[Lloyd Banks]
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[Lloyd Banks [bad word] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough
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 [bad word] honey (whoo)
Hood [bad word] with [bad word] brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah [bad word]  you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared [bad word]  here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of [bad word] (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 [bad word] give me a sign, i'ma get her

[Lloyd Banks [bad word] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough
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 [bad word] they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of [bad word] 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, [bad word] we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different [bad word] 
Triple x, wet , who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink [bad word]  i ain't what you lookin' for

[Lloyd Banks [bad word] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough
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 [bad word] 
Clienteles still poppin', so the [bad word] [bad word] #39;
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 [bad word]  put the pump to his lip