歌手:Lloyd Banks
专辑:《The Hunger For More》

作曲 : Brown, Lloyd, Shermer
I'm gon' ride,
I'm gon' ride
They gon' ride!
We all gon' ride!
I've come from the heart of
South Side
Holdin' it down for my ******z that died
I gotta dizzy bird on my side
Pop ************t and get your whole mouth wired
Baby that's right, stay off the payroll
I have ******z scrapin' the skin off your face
With the same ************t that peel the potatoes
I thank the
Lord for my blessings and
I'm glad he gave us
The willpower and the reflexes of
Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin'
That's a hundred and one dawgs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected highly'
Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and money's like
Whitney, next to
BobbyIf I bring all my ******z
I need an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't around
JakeYou get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crown snake
And you can tell when
I'm shoppin''
Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake
I got a car
I only drive on
ThursdaysI'm a stunner,
Banks blows more cake than birthdays
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
You know how
I gets down, this pound hold six rounds
I told you
I'd be back ************, talk that ************t now!
You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when
I spit rounds'
Cause this ain't
Beverly Hills, you in the
Bricks now
We ain't got ************t down here but **** and guns for sale
You get your head cracked, then ******z don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail
We on that '
****** the police' ************t, we're livin' in hell
You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground
These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around
I never learned even after
I took a couple shots
I just got me some
Band-Aids and bought a couple
GlocksHad to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops
If it's beef then
I'm ready to ride, just come to
CashvilleYou can find me on the
South Side, mother******!
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
Now I ain't from
Michigan but
I'm in the
Fab FiveYou know
Yayo and 50,
Buck and Game, you know my ******' name
Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind
Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah you talkin' ************t, but we can all tell he ass
Jazz and black his eyes like the
R. Kelly mass
You gotta blast me yo, 'cause the
Louisville'll
Have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with the raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho
My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's 'cause
My grand pop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel when you hot, they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder
The 3-5-7 tucker, mother******!
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top and
I'm almost there
Oh yeah! ************ny ************t right here
I work magic and make you ******z disappear
Geah, haha, mother******,
I'm here, yeah
Lloyd Banks,
G-g-g, G-g-g,
G-g-g, G-g-g,
G-g-gG-Unit!
Money by any means, ******