}!
We perform at <<Whoooooooooooooo>> - keep goopies around for the {COPS}! <Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! >
She'll be down for my watch <YEAH! > - I ain't generous or courteous <YEAH! >
I'm runnin' from a (DIRTY BITCH!) - Nigga you thirty-<SIX! >
You don't want it with the kid at all <AAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL! >
Same shit bigger bathroom my niggas (BRAAAAAAAWL)! <WHAAAT? >
When we come after you it ain't no gray shots <C'MON! >
The SIG will leave a hole in ya chest bigger than {FLAVOR FLAV'S CLOCK}!
You pussy! [shot] <YEAH! > - You wouldn't even pop the smallest chip
'Cause on the inside (ON THE INSIDE!) you softer than a mozzarella <STICK! >

[Chorus: Bank$ + (50 Cent) & <Buck>, {All}]
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What? Wha', wha', what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
{GGG-GGG- G-UNIT! } [shot] <COME ON! >

G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What? Wha', wha', what? }
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
YEAH! GGG-GGG- {all: G-UNIT! } <<Whooooooooo! >>

[50 Cent + (Bank$), <Buck> + {Bank$ & Buck}:]
I'm the leader of the new school now - {NIGGA WHAAAAAAAAAT? }
I got a .44 Bulldog, I'll tear your {BITCH ASS UUUUUUP! }
I pop off nigga front I'll put my {KNIFE IN YOUR GUT! }
Have you in ICU screamin': (AAAAAAAAAAHHH! I'm cut!) <NON STOP! >
I go rawwwwwrrrr - like a dungeon dragon! <DRAGOn! >
But I keep my pistol on me so my {PANT'S BE SAGGIN'! }
Everytime I'm in the house niggas - {GRILL A NIGGA! }
Cause they feel a {NIGGAAAA}! <<Whoooooooooooooo>> I'll kill a {NIGGAAAA! }! <<Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! >>
You speedin'! [shot] - Shorty better {STAY IN YA LANE! }
Before I send one of my soldiers (TO BLOW OUT YA BRAINS! }
I'm the general {WHAAAAAT? } - You salute me! <YEAH! >
You a dead man if you {ATTEMPT TO SHOOT ME! }
I done lost some of my brains watchin' {MILITARY FLICKS! }
Got the whole G-Unit on some {MILITARY SHIT! }
(Private Bank$ requestin' permission to speak!) Speak NIGGAAAA!
Man it's dangerous when there's discipline involved in {STREET NIGGAAAAS! }

[Chorus: 50 Cent (Bank$), <Buck>, {All}]
G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
G-Unit in the [Crowd:] HOUSE!
{What? Wha', wha', what? }
[Crowd:] G-Unit in the house!
{What, nigga what? }
{GGG-GGG- G-UNIT! } [shot] [beat stops]

[ovation] [screams]
[coin drops]

 

[fox69]

"G's Up"

"G's Up"


[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Who ever it was that said carats is good for your sight
Must have never came across a rock this bright I've been hot since Mike
First put on the glitter glove
And slid backwards on the stage so give a nigga love
Yeah I'm popular, but don't get it fucked up
The Uz'll have you shakin' in the club like the bruck up
Whats up? with all these wanna be Lloyd Banks
And toy gangstas
We need to make a remix cause theres some more wankstas
My street team straps Mags on they waist
Vest under the shirt and black rags on they face
I'm a problem lord can you find a way to save me?
I can't die shit I ain't even had my baby
Fuck it its all gravy
If I go I'm cool
Death comes for everybody no exception to the rule
I'm a G Unit soldier ridin' with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
Ya'll know the kid got the game in a jyro
In other words just choke
Nigga I'm no joke
How the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke
How the fuck you take a trip to Jamaica and don't smoke
Out in L.A. I know a few dimoes and locs
My chain heavy about the weight of a soap on the rope
Leave your girl around me too long I'm pokin her throat
Soon as she open her coat
Bend her over and stroke

