50banks lyrics

[50 Talking]

Yeah come on now

Y`all gonna make fifty mad

And you dont wanna see me mad



[50]

I keep hearin` niggas is happy, the D`s come, niggas wit guns

When I`m out on bail, ridin` wit` some new ones

My homey told me to snitch the style up

Got 4 cats sent to jail, cause i told the cops

Now i gotta new diamond watch, and i wear vests on the block

I`ma snitch till im rich and theres no changin that

I used to sold crack?have to be a fool to believe that

They got my wearin vests and now im wearing them all the time

Did you just do a crime?Fifty`s droppin the dime

When i get in jail the cops lemme right out

Cause i snitched on my best friend (eminem saying "thats right")

It don`t take long, for my snitchin to sink in



[Chorus - repeat 2X]

You`re thicker than water

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa

You`re thicker than water

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa

You`re thicker than water

Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa

You can be a Blood or a Crip

Nigga, you bitch

Follow Me



[Tony Yayo]

I`m in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo` five

Y`all niggas wanna die?

I got a love affair, wit` violence and guns

When I got O`d up, my heart turned colder

That`s why the mac react like a king cobra

Now I`m jumpin` out of Rovers, in Gucci loafers

Y`all niggas wanna stun? I`ll bury you cockroaches

Gimme one year, in this industry

I`ll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country



[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks]

Still walk around wit` the hammer boss

Rope and a cross

Hard times`ll make a lil` nigga hate Santa Claus

Your mountains is high, holdin` in Diana Ross

I`m like a 2003 banana Porsche

I don`t gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut

My team in the cutt, packin` middle things

I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento Kings

It`s 8 class karats in the border

I poke holes in plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder

I`m a savage on your daughter

She ain`t in the college dorm

Then I guess I`m squirtin` on the cabin that you bought her

I`m a heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter

Brown colored from shit, he established in the water

You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan base

Just `cause you pour syrup on shit, don`t make it pancakes



[Chorus]
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