Scram Jones - Work Magic lyrics

[Intro] I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride They gon' ride, we all gon' ride I've come from the heart of South Side Holdin' it down for my n***as that died I gotta busy bird on my side Pop sh** and get your whole mouth wired [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Baby had tried to steal off the payroll I'll have n***as scrappin' the skin off yo face With the same sh** they peel the potatoes I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us The willpower and reflexes of Larry Davis You don't wanna see my block formin' That's a hundred and one doggs And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em We're respected highly Cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby If I bring all my n***as, I'll need an extra lobby As soon as you ain't around jake You get your a** whipped for chips Now that's the real definition of poundcake I got the crown, snake, and you can tell when I'm shopping Cause when the mall stampedin', you feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays I'm a stunna, Banks blows more cake than birthdays [Hook: Lloyd Banks] x2 Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeeuh, this shiny sh** right here I'll work magic and make you n***as disappear [Verse 2: Young Buck] You know how I gets down, this pound holds six rounds I told ya I'd be back b**h, talk that sh** now! You hear that fo'-fif sound; duck when I spit rounds Cause this ain't Beverly Hills; you in the bricks now We ain't got sh** down here but dope and guns for sale You get your head cracked and n***as don't run and tell It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail We on that "f** the police" sh**, we livin' in hell You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground These bullets burn, they hit whoever's 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 If it's beef, then I'm ready to ride Just come to Cashville, you can find me on the South Side Motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my f**in' name Whether the truck or train, my mind's stuck on the grind Cause somewhere down the line, a lot of s**ers came Yeah, ain't talkin' sh** but we can all tell he a** Jabs will black his eyes like the R. Kelly mask You gotta blast me, 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' their girlfriend's a nasty ho My heart laughin' it's small Maybe it's cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulder Chain big as a boulder The 3-5-7 tucker Motherf**er [Hook] Yeeuh, haha Motherf**er I'm here... yeeuh Lloyd Banks! G-G G-G G-G G-G G-G G-Unit! Money by any means... n***a