in your ways but I know how to change you Arrange you tell you things like your my angel There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss They call me Banks
Yeah, G-Unit Yeah, ey, ey I think I gotta' have it And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet I'm goin' with this kinda music Puts me right back on the
I smoke I put 'em down them dope I'm real scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot This apple jacks
bread lil' niggas need Christmas Banks don't rap wit a back pack I'm in it for the money, the money The money, the money, the cake You heard Banks said
I'm back, nigga I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules But I could make you move Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past
Yeah, ooh You n****s know what time it is? It's time for that gangsta s*** We ain't got s*** to live for You either headed for the pen Or you're on your
your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning My name is Banks
Uh, I'm doin' my thang, G-Unit's my gang Ma, I gotta get mine, all the day all the time N****, you know how we roll, twenty three's twenty four's I'm
it got to get it Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin' he Schwarzenegger Fools don't take him I took him across the liver Keep Lloyd
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York Blood spill around here and don't care about court You take
know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill Uh, Banks
don't know what the Scriptures saying I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name Lloyd Banks
Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and
Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup I knock your wife
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
got to get it [Verse Banks] Rap gone get that boy found in a river Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver Keep lloyd
Oversættelse: Lloyd Banks. Rotten Apple.
