Lloyd Banks - That's What's Up lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - That's What's Up lyrics

(Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit n***a that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent n***a that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named em pop when n***as surfboard You ain't stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds sh**tin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me f**ing is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo a**, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I ain't a peoples person I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (f** you) Even though I got the sh** in the stores I'm like a n***a that borrow clothes b**h, I'm tryin to get in ya draws Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids p**ys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow I'll have n***as post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the nina's is wit me Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney You only spend time at the mall On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea) (Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit n***a that's what's up (repeat 6x) That's what's up (50 Cent) Keep thinkin I'm candy Ain't nuttin sweet about me Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your f**in janitor They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that a** and shot shadder ya bones (yea) (Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit n***a that's what's up (repeat 6x) (Tony Yayo) Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back It's the China White And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a s**m bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them n***as that ran And, those n***as in the hood don't wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that sh** ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you n***as Prepare for cla** Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps (Banks) Word to my mother n***a 50 f**in Cent n***a G-Unit n***a We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall n***as better know Yall n***as better fear us n***a Word to my mother n***a f** yall n***as wanna do 1 2 4 n***a G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks n***a Bllllatttt