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letra de pimp - lloyd banks

[intro: 50 cent]
yeah, g-unit, man
50 cent, man, it’s goin’ down, ya heard me?

[verse 1: 50 cent]
yo, wise came home far rock edge, man, i figured i’d drop in (woo!)
bless him with a lil’ short change to go shoppin’ (uh-huh)
buzzer don’t work
elevator sh-tty, staircase p-ssy, his sister ran out huggin’ on a n-gga, she missed me (what?)
momma living room, he sipped cristy till he was p-ssy (woo!)
told ’em n-ggas tried to blaze me last night but they missed me
in the cl, some n-ggas wet the driver side door (uh-huh)
i had my vest on, i put the f-ckin’ pedal to the floor (ahhhh!)
her son facin’ her for a less [?] [?] hurtin’
they be hollerin’ like, “50, let us put some work in”
today’s a nice day if it’s a nice night, somebody gon’ die
it is what it is, my n-gga, why ask why?
see i stay in some sh-t in the street
but the n-ggas uptown love me like they love pistol pete, ya heard me?

[interlude: 50 cent]
haha, haha
brraaaat!
y’all n-ggas eat that, n-gga
live with that (hahahahah)
i ain’t even got to go hard for these n-ggas, man
y’all n-ggas take that, live with that
young! lloyd! banks!
haha
g-unit!
[verse 3: lloyd banks & 50 cent, both]
i had my eyes on that mascara, mami, maybelline queen
dolce gabana, fergano gettin’ choked in the sauna, she had a
dot on her face like madonna, dressed like she date a designer
look so good, i spend a day with her mama (woo!)
[?] a break her, bring her, beat her, eat a plate of lasagna (uh-huh)
grab some paper, bring the heater case it’s haters behind ya (ahh!)
they call me bandana bank$, baby, i clap your only homie then i’m through with her
go holla at macaroni tony (yayyyy yo!)
in the back with a few cup of henny, baggy pants to tuck the semi, case you get too f-ckin’ friendly
my clique is tough as any, stop playin’, i don’t trick (haha!) a penny, get your own sh-t
callin’ me with questions’ll only get you a phone cl!ck, b-tch! (b-tch)
yeah!

[outro: 50 cent & lloyd banks]
ayo banks, man
g-unit n-gga
hahahaha
ay man, i know the b-tch too, man
smartest sh-t ever came out her mouth was my d-ck
i’m a motherf-ckin’ p.i.m.p., b-tch
hahahaha
get used to it, you know i’m sayin’
b-tch can’t get a motherf-cking thing outta me but some conversation, ya heard me
this’ll help you
you know deal with your emotions but you could get your ass down on that track b-tch
and get my motherf-ckin’ money
hahahaha

- lloyd banks

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