Lloyd Banks - Cashing In lyrics

[gunshot] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh! I'm back! {MO MONEY!} Gang Green! {PART 3!} Yeah! {"CA$HING IN"!} Yeah! [Verse 1:] Yo' boy's sick! - So move or the germ might touch ya I'm at the rucker! - Burning them trees up like Usher. (whoo!) When I teach you how to rap fam' - I'm in that black van (uh!) Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman. {NONE STOP} Who gives a f**k if it's our brawl (uh!) 'Cause my dog got the windows from the 24 hours store. (sh**!) I'm on the verge of flippin' Lord send me a sign! -'Fore I empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'! [gunshot] Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken! (uh!) - Whoever you send - I'm a rip 'em! (g'eah!) I'm added to {DAMN!} society! - Mainly with' my system. Run and put em' in the truck - like a kidnapping victim. (uh-huh!) I'm papa so they pushin' me harder! My a**ociates got interior motives like - wishin' his father. (uh-'uh!) I figure! - I rather play with' these blades before I pa** Build a ballcourt! - And go buy Bentleys to go to crash! (3RD!) I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines (yeah!) And I compliment my momma with pedacures and wind. (whattup ma'?) I'm line from line, the rap Einstein! Pound for pound (uh!) I'm Tyson (uh!) - A.K.A (uh!) Icyin'. (whoo!) {Whooooo!} Message for the record I ain't sleepin' for a second. (uh!) So even if I make it there's a tool under the pillow. {GOD-... } [gun co*ks] I'm brought up! {DAMN!} - To the V with' a poolish from the window, I'm a smoker! - So the brokas won't leave us with the Indo. (oooooooooooohhh!) [gunshot] {Whoooo!} I'm always with' a pair! - 'Fore the crew looks for the bimbo, A dead meats in your daughter, I'll f** her and won't support her. (uh-huh!) I'm matching on the pedal Smile from ear to ear; middle finger in the air - before I catch her eye! (f** you n***a!) Keep rydin' behind your tens f**! (f**!) n***as don't know; no better. - They'll rob you for the Rhinestones and your pimp cup. They goin' off if we say: "n***az is runnin' off from my buzz. - Faster than Jamaicans in the relay." I'm blowin' the Kush! - Driving lazy in the lane Yelling money ain't a fame, (uh!) like Jay-Z (uh!) and Jermaine. (uh!) {HAHA!} About 80 (uh!) on the chain (uh!) like Brady (uh!) with' the aim (uh!) I'm the same! - Whether the Mercedes or the train. (OOH! OOH!) And I may be on a plane - by the end of the night. But it's aight throw; I might throw! - I'm rich off a mic hoe! (uh-huh!) {Whooooo! } My stamina's low - X-Rated is my type so I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go. Living room! Dining room! (uh!) Bedroom! (uh!) Bathroom! (uh!) Upstairs! (uh!) Nuts smared, all over your Sasoon. (ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!) {NONE STOP!} Ya on that fly sh**! - That SouthSide sh**! Thet I'm a sell on these 10 million before I die sh**. (SouthSiiide!) [shot] I'm from the block; where the heafers be. (uh!) To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see. (ha!) And being gangsta ain't enough - a lil' n***a that's stuntin', Will put a k**a in a box like Chuck! - CH'EAH! [gunshot] {Whoooooooooooo!}