50 Cent - Banks Workout Part Ii Lyrics

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I been problem since the old days pimps and gold caps

Now im in oj simpson throwbacks

Ya'll was wonderin where my ass been

Probally vacationin on south beach gettin head like ass

Breathin through gas i can let the tech pound ur ego

Lock you in the closet with the westnile mosquito

The press crowd the people espicially celebritys im heavily shittin on any tom dick or gregory

Nigga you better be strappin

They want you dead if you rappin

Im tryin to cave your head and your back in

Im gettin bread and relaxin

And attractin a fan base of females wit emails and letters to fax in

In vegas with a toaster n a blunt

And the hotel i checked in got a roller coaster in the front

Hollerin poster when i stunt the sammy sosa of the month

Better yet the hoe teas and nigga im still breathin even though my dollars are green

I rap for the kids thats to poor to waste eggs on halloween

Im gettin swallow clean

My habits are good collectin all the carrots i could

Slidin from the stash box to conceal extortion

And a good silencer to make it sound like the wheel of fortune

All this careless talkin cause im travelin and flossin

Havin a good time and u havin a abortion

You sucker for love gettin married and divorced than

You cant even afford the batteries for ur walkman

Man im out the hood burnin cali weed on slauson when set trip can turn to tragedys and coffins look

I mean what im sayin you schemin im sprayin ur team isnt playin

On the sofa screamin and and prayin sayin

Gunit niggas be rollin crazy holdin 80s older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold mercedes

Since 50 hooked up with shady

Now they tryin to brook up to pay me

If u think im sugar u crazy baby

The boy strapped two ninas

Smokin out a bag big enough to fit in vacuum cleaners

I wear a glove when i blaze a fatty

I aint ur baby daddy u flippin

Now he tryin to grab me out that navy caddie i aint ur avy

Poppa was a rollin stone

Stockin up the hona home

Pocket full of loaded chrome

Drop n get a hold a dome

I know ur motive homes

U mad cause im fuckin half ur motorolla phone

Im swift with the wemon im good wit my words alota

Niggas is hatin on what i deserve im hotta

Front if u want end up on the curb in ur prada

And ur mans runnin ambulance come

Another day another dollar on the low from the impala

I can have a six some in my shower mother fucka!

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