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Текст песни Lloyd Banks f Young Buck - Work Magic

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[LB] I`m gon` ride! {*repeat 2X*}[LB] They gon` ride![LB] We all gon` ride![Lloyd Banks]I`ve come from the heart of South SideHoldin it down for my niggaz that diedI gotta dizzy bird on my sidePop shit and get your whole mouth wired[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]Baby that`s right stay off the payrollI have niggaz scrapin the skin off your facewith the same shit that peel the potatoesI thank the Lord for my blessings, and I`m glad he gave usThe willpower, and the reflexes of Larry DavisYou don`t wanna see my block forminThat`s a hundred and one dawgsAnd I don`t mean the ones with the spots on `emWe`re respected highlyCause you ain`t gotta practice gymnastics to catch a bodyMe and money`s like Whitney, next to BobbyIf I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobbyAs soon as you ain`t around Jake, you get your ass whippedfor chips, now that`s the real definition of poundcakeI got the crown snake, and you can tell when I`m shoppinCause when the mall stampedin you feel the ground shakeI got a car I only drive on ThursdaysI`m a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays[Chorus: Lloyd Banks - repeat 2X]Looka here, ain`t nobody `round here scaredI`m headed for the top, and I`m almost thereOh yeah! Shiny shit right hereI work magic and make you niggaz dissapear[Verse Two: Young Buck]You know how I gets down, this pound hold six roundsI told you I`d be back bitch, talk that shit now!You hear that fo`-fifth sound, duck when I spit roundsCause this ain`t Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks nowWe ain`t got shit down here but dope and guns for saleYou get your head cracked, then niggaz don`t run and tellIt`s like we sell crack, get caught head back to jailWe on that "Fuck the Police" shit, we`re livin in hellYou better guard your grill homey and stand your groundThese bullets burn, they hit whoever`s standin aroundI never learned, even after I took a couple shotsI just got me some Band-Aids, and bought a couple glocksHad to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocksOnce they hear that 12 gauge, that`s when the trouble stopsIf it`s beef then I`m ready to rideJust come to Ca$hville, you can find me on the South SideMotherfucker![Chorus][Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]Now I ain`t from Michigan, but I`m in the Fab FiveYou know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin nameWhether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grindCussin without a line, a lot of suckers cameYeah you talkin shit, but we can all tell he assJazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly massYou gotta blast me yo, cause the Louisville`llhave your head lookin like the top of a pistachioThe young gunner with the raspy flowGot every boyfriend, thinkin they girlfriend`s a nasty hoMy heart laugh and it`s small, maybe it`s causemy grandpop dropped, right after the ballBanks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof thatBulletproof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk youI got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulderThe 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker![Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Geah, haha.. motherfucker! 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, nigga

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