Work Magic

[LB] I`m gon` ride! {*repeat 2X*}<br>[LB] They gon` ride!<br>[LB] We all gon` ride!<br><br>[Lloyd Banks]<br>I`ve come from the heart of South Side<br>Holdin it down for my niggaz that died<br>I gotta dizzy bird on my side<br>Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired<br><br>[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]<br>Baby that`s right stay off the payroll<br>I have niggaz scrapin the skin off your face<br>with the same shit that peel the potatoes<br>I thank the Lord for my blessings, and I`m glad he gave us<br>The willpower, and the reflexes of Larry Davis<br>You don`t wanna see my block formin<br>That`s a hundred and one dawgs<br>And I don`t mean the ones with the spots on `em<br>We`re respected highly<br>Cause you ain`t gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body<br>Me and money`s like Whitney, next to Bobby<br>If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby<br>As soon as you ain`t around Jake, you get your ass whipped<br>for chips, now that`s the real definition of poundcake<br>I got the crown snake, and you can tell when I`m shoppin<br>Cause when the mall stampedin you feel the ground shake<br>I got a car I only drive on Thursdays<br>I`m a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays<br><br>[Chorus: Lloyd Banks - repeat 2X]<br>Looka here, ain`t nobody `round here scared<br>I`m headed for the top, and I`m almost there<br>Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here<br>I work magic and make you niggaz dissapear<br><br>[Verse Two: Young Buck]<br>You know how I gets down, this pound hold six rounds<br>I told you I`d be back bitch, talk that shit now!<br>You hear that fo`-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds<br>Cause this ain`t Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now<br>We ain`t got shit down here but dope and guns for sale<br>You get your head cracked, then niggaz don`t run and tell<br>It`s like we sell crack, get caught head back to jail<br>We on that "Fuck the Police" shit, we`re livin in hell<br>You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground<br>These bullets burn, they hit whoever`s standin around<br>I never learned, even after I took a couple shots<br>I just got me some Band-Aids, and bought a couple glocks<br>Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks<br>Once they hear that 12 gauge, that`s when the trouble stops<br>If it`s beef then I`m ready to ride<br>Just come to Ca$hville, you can find me on the South Side<br>Motherfucker!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]<br>Now I ain`t from Michigan, but I`m in the Fab Five<br>You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin name<br>Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind<br>Cussin without a line, a lot of suckers came<br>Yeah you talkin shit, but we can all tell he ass<br>Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass<br>You gotta blast me yo, cause the Louisville`ll<br>have your head lookin like the top of a pistachio<br>The young gunner with the raspy flow<br>Got every boyfriend, thinkin they girlfriend`s a nasty ho<br>My heart laugh and it`s small, maybe it`s cause<br>my grandpop dropped, right after the ball<br>Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that<br>Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk you<br>I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder<br>The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker!<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Lloyd Banks]<br>Geah, haha.. motherfucker! I`m here, yeah!<br>Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g<br>G-Unit!!! Money by any means, nigga