50/Banks

Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Uh, yeah G-Unit, uh Yeah, 50 Cent, uh Yo [Chorus 1: 50 Cent] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready I don't know If I spend a hundred grand on the beat, then we done bumped already Now here we go [Refrain: 50 Cent] Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo, doo (Pee-wee Herman) Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo, doo (Niggas look down to Pee Wee Herman) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] 50, lefty, no gun in my right palm Bronx niggas love me like they think I'm Mysonne (Woo) These rap niggas not like me, they too soft (Yeah) Get shot down, I get up and shake the shit off You know white collar crooks do juggs on laptops (Uh-huh) Real niggas snatch Glocks and run up in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and Glocks in palm (Uh-huh) Danger, ring the alarm Kiss the ring of the Don I conquer like Genghis Kahn When I say it's on, it's on (God damn) I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you And watch you bleed out that lil' bit of thug in you You don't wan' bump heads with me and get hit up You? You ain't got what it take to fuckin' get up Holler niggas names on records, that shit is played out But holler mine in your next line and get laid out [Chorus 2: 50 Cent] My jewels look so good and my chain is so heavy I don't know If I should stunt for these hoes again 'cause I did that already Now here we go (Lloyd Banks) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me that's my spot I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (Yeah) Been hungry since a lil' nigga, weed in my high top (Woo) Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (Uh huh) I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front Back when Jordan was flyin' and Ewing could dunk Of course you could fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then Me on the other hand? Don Bishop and Pimp King (G-Unit) I'm runnin' from a digital Munster I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster My name is poppin' and I ain't been at it long My neck's sixteen and made Flex drop a Bin Laden bomb (G-Unit) I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop (Uh-huh) Since Life After Death and that 2Pac shit drop I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and a rich pop Who wear masterpieces? Our watch don't tick-tock I'm cleanin' out my six shot, watchin' the Knicks flop Damn near the whole day I'm passin' the green That's how my bedroom look like the World Trade after the scene (Smokin') On the news, hijack, bus passenger scream (Yeah) I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers The uzi'll have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (Damn, dude) [Outro: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Damn dude (Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo, doo) What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat, man? (Doo, doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo) Hahaha Yeah