Lloyd Banks - Work Magic lyrics

(feat. Young Buck) 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 n***as that died (yea) I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) Pop sh** and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Baby had tried to steal off the payroll Ill have n***as scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same sh** 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 em Were 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 n***as ill need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you aint around jake (jake) You getcha a** whipped for chips Now thats the real definition of poundcake I got the crownsnake And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake I 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 there Oh yeeuh this shiny sh** right here Ill work magic and make you n***as dissappear Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared I'm headin for the top and im almost there Oh yeeuh this shiny sh** right here Ill work magic and make you n***as dissappear [Verse 2: Young Buck] You know how i gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you i'd be back b**h Talk that sh** now You hear that fo fif [.45] sound Duck when i spit rounds 'cause this aint beverly hills You in the bricks now We aint got sh** down here but dope and guns for sell You get yo head cracked and n***as dont run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that f** the police sh** We livin in hell You betta guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit whoevers standin around I never learn even after i took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom) If its beef then im ready to ride Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothaf**a) [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my f**in name Whether the truck or train My minds stuck on the grind 'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of s**as came Yeahh aint talkin sh** But we can all tell he a** Jags 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 pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe My heart laughin a small Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulda Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Mothaf**a [Chorus] Yeeuhh [laughs] Muthaf**a Im here.. yeeuh Lloyd banks G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!! Money by any means...n***a