Ripping at the soul Scratching it for more Ripping at the soul Unattainable goal Giving into sin Getting out of pain Burning in the sun I'm drowing in
straight points We over here hustlin, we over here grindin You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you Rap bout me and a nigga might fine you Banana
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This is my hustle, nigga don't knock me You need some shit with banana clips to try and stop me I'M THE ONE [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the
last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped Now all I got is two 380's and a nine Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin' [Chorus - repeat 2X
day Bear lovin whoever got cheddar to pay Ball like no trick ass, them shakers if I tip I be drunk, in the club, smokin sticky cat nip Slip, as if a banana
[Chorus 2x] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness
-ruggish (It's that Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone...) [Lay] And the whole world love it, we gon' give it to 'em like, like! [Hook - 2X] [Lay] Round and
bounce [Chorus 2x:] Heavy rotation on every channel From Cali down to Atlanta You love him, hate him, no matter I got ya'll (ok) Lifestyle's bananas
could do with your lipstick gloss. Put it on my dick 'til the tip looks orange. Bitch, keep going! - Bitch, keep going! [Chorus] [Outro:] Banana... Banana... Banana... [beat fades out] Banana... Banana
the slugs To grievence and the crying and intimate hugs We don't take you serious nigga you shook, You're half of a half wieght crook nigga get off X
gashes strapped to a soakin mattress Coke and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas
to the slugs To the greivance and the cryin' and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious nigga you shook you half of a half-way crook, get off X
I.) [E] When we touch down [Chorus: E = Eminem; T = T.I.] [T] In the midwest we okay E'rybody know them southern boys love that bass [E] Atlanta go bananas
I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me. One time, new Diaz. (that's right) Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4] Tell them
