Lloyd Banks - The Get Back (Southside In The House) lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - The Get Back (Southside In The House) lyrics

[Intro:] It's that Coke n***a... That raw and uncut cut n***a... Yeah... It's a Two G Thing... Southside in the houseee... Grimey n***a on deck, more s**, more money, more sket We on it n***a, what I'm gon' buy next, more lane cars White diamonds on my neck, take it you want it n***a... [Chorus:] Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya You won't live to play another n***a Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop n***a run up on me wrong a n***a gon' get popped Yeah, we throwin' money in the air For n***az 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 Cla** 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** a n***a 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 d**h 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**h 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***a Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop n***a run up on me wrong a n***a gon' get popped Yeah, we throwin' money in the air For them n***az 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***az, n***az pop kiss then speak, b**hes line 'em up sweet Chickens call me cool, my n***az call me collect I call it how I see it The Notorious Threat n***a I'm lappin', n***az joggin', while you bloggin' Two million dollar home and you been late on your apartment, your rent I'm sparkin' Moe' pissin', dirty n***a, call me "Mr. Make The Numbers Match" Ain't nothin' wrong with my arithma Tick my sh** 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** is you n***a [Chorus:] Keep playin' 'round with the team I bet what goes around come and get ya You won't live to play another n***a Stupid, my heart don't pump a soft drop n***a run up on me wrong a n***a gon' get popped Yeah, we throwin' money in the air For them n***az 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***az can't do me nothin'... I got a whole bunch of money... I'll erase ya'll for frontin'...

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