Banks Workout Ii Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I Been problem since the old days tims and gold caps 

now im in oj simpson throwbacks 

you all was wonderin where my ass been 

probally vacatin in south beach gettin head like ass 

breathin through gas i can let the tech pound ur ego 

lock you in the closet with the westnile mosquito 

the press crowd the people espicially celebritys heavily shittin any tom dick or gregory 

nigga you better be strappin 

they want you dead if you rappin 

iam tryin to cave your head in you backin 

iam gettin bread and relaxin 

and attractin the fan base of females and emails and letters to fax in 

in vegas with a toaster n a blunt 

and the hotel i checked in got a roller coaster in the front 

hollerin poster when i stunt the sammy sosa of the month 

better yet the whole seas and nigga iam still breathin even though my dollars are green 

i rap for the kids thats to poor to waste eggs on halloween 

iam gettin swallow clean 

my habits are good collectin all the carrots i could 

slidin from the stash box to conceal extortion 

and a good silencer to make it sound like the wheel of fortune 

all this careless talkin cause im travelin and flossin 

havin a good time and u havin a abortion 

you sucker for love gettin married and divorced than 

you cant even afford the batteries 4 ur walkman 

man im out the hood burnin cali weed on slauson when set trip can turn to tragedys and coffins 

i mean what im sayin you schemin iam sprayin ur team isnt playin 

on the sofa screamin and and prayin sayin 

gunit niggas be rollin crazy holdin 80s older ladies starin cause they starin at he gold mercedes 

since 50 hooked up with shady 

now they tryin to brook up to pay me 

if u think iam shook up u crazy baby 

the boy strapped two ninas 

smokin out a bag big enough to fit in vaccum cleaners 

i wear a glove when i blaze a fatty, 

i aint ur baby daddy, u flippin 

now he tryin to grab me out that navy caddie, i aint ur avy, 

poppa was a rollin stone, 

stockin up the hona home, 

pocket full of loaded chrome, 

drop n get a hold a dome, 

i know ur motive homes, 

u mad cause im fuckin half ur motorolla phone, 

im swift with the wemon im good wit my words, alota, 

niggas is hatin on what i deserve im hotta, 

front if u want end up on the curb in ur prada, 

and ur mans runnin ambulance come, 

another day another dollar on the low from the impala 

i can have a six some in my shower, mother fucka! 

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