Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Air Your Ass Out lyrics
50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]
[Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Air Your Ass Out lyrics]
We in the '64, air horn blowing at my enemies
Bulletproof cap
I ain't going out like Kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee
I'm getting so much head it's
Drawing out my energy i'm touring now
I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound
Of that Manhattan brown
Bitch, I'm gonna sell records
I got a platinum sound
Ranned into half the town
Bandana wrapped around
Nah, we ain't got no manners
And as far as the clips you
Know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm
Like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spending 10 dollars on your weed
Clown you might lose your dick
It's all kind of disease now
They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men
Riding 'round in a chunky old Benz, nigga
Those ends i'm not the type to fall in love
Make your hoes friends
I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
Niggas'll start fighting by the
End of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row
Ya know
Get ya gun, we gon' come for you
We'll lay ya ass out
The shells hit you knees, split ya
There's blood all on your couch
Didn't think niggas would really run
Up in your house
Hog tying ya mutherfucking kids and ya spouse
Bitch, give us the mutherfucking
Money and we out
This 45th shell'll tear a fucking
Hole in ya blouse
Waiting for me to have a change of heart
You assed out
Kill every motherfucker up in this
Bitch and stamp out nigga, this is pressure
Punks respect pressure
Catch ya stunting in something I
Want and I'll get ya
Go 'head ride through ya strip
In your Benz on chrome see if I won't run up
In your motherfucking home
They say money make the world go 'round
I've seen my knife work
I turn a clown smile to a frown
Squeeze and watch the barrel spin
On the trey pound i'm a G-Unit gorilla
Niggas know how I get down
Bulletproof cap
I ain't going out like Kennedy
50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee
I'm getting so much head it's
Drawing out my energy i'm touring now
I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound
Of that Manhattan brown
Bitch, I'm gonna sell records
I got a platinum sound
Ranned into half the town
Bandana wrapped around
Nah, we ain't got no manners
And as far as the clips you
Know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back I'm
Like Ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spending 10 dollars on your weed
Clown you might lose your dick
It's all kind of disease now
They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men
Riding 'round in a chunky old Benz, nigga
Those ends i'm not the type to fall in love
Make your hoes friends
I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough
Niggas'll start fighting by the
End of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row
Ya know
Get ya gun, we gon' come for you
We'll lay ya ass out
The shells hit you knees, split ya
There's blood all on your couch
Didn't think niggas would really run
Up in your house
Hog tying ya mutherfucking kids and ya spouse
Bitch, give us the mutherfucking
Money and we out
This 45th shell'll tear a fucking
Hole in ya blouse
Waiting for me to have a change of heart
You assed out
Kill every motherfucker up in this
Bitch and stamp out nigga, this is pressure
Punks respect pressure
Catch ya stunting in something I
Want and I'll get ya
Go 'head ride through ya strip
In your Benz on chrome see if I won't run up
In your motherfucking home
They say money make the world go 'round
I've seen my knife work
I turn a clown smile to a frown
Squeeze and watch the barrel spin
On the trey pound i'm a G-Unit gorilla
Niggas know how I get down