album: Hunger for more (2004)
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I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea) 
I come from the heart of southside (yea) 
holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea) 
I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) 
pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] 

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll 
ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face 
with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo) 
i thank the lord for my blessings 
and im glad he gave us the will power 
and reflexes of larry davis (ohh) 
you dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) 
thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em 
were respected highly 
'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) 
me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) 
if i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh) 
as soon as you aint around jake (jake) 
you getcha ass whipped for chips 
now thats the real definition of poundcake 
i got the crownsnake 
and you can tell when im shoppin 
'cause when the mall stampedin' 
you'll feel the ground shake 
i got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha) 
im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays 

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks] 
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

[Verse 2: Young Buck] 

You know how i gets down 
this pound hold six rounds 
i told you i'd be back bitch 
talk that shit now 
you hear that fo fif sound 
duck when i spit rounds 
'cause this aint beverly hills 
you in the bricks now 
we aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell 
you get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell 
its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail 
we on that fuck the police shit 
we livin in hell 
you betta guard yo grill homey 
and stand yo ground 
these bullets burn 
they hit whoevers standin around 
i never learn even after i took a couple shots 
i just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks 
had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks 
once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom) 
if its beef then im ready to ride just come to casheville 
you can find me on the southside (mothafucka) 

[Chorus] 
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] 

Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5 
you know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin name 
Whether the truck or train 
my minds stuck on the grind 
'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came 
yeahh aint talkin shit 
but we can all tell he ass 
jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah) 
you gotta blast me yo (yo) 
'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio 
the young gunner with a raspy flow 
got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe 
my heart laughin a small 
maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball 
banks hops out bulletproof this, 
bulletproof that, 
bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you 
i got the hood on my shoulda 
chain big as a boulder 
the 357 tucka 
mothafucka 

[Chorus] 
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared 
i'm headin for the top and im almost there 
oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here 
ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear 

yeeuhh (laughs) 
muthafucka 
im here.. yeeuh 
lloyd banks 
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!! 
money by any means...nigga 

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