Lloyd Banks - Air Your Ass Out (feat. 50 Cent) | Текст песни

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[Lloyd Banks:]
We in the 6.4 air horn blowing at my enemies
Bulletproof cap I ain't going out like kennedy
50 got my fan base growing out in Tennessee
I'm getting so much head it's drawing out my energy
I'm touring now, I need enough weed to pass around
Somewhere around a half a pound of that manhatten brown
Bitch I'm going sell records I gotta platinum sound
Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around
Nah we ain't got no manners
And as far as the clips
You know how gorillas feel about bananas
Acknowledge whenever we round
And as far as bouncing back
I'm like ben Wallace on the rebound
You still spendin 10 dollars on your weed clown
You might lose your dick it's all kinda disease now
They ain't og's they grumpy old men
Riding round in a chunky old benz nigga no sins
I'm not the type fall in love make your hoe's friends
I turn a friend to a hoe spend all the dough
Niggaz I'l start fighting by the end of the show
I got 30 niggaz on stage and 10 in the row, ya know

[50 Cent:]
Get ya gun we gon come for you or lay ya ass out
The shells hit knees split ya bood all on your couch
Ya didn't think niggaz would really run up in your house
Hog tying ya muthafucking kids and ya spouse
Bitch give us the muthafucking money and we out
This 4.5th shell il blow a fucking hole in ya blouse
Wait for me to have a change of heart you ass out
Kill every muthafucker in this bitch and stamp out

Nigga this is pressure, punks respect pressure
Catch ya stunitin something I want and I get ya
Go head ride through ya strip in your benz on chrome
See if I won't run up in your muthafucking home
They say money make the world go round
Iv seen my knife work turn a clown, smile to a frown
Squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the tre pound
I'm a g-unit gorilla niggaz know how I get down
Bitch

50
G g g g g gg g g g gg g g g-unit
Nigga I'm unstoppable

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