sunshine calling to me. As the people rush on by you, I will move myself aside you, Link arms like policemen in a chain, Keep ourselves inside the line, I need you
Traduction: Tony Banks. By You.
swear, in a spot that's low key You niggaz don't know me, you so baloni You play in the pig pen, I hang where the folks be We don't talk to police, leave that to you
shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] You can catch
the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks
[50 Cent] I wanna be the reason you smile after you wipe ya tears The reason you have the courage to confront ya fears The reason there's two karats in
what you want, you want dope, you want coke Order what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a 4 You feelin' hot and
Banks Tony Yayo, nigga Hey what up, nigga You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2 Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me rush you
You aint stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun
out in Sydney (uh-huh!) Stampeed the rececption they give me. (whooo!) [explode] {HAHA! } 7-60 - you try to play meeee The blood will flow faster than the OJ. (crazy!) {LLOYD BANK$! } Bank$! - You
my own thang You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn I'm doin' my thang [ Lloyd Banks ] When I'm knockin' you down, no one can save ya
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) [50 Cent:] Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk
me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You know
-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! P-p-p-p Unit You pussy ass nigga! Who the snitch? You the snitch Who the bitch? You
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
the Lac And half on the dub sac If you smokin then hit it and pass it to the left If you ain't got nothing on it homie you smoking stress Niggas see me