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
In the town I'm from the tattle tales don't rock like Pro Keds
the little niggas ride they mopeds
Around the dope heads
Last on the ball court, you can't even cross over
Without poppin a ball
I'm not gonna fall
One year from now I'm in the pop corn Azzure
bulletproof glass Blockin your boy
Glock in the door
I'm on tour, pocket of raw
Knockin' your whore
You back home suckin your teeth moppin' the floor
I'm gettin top dollar this ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got two "Best Of Banks" CDs
If they ain't mine then I don't give a fuck about 'em
Shit R. Kelly played with the kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience cause it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady's on the bassline
None of the teckas wait around
Cause I got a roster that'll bring a record label down
I'm a monster I tear the whole track up
My closet'll bar brick on me if I hang another throwback up
I'm flyin back to Miami just to do a feature
Cause they throwin' paper at me like a substitute teacher
I'm far away from the leeches
They can't even reach us
I'm on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody hurl one up everytime that I stunt
And every other verse you hear is a rhyme of the month yeah!

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun 'round you
And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

 

[fox69]

"Gang Green"

"Gang Green"


[Lloyd Banks:]
Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa

(BRING IT BACK)

[Lloyd Banks:]
Its Blue Hefner
Gang Green
Ya'll can catch me on the Anger Management Tour
You know where the big money at

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't the iciest nigga livin' but I'm a few stones closer
Hoppin' out my blue foam Rover
Feed my pit flock down on the two tone sofa
Decock my two tone toaster
I'm cakin' up
I can get a whip a week
And my momma ain't gotta lift her feet
She in the Jeep with a Swisha Sweet
I'm on the beach with a stripper freak
After the weed and the liqour meet
She will be lickin' me
And I don't trip won't freeze her with Tiffany
So if shes iced out its some gees she ain't get from me
My hands on your lady and
The only reason I ain't go to SummerJam is cause I'm banned from the stadium
Ten room mansion my lands a paladium
Creep in my yard its a can in your cranium
I'm famous and still ridin' around with a trigger
I'm a certified, bonafide entrepenigga

 

[fox69]

"Gang Green Season"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"Gang Green Season"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[gun cocks]
[car tires squeal]

[Intro:]
This is...
"Mo Money In The Bank"! (yeah!)
"Gang Green Season... (uh!) starts... (yeah!) NOW! "
Yeah!

[Verse 1:]
You love the way. {DAMN! } I bounce back right (uh!) - step up to the plate and hit
Walk up to yo' face sit; [shot] it's South-Jamaican shit! {Whooooo! }
I'm a dog! - The hell with' a relationship! [BROAW]
I feel like if I make a commitment {GOD-... } - I'll be wastin' shit! {DAMN! }
You can call me watchu wanna, I prefer stunna! (stunna!)
This is a spur brother - blue fur under. (yes!)
And this my 4th of summa (yes!) - Out come the tank tops,
It's cherry-red, Marijuana green and cocaine drops. (YEAH!) {DAMN! }
This is where the game stops [police sirens]
I'm from where you getcha car jacked, chain popped - all on the same block. [police sirens]
You know my name, Lloyd, Flint; Bank$ or Blue! [BROAW]
Over 2 million records sold, THANKS TO YOU! (thank you!) {NON STOP! }
You know how gangsta's do move real quite like,
Just incase the shit shakin', somebody gon' die tonight! [gunshot] {WHAOOOOO! }
Oops! - You can catch me and Buck in tha matchin' Lamb's, (yeah!)
No big stack of money, just PLASTIC, DAMN! {DAMN! }

[Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Seen this right here? [echoes] {LLOYD BANK$! }
Is that... G-Unit soouund! [echoes]
You know how G-Unit get down! [echoes] [BROAW] {MO MONEY! }
Yeah! [echoes]
'Ey! [echoes]
My album... [echoes] is everything; yours wasn't! [echoes] {HAHA! }
You can pick that up... [echoes] [BROAW]
July 18th! [echoes] {Whoooooooo! }
"Rotten Apple"... [echoes] {DAMN! }
Yeah-ehe! [echoes]
'Ey New York!... [echoes] {SHADYVILLE! } STAND UP! [echoes]
{MO MONEY... PART 4!... PUSH YO' ALBUM BACK! } [BROAW]
I'm gone! [echoes] {GANG GREEN! } [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Gangster Interlude"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Gangster Interlude"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooooo!

