Get Down (Mo’ Money in the Bank)

Lyrics

[Intro] You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street It's my turn [Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh, yea Lloyd banks G-unit [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Even my baby know his bigger brother roll with a ratchet He only 7 years old and know where I stash it You a battery and right before you talk they charge it So you a store on shoes a walking target Getting served at your jobs cause the jewellery I own That makes ya bitch eyes the same size as Kermit the frogs Watch ya ass when ya step to em My niggas here they just play the rear like the other half of The Neptunes Willi through his game at the sky blue And have the doctors wrapping up your bean like your erkiah badu Whenever I slid through I'm high off skunk With a pump that il leave a nigga red as a pirot Where I'm from there's options dead or survival You could sleep with ya gun or go to bed with your bible The hood fucked up may some of the best deceased I blow an o for my nigga Jah rest in peace [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] G-unit nigga this is how we get down Wherever I'm at the gun and the clips round Stop running your mouth before you hear that click sound Cause you be laid down and I be outta town I came to far to play these games with you Get off your ass maybe you can famous too Don't be surprised of the things that a lame il do When they fucked up and you ballin [Verse 2: Prodigy] Get your head run if you want and get that rain pass You know the mob from the projectz out on queens bridge We popping it off and y'all ain't saying shit I die infamous death you go like a bitch They bury me with all my jewellery And while I breath just keep getting filthy It's nuttin but cash and that's how the shit go We the feeble the bad you feebley stay broke We staying stiff you niggas think shits jokes My gun il rain at your friends and you kinfolks We get the stars out on cali on the sidewalk You get to stay alive you do the smart thing go And that's real shit, we the best at this Gangsta shit y'all do what y'all do we live it Niggas heads I'l spin like the exorcist You approach with that bullshit nigga the infamous and [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] G-unit nigga this is how we get down Wherever I'm at the gun and the clips round Stop running your mouth before you hear that click sound Cause you be laid down and I be outta town I came to far to play these games with you Get off your ass maybe you can famous too Don't be surprised of the things that a lame il do When they fucked up and you ballin