50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - Banks Workout lyrics

I hear a lot of talkin'
Niggas must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem:
Niggas ain't as bad as Banks
Nigga, youse front, you gon' get shot down
We fend to pump crack at your spot now
G-Unit! Nigga, ain't nothin' change
You move, I'll blow your brains

These niggas 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? (yeah)
If you really want something
We can show up at your front door
I know my history my family
Tree done said "master" (Uh, huh)
And fuck livin' positive 'cause
Negativity spreads faster (yeah)
A celebrity has to bulletproof his car


'Cause big heads come flyin' through
Your 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 and
Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you
Hit a parked yellow van (yeah)
Act hard but your heart made of marshmallows
Man talk tough until you get cuffed
And start tellin' damn
Every day, I got a new bitch
And when I'm done with her
It'll look like she dived
Headfirst into Cool Whip (Goddamn)
You only gon wind up dead tryna prove shit
I put chalk around your head
Like a pool stick (yeah)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I'm hungry like a South African with
Flies stuck to his face (Waa)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (Uh, huh)
Remember, I'm a bachelor the four
Or five ducks gotta space
You could either get bust or
Get your ass jumped
The only trigger you touch is on the gas pump
I got my own personal slave
She really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid
Like Celie in "Color Purple" (Uh huh, uh)
I know you wanna pop me, but (But)
If I hit you first
The exit wound gon' be the
Size of a hockey puck (Ah)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send sparks at you
And I don't mean Omillio or Bubba
I'm aimin' for a video or cover
Huge tour-buses
A pound and a Philly, hold the smuggler
G-Unit's what's up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a
Newport sign upside down
You gotta come a lil' harder nigga
You wear jerseys? Well, mine is a throwback
And yours is a Starter (Ha ha ha)
You still gotta beg a ho (Ho)
And you mad 'cause you blowin' on oregano
You niggas'll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hairstyling
But I can make a finger weave (Err)
Short stay, leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef-and-broccolis
Peanut butter-and-jelly
I'm about to get this deal
(Uh, huh) , and 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 bitch (Nah)
The jumpsuit match with the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggas was
On Harold Miner's dick
I could call up a chick and
Put a child around her lips (Woo)
Niggas can't stand the fact that I'm real
(He's off, nigga)
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
Garvey at the desk
Used to have to push up now
I hardly got to press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
(Ugh) my success got suckers salty (Salty)
Blowin' steam like a cup of coffee
Click, pow! Get these fuckers off me

I hear a lot of talkin'
Niggas must be mad at Banks
But there's only one problem:
Niggas ain't as bad as Banks
Nigga, youse front, you gon' get shot down
(Shot, nigga)
We finna pump crack at your spot now
G-Unit! Nigga, ain't nuttin change
You move, I'll blow your brains

Yeah! Lloyd Banks, nigga! What's up
Nigga? It's 50, nigga! You fuckin' with him
Right? I know you fuckin' with
Him 'cause I said
You'd fuck with him! That's my baby right
There! That's my boy right
There! My young nigga!
What's up nigga? What the fuck! I hear
Niggas hollerin that "Keep it real"
And all that, nigga! Nigga, you just
Be talkin' all that gangsta shit!
Nigga, we get it poppin'
Nigga! What's up, nigga? Any time
Nigga! I don't give a fuck
If it's four in the afternoon
Nigga! Anywhere you see me, nigga! Let's go!