Lloyd Banks - Work Magic Lyrics
I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)I come from the heart of southside (yea)holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]Baby had tried to steal off the payrollill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)i thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)you dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on emwere respected highly'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)if i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)as soon as you aint around jake (jake)you getcha ass whipped for chipsnow thats the real definition of poundcakei got the crownsnakeand you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shakei got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)i'm headin for the top and im almost thereoh yeeuh this shiny shit right hereill work magic and make you niggas dissappearLook at here, aint nobody 'round here scaredi'm headin for the top and im almost thereoh yeeuh this shiny shit right hereill work magic and make you niggas dissappear[Verse 2: Young Buck]You know how i gets downthis pound hold six roundsi told you i'd be back *****talk that shit nowyou hear that fo fif [.45] soundduck when i spit rounds'cause this aint beverly hillsyou in the bricks nowwe aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sellyou get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tellits like we sell crack get caught head back to jailwe on that ***** the police shitwe livin in hellyou betta guard yo grill homeyand stand yo groundthese bullets burnthey hit whoevers standin aroundi never learn even after i took a couple shotsi just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glockshad to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocksonce they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)if its beef then im ready to ridejust come to casheville you can find me on the southside (motha*****a)[Chorus][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5you know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my *****in nameWhether the truck or trainmy minds stuck on the grind'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas cameyeahh aint talkin shitbut we can all tell he assjags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)you gotta blast me yo (yo)'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachiothe young gunner with a raspy flowgot every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoemy heart laughin a smallmaybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ballbanks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk youi got the hood on my shouldachain big as a boulderthe 357 tuckamotha*****a[Chorus]yeeuhh (laughs)mutha*****aim here.. yeeuhlloyd banksG-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!money by any means...nigga
