Lloyd Banks - Work Magic Lyrics

Writer(s) : MARC SHEMER / DAVID BROWN / CHRISTOPHER LLOYD
Artist: Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride,
(yea)
I come from the heart of southside (yea)
Holdin' it down for my *****s that died (yea)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)
Pop **** and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
Ill have *****s scrappin' the skin off the ya face with the same
**** they peal a potato (whoo)
I thank the lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the
Will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (ohh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 doggs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highly
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body
(oh)
Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring all my *****s I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You getcha *** whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of pound cake
I got the crown snake
And you can tell when I'm shoppin' 'cause when the mall stampedin'
You'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna', banks blows more cake then birthdays

[Chorus]

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny **** right here
Ill work magic and make you *****s disappear

Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny **** right here
Ill work magic and make you *****s disappear

You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back *****
Talk that **** now
You hear that fo fif .45 sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverly hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got **** down here but dope and guns for sell
You get yo head cracked and *****s don't run and tell
Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that **** the police ****
We livin' in hell
You betta' guard yo grill homey
And stand yo ground
These bullets burn
They hit who evers standin' around
I never learn even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops
(boom)
If its beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to casheville you can find me on the south side
(**********a')

[Chorus]

Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my ****in' name
Whether the truck or train
My minds stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckas came
Yeah ain't talkin' ****
But we can all tell he ***
Jags are black his eyes like the are-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the Louisville will have yo head lookin' like the top of a
Pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriends a nasty hoe
My heart laughin' a small
Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs
Snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulda
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
**********a'

[Chorus]

Yeah
**********a'
I'm here, yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!
Money by any means, *****


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