Lloyd Banks - Air Your Ass Out lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We in the '64, air horn blowing at my enemies Bulletproof cap, I ain't going out like Kennedy 50 got my fanbase growing out in Tennessee I'm getting so much head it's drawing out my energy I'm touring now, I need enough weed to pa** around Somewhere around a half a pound of that Manhattan brown b**h, I'm gonna sell records, I got a platinum sound Ranned into half the town bandana wrapped around Nah, we ain't got no manners And as far as the clips you know how gorillas feel about bananas Acknowledge whenever we round And as far as bouncing back I'm like Ben Wallace on the rebound You still spending 10 dollars on your weed, clown You might lose your dick, it's all kind of disease now They ain't OG's, they grumpy, old men Riding 'round in a chunky old Benz, n***a, those ends I'm not the type to fall in love, make your hoes friends I turn a friend to a ho, spend all the dough n***as'll start fighting by the end of the show I got 30 n***as on stage and 10 in the row, ya know [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Get ya gun, we gon' come for you, we'll lay ya a** out The shells hit you knees, split ya, there's blood all on your couch Didn't think n***as would really run up in your house Hog tying ya mutherf**ing kids and ya spouse b**h, give us the mutherf**ing money and we out This 45th shell'll tear a f**ing hole in ya blouse Waiting for me to have a change of heart, you a**ed out k** every motherf**er up in this b**h and stamp out n***a, this is pressure, punks respect pressure Catch ya stunting in something I want and I'll get ya Go 'head ride through ya strip in your Benz on chrome See if I won't run up in your motherf**ing home They say money make the world go 'round I've seen my knife work, I turn a clown smile to a frown Squeeze and watch the barrel spin on the trey pound I'm a G-Unit gorilla, n***as know how I get down