Cashing In Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!
I'm back! {mo money! }
Gang green! {part 3! }
Yeah! {"ca$hing in"! } yeah!yo' boy's sick! - so move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker! - burning them trees up like usher. (whoo!)
When i teach you how to rap fam' - i'm in that black van (uh!)
Like air ones and canaries the size of pacman. {none stop}
Who gives a fuckk if it's our brawl (uh!)
'cause my dog got the windows from the 24 hours store. (shit!)
I'm on the verge of flippin'
Lord send me a sign! -'fore i empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'!
Me and 50 are like michael and pippin
Ryu and ken! (uh!) - whoever you send - i'm a rip 'em! (g'eah!)
I'm added to {damn! } society! - mainly with' my system.
Run and put em' in the truck - like a kidnapping victim. (uh-huh!)
I'm papa so they pushin' me harder!
My associates got interior motives like - wishin' his father. (uh-'uh!)
I figure! - i rather play with' these blades before i pass
Build a ballcourt! - and go buy bentleys to go to crash! (3rd!)
I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines (yeah!)
And i compliment my momma with pedacures and wind. (whattup ma'?)
I'm line from line, the rap einstein!
Pound for pound (uh!) i'm tyson (uh!) - a.k.a (uh!) icyin'. (whoo!) {whooooo! }
Message for the record i ain't sleepin' for a second. (uh!)
So even if i make it there's a tool under the pillow. {god-... }
I'm brought up! {damn! } - to the v with' a poolish from the window,
I'm a smoker! - so the brokas won't leave us with the indo. (oooooooooooohhh!)
I'm always with' a pair! - 'fore the crew looks for the bimbo,
A dead meats in your daughter, i'll xxxx her and won't support her. (uh-huh!)
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear; middle finger in the air - before i catch her eye! (fuck you nigga!)
Keep rydin' behind your tens fuck! (fuck!)
Niggas don't know; no better. - they'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup.
They goin' off if we say:
"niggaz is runnin' off from my buzz. - faster than jamaicans in the relay."
I'm blowin' the kush! - driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a fame, (uh!) like jay-z (uh!) and jermaine. (uh!) {haha! }
About 80 (uh!) on the chain (uh!) like brady (uh!) with' the aim (uh!)
I'm the same! - whether the mercedes or the train. (ooh! ooh!)
And i may be on a plane - by the end of the night. but it's aight throw;
I might throw! - i'm rich off a mic hoe! (uh-huh!) {whooooo! }
My stamina's low - x-rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go.
Living room! dining room! (uh!) bedroom! (uh!) bathroom! (uh!)
Upstairs! (uh!) nuts smared, all over your sasoon. (ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!) {none stop! }
Ya on that fly shit! - that southside shit!
Thet i'm a sell on these 10 million before i die shit. (southsiiide!)
I'm from the block; where the heafers be. (uh!)
To doing shows out in pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see. (ha!)
And being gangsta ain't enough - a lil' nigga that's stuntin',
Will put a killa in a box like chuck! - ch'eah!

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