歌詞: G-Unit. Banks Workout.

I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin' change you move I'll blow your brains

These niggaz don't really want war
They just walk around frontin'
'Cause I walk around stuntin'
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for

If you really want somethin' we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said master
Fuck livin' positive, 'cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car

'Cause big hits come flyin' through ya door like Casper
I'm smokin' out the jar jar scopin' out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin' out the bra
Not the type to go spark metal in

Start thinkin' you gangsta 'cause you hit a park yellow van
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, till you get cuffed and start tellin' damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I'm done wit her

It'll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it god damn
You only gon wind up dead tryin' to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick
I gotta have bucks on the waist

I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass
Remember I'm a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped

The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple
I know you wanna pop me but but

If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send sparks at you and I don't mean Emilio or Bubba
I'm aimin' for a video cover, huge tall bustas

A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G Unit's what's up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga

You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a starter
You still gotta beg a hoe, hoe
And you mad 'cause you blowin' on oregano
You niggaz'll never blow

Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don't know a thing about hair stylin' but I can make a finger weave
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly

I'm about to get this deal shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka Seltzer pill
I ain't loud around a snitch
I don't crowd around a btich

The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips
Niggaz can't stand the fact that I'm real

I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best
Bacardi at the chest
I'm similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk

Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty, salty

Blowin' steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me

I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down

We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains

Yea Lloyd Banks nigga what's up nigga?
It's 50 nigga you fuckin' wit him right?
I know you fuckin' wit him 'cause I said you fuckin' wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga

What's up nigga? What the fuck
I hear niggaz hollerin' that keep it real and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin' all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin' nigga

Whats up nigga? Anytime nigga
I don't give a fuck if it's 4 in the afternoon
Nigga any where you see me nigga lets go