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Lloyd Banks G S Up

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks] G's up to every hood and every crew (yeah) Supposed to have your gun 'round you And I.. claim G Unit 'till I die Got it down

a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round

never ever seen good trick You want a problem, start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) start it up (vroom vroom) wait a minute [x2] [Lloyd Banks

You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too hot Up in

weren't the same man Flyin' by the sky like Starscream T.B.S. & G-Unit! Fuck all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G

laugh It's not a big deal it's nothing but some cash, let's go Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This

issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely open up

money" on the table layin' underneath the flo' S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope

Banks: Uh uh uh / turn me up Lloyd: Wuddup Lloyd? Banks: Ah ah ah? Lloyd: Hahaha Banks: Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! Lloyd: Long time in the making huh??? Banks: