50 Cent, Lloyd Banks - 50/Banks lyrics

Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo

Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we done bumped already now here we go

(harmonizing over the beat - doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Pee Wee Herman)
(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
(Niggas look down to Pee Wee Herman)

50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggas love me
Like they think I'm Mysonne (WOO)
These rap niggas not like me, they too soft
(yeah)
Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
You know white collar crooks
Do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
Real niggas snatch Glocks
And run up in spots
We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks
And bonds
Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and Glocks in palm
(uh huh) danger, ring the alarm
Kiss the ring of the Don
I conquer like Genghis Kahn
I said song in this song (god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife
Or a slug in you and watch you bleed out
That little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me
And get hit up you, you ain't got what it
Takes to fuckin' get up
Holla niggas names on records
That shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line
And get layed out

My jewels look so good
And my chain is so heavy i don't know
If I should stunt for these hoes again
Cause I did that already now here we go

(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck
If your favorite rapper dies
To me that's my spot
I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP
(yeah) i've been hungry since a little nigga
Weed in my high top (Woo)
Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop
(uh huh) i had the black Delta Force
Blue in the front
Back when Jordan was flyin'
And Ewing could dunk
Of course, you can fuck now
You was buyin' the shrimp then
Me on the other hand
Don Bishop and Pimp King
(harmonizing of "doo
Doo" plays in backgroud until
G-Unit is yelled)
I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
I do this for the hood and
Every kid in a dumpster my name is poppin'
And I ain't been at it long my neck's 16
And made Flex drop a Bin Laden bomb (G-UNIT)
I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that 2Pac shit drop
I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
Stuck up in the mountains with a
Gun and a rich pop
Who wear masterpieces? Our watch
Don't tick tock i'm cleanin' out my 6 shot
Watchin' the Knicks flop
Damn near the whole day I’m passing the green
That's how my bedroom
Look like the World Trade after the scene
(smoking)
Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream
(yeah) i'm your worst nightmare
I crush half of your team
To me your line up is pussy
Three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin'
Like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(50 Cent - harmonizing "doo, doo, doo")

Beat stops

What the fuck happen to the
Rest of the beat man?

(50 Cent laughing)