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the get back (southside in the house) - lloyd banks lyrics

[intro:]
it’s that coke n-gg-…
that raw and uncut cut n-gg-…
yeah…
it’s a two g thing…

southside in the houseee…
grimey n-gg- on deck, more s-x, more money, more sket
we on it n-gg-, what i’m gon’ buy next, more lane cars
white diamonds on my neck, take it you want it n-gg-…

[chorus:]
keep playin’ ’round with the team i bet what goes
around come and get ya
you won’t live to play another n-gg-
stupid, my heart don’t pump a soft drop
n-gg- run up on me wrong a n-gg- gon’ get popped
yeah, we throwin’ money in the air
for n-gg-z that ain’t here, more power more fear
yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
no pressure, no worries, no cares…

[verse 1:]
pink champagne and blood spill as i count my next mill
frauds ballin’ out with counterfeits i counter that
with real
d-o-double l-a-r, s cl-ss chrome wheel
why you liffin’ up your heel, fancy tire, smoke peel
half of what you hear is real the other half just how
they feel
how the f-ck a n-gg- know the street and hardly play
the field
they sorry baby i don’t need a army just the steel
teal lambo peel, sweep your barbie off her tail
i’m shinin’ in near a town near you, y’nah how i do
in a fourteen hundred dollar shoe, powder blue
i am great, how are you
g unit guerilla flow straight outta the zoo ain’t no
way outta the crew
it’s darker on the other side and death around the
corner
ain’t a single soul exempt, keep my vest on with my
sonar
louie v bajama, burn all kinds of marijuana
life’s a big b-tch your honor can i deal with my own
karma

[chorus:]
keep playin’ ’round with the team i bet what goes
around come and get ya
you won’t live to play another n-gg-
stupid, my heart don’t pump a soft drop
n-gg- run up on me wrong a n-gg- gon’ get popped
yeah, we throwin’ money in the air
for them n-gg-z that ain’t here, more power more fear
yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
no pressure, no worries, no cares…

[verse 2:]
life is what you make it, make your money quiet, i
don’t diet
i just eat, get head and fall asleep
different path same street
pillows and buried n-gg-z, n-gg-z pop kiss then speak,
b-tches line ’em up sweet
chickens call me cool, my n-gg-z call me collect
i call it how i see it the notorious threat
n-gg- i’m lappin’, n-gg-z joggin’, while you bloggin’
two million dollar home and you been late on your
apartment, your rent i’m sparkin’
moe’ p-ssin’, dirty n-gg-, call me “mr. make the
numbers match”
ain’t nothin’ wrong with my arithma
tick my sh-t don’t tock them temper tantrums get you
trampled
they won’t do me in the barbershop, my barber got the
blam too
sticky weed and grand crew, tipsy in the tan coupe
you can’t wear that man shoe let’s put ’em back on
canned food
nuttin’ i can’t do, ain’t much i haven’t seen
who want his land blew, the f-ck is you n-gg-

[chorus:]
keep playin’ ’round with the team i bet what goes
around come and get ya
you won’t live to play another n-gg-
stupid, my heart don’t pump a soft drop
n-gg- run up on me wrong a n-gg- gon’ get popped
yeah, we throwin’ money in the air
for them n-gg-z that ain’t here, more power more fear
yeah, we fully loaded everywhere
no pressure, no worries, no cares…

[outro:]
i have dreams about the money
you haters can’t do me nothin’…
i got so much money
i’ll erase ya’ll for frontin’…
i have dreams about the money
n-gg-z can’t do me nothin’…
i got a whole bunch of money…
i’ll erase ya’ll for frontin’…

- lloyd banks lyrics

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