The Work Out Pt. 4
(专辑: Mo Money In The Bank 4: Gang Green Season - 2006)
I
hear alot of talking DAMN! Niggas must be mad at Bank$! Ah you bitch ass niggas! Y'all niggas love talking I
just smile on my dude! Y'all can catch me But there's only one problem, niggas ain't as bad as Bank$ On the
top of the
newboard this summer! Yeah nigga! Punchline kid is back! Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! New York City stand the
fuck up, man! Yeah Yeah! – Go get ya camera man! (yeah!) – That's a
Lambo' fam. (yeah!) Gun in the
safe, the
same one from Rambo hand. DAMN! I
got a
pack of? – You know whatever chedda! (huuh?) Flying my New York hoe in – cause her head is better. (uh!) COME ON! I
said I'd never sweat her (nah!) – well I
guess I
lied (lied!) She suck the
ghost outta a
nigga and I'm petrified. (uh!) You niggas nuthing but roaches – hit the
pesticide I
spray lil', you roll around GOD-... in ya neck and die. DAMN! I'm the
nicest out Look at the
ring you hear the
price and pout – every 16th I
ice 'em out. (bling!) Whoooo! 50 sold 11 mill' brought Tyson house (uh!) And mine to, cross dude and the
knife come out I
can't wait to see you bricks on the
side stretch Bunch a
holes in ya like the
bricks in the
projects Kefflon whips rubber grips for the
nonsense Conscience – of the
consequences, obnoxious. ('Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyy!) YO! And we can ride all night Somebody might come get 'em. – tie his bandana on too tight. (uh!) Whoooo! You can book 'em short notice, I'm a
sell out in the
night The
car won't get me there – but the
helicopter might. (yeah!) COME ON! I
bring all the
toys out let the
clip go shit The
whip so new – even the
bird shit don't stick. (whoooo!) HAHA! I
got a
hell of a
system sound travel 3
blocks (yeaah?) Bulletproof doors and all you can eat tops. (uh!) Running out to me, Whoooo! I
only need the
funerals I
button all you niggas up like Jay-Z I
smoke for free when I'm out in DC DAMN! VVS's is in my ear – clearer than HD. GET BACK! I
don't know why he walk around with my logo he ain't me (ain't me!) Bragging 'bout the
millions of dollars you ain't see. (ain't see!) Gimme ammo in a
jammy! (uh!) – my hand over a
Grammy (uh!) Whoooooooooooooooooooo 2
cribs, that's why I
ship the
Lambo' in Miami. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! Please, ain't trying to be in a
jam over the
panties (uh-uh!) They love 'em when I
leave 'em for the
very same reason. (Lenna!) HAHA! One nigga started. – A
couple niggas followed Now they all can't eat like the
Next Top Model (Top Model!) New York City boy but they love me in Chicago (RUN!) A
lil more in Philly from here to Atlantic City. (yeah!) MONEY WRONG! I
flip flop smoking around, 6
drop cruising the
town. (yeeah!) 6
shot ruger the
pound with Hip-Hop screwing Whoooooo! Them now. (yeah!) Nah I
don't give a
fuck Joe Pesci flow (uh!) Might win another Vibe award if they let me go. (lemme go!) I'm like royalty a
muthafucking king (haha!) When I
move she move! – Like a
puppet on a
string. SHA MONEY! 50 karats on the
bracelet a
couple on the
ring. (yeah!) My treasure chest is a
mess, a
bucket full of bling. (yeah!) I'm the P
cut boy I
tuck 'em in the
whole piece You mutherfuckas is lucky, I
don't wear gold teeth! COME ON! I
hear alot of talking these niggas they mad at Bank$ I
bet they'll keep on talking, after this shot they be telling the
chicks. HAHA! My niggas they get it popping find-out CAN'T FORGET... when we at ya wake JESSIE! You and you in your coffin, damn you PAULYNNE! Made a
big mistake. Whoooooooo! YEAH! It's 50 nigga! Y'all niggas know whassup! Lloyd Bank$! The
changing of the
cards! HAHA! I'll be back nigga... I'll just fall back! Feel what I'm sayin'? It's Bank$ turn nigga! NOW WATCH THIS! YOU HEAR THAT? Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! HAHA! That's the
money machine! Boop, boop, boop! You hear that?... That's the
money truck backing up! HAHA! It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga! You should already know? !
You gonna eat with the
Unit Or you gonna eat a
can of sardines! Haha! DAMN!