50 Cent - Banks Workout lyrics

[50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin n***az must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem n***az ain't as bad as BANKS n***a yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit n***a ain't nuttin change You move I'll blow your brains [Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent IN CAPS)] These n***az don't really want war (nah) They just walk around frontin Cause I walk around stuntin Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea) If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh) f** livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO) I'm smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh) Not the type to go spark metal in Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea) Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn Everyday I got a new b**h and when I'm done wit her It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN) You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove sh** I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks in a truck full of ba** (uh-huh) Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space You could either get bucked or get ya a** jumped The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH) I know you wanna pop me but (but) If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH) f**, I really hold the rubber I send +Sparks+ at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba I'm aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas A pound and a philly hold the smuggler G=Unit's whats up right now The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown You gotta come a little harder, n***a You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA) You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe) And you mad cause you blowin on oregano You n***az'll never blow Anyone to step in my ring is brave I don't know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR) Short stay leave her bu*t in the telly Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut bu*ter and jelly I'm about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill I ain't loud around a snitch (nah) I don't crowd around a btich (nah) The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks I been sick since n***az was on Harlod Miner dick I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO) n***az can't stand the fact that I'm real I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH) Bacardi at the chest (UH-HUH) I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest My success got s**ers salty (salty) Blowin steam like a cup of coffee Click POW get these f**as off me [50 Cent] I hear a lotta talkin n***az must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem n***az ain't as bad as BANKS n***a yous front you gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit n***a ain't nuttin change You move I'll blow your brains Yea Lloyd Banks n***a Whats up n***a? It's 50 n***a You f**in wit him right? I know you f**in wit him cause I said you f**in wit him Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young n***a Whats up n***a? What the f** I hear n***az hollerin that "keep it real" and all that n***a n***a if you talkin all that gangsta sh** n***a we get it poppin n***a Whats up n***a? Anytime n***a I don't give a f** if it's 4 in the afternoon n***a Any where you see me n***a Lets go