Lloyd Banks - Banks Workout Pt. 2 lyrics

[50 Cent] 50 Cent; Lloyd Banks! [Intro: 50 Cent] Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherf**er you move I'll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) n***a you don't know me, and I don't know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!) [Lloyd Banks] I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps Now I'm in O.J. Simpson throwbacks Y'all was wonderin where my a** been Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin head like an aspirin If you ga**ed, I can let the tec pound your ego Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito The press crowd in people, especially celebrities I'm heavily sh**tin on any Tom Dick or Gregory n***a you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin I'm tryin to cave your head and your back in I'm gettin bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt And the hotel I'm checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front I'mma post 'em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month Better yet the whole season, n***a I'm still breathin Even though my dollars are green I rap for the kids that's too poor to waste eggs on Halloween I'm gettin swallowed clean, my habits are good Collectin all the karats I could Slidin from a stash spot to conceal the torture And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune All this careless talkin, cause I'm travelin and flossin Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion You s**er for love, gettin married and divorced then Can't even afford the batteries for your Walkman I'm out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins Look, I mean what I'm sayin, you schemin I'm sprayin Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin Sayin, G-Unit n***as be rollin crazy, holdin 80's Older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold Mercedes Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin to book up and pay me If you think I'm shook up you crazy, baby The boy strapped two ninas Smokin out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I ain't your baby daddy She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy I ain't your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone Stockin up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes You mad, cause I'm f**in half your Motorola phone I'm swift with the women I'm good with my words A lot of, n***as is hatin on what I deserve I'm hotter Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada And your mans runnin, ambulance comin Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala I can have a six still in my shower, motherf**er~! [Outro] Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherf**er you move I'll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) n***a you don't know me, and I don't know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!) I send a n***a that you thought you knew To come through and put a hole in you (G-UNIT~!) [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks, ha ha! 50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard Look at these n***as, ha ha ha The f** you gon' do now n***a! You done had the same n***as in the background for a long time Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail Well jumpin the turnstile don't count n***a HA HA HA HA~!