[Starts off with the beat of Fabolous': "Breathe"]

[Intro: Lloyd Bank$]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!
I'm back!
Gang Green!
Yeah! Yeah!
The boy's sick!

[50 Cent (Intro in the background x3.5):]
Yo, whassup? This is the kid 50Cent, right?
I'm a tell you somethin' from the bottom of my heart, man.
I'm tryna stop... bein'...
You know what on my mouth, you know?
Arrogant and shit like that!
They told me:... "Yo! Why don't you stop 50? You been doin' TOO MUCH, man! "
I CAN'T STOP, maaan...
I tried that... I was, I was quiet for 2 hours straight.
Ya understand wha'Imean?
And as soon as I said somethin', I said somethin' they thought I was arrogant...
That's just ME, man!
You know?
How you gon' tell me how to do what I do?!
"Yo, 50! You should just chill with the... why you be talkin' and shit? "
Maaan, I told niggaz...
Straight up and down, right? [beat stops]
GANGTSERS DON'T WORKIN' HOME DEPO! [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"Get Clapped"
(feat. Mobb Deep)

"Get Clapped"
(feat. Mobb Deep)



[Banks]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)

[Prodigy]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks Verse]
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya
Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
With somethin thats gonna swallow me

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Prodigy Verse]
My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head
And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
I got power and i will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up
Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks Verse]
Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that i came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me
Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes

[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

[Banks]
Yea [echoing] Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
Cause this is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yea [echoing] GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit

 

[fox69]

"Get It How Live"

"Get It How Live"


[Chorus:]
I got my eye on the profit, I'ma get it how I got it
Get it how I live and you niggaz can't stop it
Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it
Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic
We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha
See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya
'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'ma throw it on the strippers
I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

This is that motherfuckin music made for smokin
Bitch keep your mind on that money, don't get caught up in your emotions
I fuck her mouth until she chokin
And she ain't talkin back no more, I got her gone off that potion
She got, know I just point a finger and she pop top
All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop
You gettin outta line now, you don't know me miss
You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss
Uhh, I chuck her deuces with the froze-y wrist
"When you comin back in town?" Miss me with the nosy shit
Mary Jane the only chick that I get cozy with
Knockin 'em down, three at a time, posey shit
They been hatin on my hustle, I'm supposed to trip
45 my muscle as I touch you on a goalie tip
Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit
And it's M.O.B. for life, boy you know this shit

[Chorus]

She gon' fuck me 'til I'm drained then I'm gone
You thinkin you gon' come up on the Bank, bitch you're wrong
You a punk, this ain't yo' song
Take it from me, them bitches there when you're there, there when you're gone
Uh, I'm gettin to it, not your ordinary rapper deal
The package pop, she gettin slipped the morning-after pill
Then I disappear, she probably snorin as I peel
Fame'll get you while you're layin up and that's what's real
Masterin when I'm smashin, got that mass appeal
Uh-uh we ain't slippin, niggaz trippin so we packin steel
The weather breakin, I'ma push the Cadillac until
Magnum block me from the spill, boy that cat can kill
I give a fuck about a cop or catch an oil slick
I done made it out, I'ma go enjoy this shit
Hundred thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip
Few more just for ballin out thinkin 'bout what new toy to get, uhh

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Get Low"

"Get Low"


[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' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])

 

[fox69]

"Get Shot The Fuck Up"
(feat. 50 Cent and Young Buck)

"Get Shot The Fuck Up"
(feat. 50 Cent and Young Buck)



[LIVE Insert]
[50 Cent:] Where my lil' nigga at? COME HERE!
[Buck:] HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!
[Bank$:] Marquise!
[Buck:] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, WHATTUP?
[50 Cent:]
Whassup? It's my lil' nigga right here, right?
Tell 'em how we do it, man!
[Marquise:] Whatta fuck is goin' on? G-U-...
[50 Cent:]... -NIT! [shot] [LIVE insert ends]

[beat starts]

[Intro]
DAMN!

[Chorus: 50Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Go 'head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game! {"MO MONEY"...} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {"IN THE BANK"!}
Nigga go 'head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
I'll pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[50Cent]
Call me crazy! [shot] - Cause I'll show a nigga no mercy
Every other day I hear niggas tryna murc me.
But it's all hood! - My nigga it's all good! (YEAH!)
Stay with a Gat! - Teflon on my back!
Niggas know my style so they ease up off me
Now .40 Cali' POP! I ain't killn' 'em softly! (whoooooo!) [shot]

[Intro]
DAMN!
BRING IT BACK!

[Chorus: 50Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {SHADYVILLE!}
Nigga go 'head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
I'll pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {WHAT?}

[50 Cent:]
Call me crazy! [shot] - Cause I'll show a nigga no mercy
Every other day I hear niggas tryna murc me.
But it's all hood! - My nigga it's all good! (YEAH!)
Stay with a Gat! - Teflon on my back!
Niggas know my style so they ease up off me,
Now .40 Cali' POP! I ain't killn' 'em softly! (whoooo!)
Now Tanya havin' baby after baby she locked up
And they all layin' 'round he on the L and he locked up. {HAHA!}
Niggas go nuts in the club when I pop up
Cause everytime I'm around a nigga get chopped up. {C'MON!}
My niggas look for nigga with they wrist all rocked up,
And they gon' come up out that shit and get popped up.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Nigga go 'head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
I'll pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect {LLOYD BANK$!} - OR GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! {"MO MONEY... "!} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {"IN THE BANK"!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Goddamn for what [shot] you ain't gotta convince
You just sold 6 million records you ain't gotta do this. {Whoooo!}
I got a new toy that'll burn a hater
And put a red dot in his eye like the fuckin' Terminator. [shot] {OOOH!}
Now they boys all grown
I give nicknames to my bitches and my guns like Go-Run and Jawbone.
I'm next in line the future of this rap shit
When I go, they'll be 100 shooters at my casket. {DAMN!}
Ready to go and put the Rugers to the basket
I pass thru these street niggas that use to get they ass kicked.
Man, what kind of beef do they want?
Lil' kids'll find ya body in the grass at the Easter Egg Hunt. (whooo!) {Whoooooooooo!}
Every bid up out the rose comin' outta the ziplock
For round niggas that don't give a fuck about Hip-Hop!
You can count me in if it's fast cash,
Nigga I'm 'bout my money! - I'm flyin' to Japan with a gas mask! {DAMN!}

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game - AND GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Nigga go 'head act tough! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
I'll pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head call the cops! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {GET BACK!} [shot]

[Young Buck:]
My bullets go thru Teflon, open up ya chest bone nigga (BLAAAT!)
We shooti'n at anybody even the wrong niggas. {Whoooooooo!}
I pop these Glocks knockin' these cops on they back
It was only a traffic stop but I went for my strap. [automatic gunshots] {YOUNG BUCK!}
He shot once, I let off mine first (BOOM!)
Nothins worse than ya momma see you ridin' in a Hersse.
This 12'' Gauge'll knock a coward off his converse, (hahaaa!)
Have you wobblin' and weepin' screamin': "Help me Lord, I'm hurt! " (OH, NO!) [shot]
Bank$ bought me an AK for my birthday
Like the Burger King commercial [Bank$: You can have it your way! ] {HAHA!}
Dirty South 'til I'm dead but I love the East,
So you would think I'm from Queens till you look at my teeth. (whooo!)
And I got sumthin' in my jeans that'll clear off the streets, (come on!)
Shoot once and blow ya back out thru ya backseat.
I signed with 50 just because a nigga love beef
May the best man win cause when I seem him we gon' eat. {WHAT?} - BLAT!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Go 'head nigga stunt! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
G-Unit nigga, what? ! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Go 'head try ya luck! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Keep thinkin' it's a game! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {G-UNIT...}
Nigga go 'head act tough! {CAN'T WE STOP!} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
I'll pull out that Tech! - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP!
Show some respect or - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {THE ALBUM!}
Go 'head call the cops! {#4!} - GET SHOT THE FUCK UP! {WHAT?} [shot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Get The Fuck Up Now"

"Get The Fuck Up Now"


[Intro:]
[Voice whispering:] So dangerouuuss.
[Lloyd Bank$:] Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh-oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh!

[Verse 1:]
Bank$ is gettin' money money ain't gettin' him (uh!)
Him sitting his whip on 23'' inch rims. (yeaah!)
Why would I spend my money on tints (uh!)
'Cause I got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas. (yeah!)
The cribs is bigger than my mama's (uh!)
With that you can send your local high school or college.
Your year is expired! - You should pay knowledge (uh!)
A hood nigga - way out in the Bahamas. (WHOO!)
On tour so you probably won't find us
In your barber shop I got a barber with liners. (yeah!)
Bank$ grew kinda hard with piranhas
My closet is the size of a clothing designator. (UH!)
You're now rockin' with' new yor city's finest
Shuttin' down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us. (uh!)
Now I'm dealin' with' a bunch of pre-madonnas
I take 'em to the crib and have 'em bend over for recliners. (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
I need y'all to get the fuck up now! (uh-huh!)
I know theirs gangstas in this tooown. (yeah!)
So - throw up your set! (uh-huh!) - Ma' come to the front (uh-huh!)
Show me somethin'! (yeah!) Yeah; that's what I want. (uh!)

I need y'all to get the fuck up now (uh-huh!)
I know how y'all get down in this tooown.
So - lit up your weed! (uh-huh!) - Ma', come to the front (uh-huh!)
Now poke it out! (ye-ah!) Yea; that's what I want. (uh!)

[Verse 2:]
I'm fresh, breast like million bucks
See my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts. (WHOO!)
Inspired by the niggas that I trust (uh-huh!)
So if you my shit then, you should buy Buck's. (yeah!)
There's a lot of rappers let off steeaam
'Cause I'm gettin' money and my jewelry all greeeen. (uh!)
Some of the brightest shit you ever seeeen
My whole team, so fresh and so cleeaan.
Down South where they sipping on leeeen (yeah!)
Little 'Ks stray hit you with the beeaam. (yeah!)
I'm a bachelor! - I ain't lookin' for a queen. (uh-uh!)
SouthSide ballers, the American Dream!
Bein nosey will get you behind beeaams
So if ain't your beef, try not to interveeene
I got a pack of Mary Jane in my jeeaan
If I blow it in the sky we will all be high. (uh!) [2 coughs]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I'm hot nigga! - The fools ain't the saaame
I'm speeding, I give a fuck, hoes in my lanes. (brrrrr!)
I got a couple loose, screws in my brain (uh!)
I die on over this I ain't goin' to move with my chain (oh, no!)
You caught a brick but - who is to blame? (uh-huh!)
Your fans turn their back now I'm you and that a shame. (damn!)
I'm thinkin' about flyin' to Hawaii (yeah, yeah!)
Sippin' on colatti (yeah, yeah!) - lyin' with' a hottie. (WHOO!)
Uptop drinkin' niggas in here schemin'
So I ain't leavin', 'cause I'm here with my Gaaaaaat!
Lay low for a second and get your attention
And back on the bencin', I'm baaaaaack!
And your famblades spinnin' on a Llac
And you can't see the side 'cause the windows all blaaaaack.
I had respect but I take it all back (uh-huh!)
'Cause you're celebrity wander around with a raaaaat!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
YEAH!
Hah'!
Uh!
I need y'all to get the fuck up now... Uh!
I need y'all to get the fuck up now... Uh!
I need y'all to get the fuck up now...
I know theirs gangstas in this tooown...