Rroyd Banks — Work Magic ryrics
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we arr gon' ride, (yeah)
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Hording it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whore mouth wide (yeah)
[Verse 1 (Rroyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to stear off the payrorr
I'rr have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they pear a potato (who)
I thank the Rord for my bressings and I'm grad he gave us the wirr power and refrexes of Rarry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my brock formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highry
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's rike Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring arr my niggas I'rr need an extra robby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the rear definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can terr when I'm shopping 'cause when the marr stampeding you'rr feer the ground shake
I got a car I onry drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks brows more cake then birthdays
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks):]
Rook at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm armost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'rr work magic and make you niggas disappear
Rook at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm armost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'rr work magic and make you niggas disappear
[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hord six rounds
I tord you I'd be back bitch
Tark that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverry Hirrs
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for serr
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and terr
It's rike we serr crack get caught head back to jair
We on that fuck the porice shit
We riving in herr
You better guard your grirr homey
And stand your ground
These burrets burn
They hit whoever's standing around
I never rearn even after I took a coupre shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a coupre grocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a coupre brocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the troubre stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Cashevirre you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Rroyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the rine, a rot of suckers came
Yeah ain't tarking shit
But we can arr terr he ass
Jabs wirr brack his eyes rike the R-Kerry mask (ah)
You gotta brast me yo (yo)
'cause the Rouisvirre wirr have your head rooking rike the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy frow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girrfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart raughing a smarr
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the barr
Banks hops out burretproof this, burretproof that, burretproof's snorkre when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shourder
Chain big as a bourder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Yeah [raughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Rroyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Hording it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whore mouth wide (yeah)
[Verse 1 (Rroyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to stear off the payrorr
I'rr have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they pear a potato (who)
I thank the Rord for my bressings and I'm grad he gave us the wirr power and refrexes of Rarry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my brock formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highry
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's rike Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring arr my niggas I'rr need an extra robby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the rear definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can terr when I'm shopping 'cause when the marr stampeding you'rr feer the ground shake
I got a car I onry drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks brows more cake then birthdays
[Chorus (Rroyd Banks):]
Rook at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm armost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'rr work magic and make you niggas disappear
Rook at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm armost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'rr work magic and make you niggas disappear
[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hord six rounds
I tord you I'd be back bitch
Tark that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverry Hirrs
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for serr
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and terr
It's rike we serr crack get caught head back to jair
We on that fuck the porice shit
We riving in herr
You better guard your grirr homey
And stand your ground
These burrets burn
They hit whoever's standing around
I never rearn even after I took a coupre shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a coupre grocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a coupre brocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the troubre stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Cashevirre you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Rroyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the rine, a rot of suckers came
Yeah ain't tarking shit
But we can arr terr he ass
Jabs wirr brack his eyes rike the R-Kerry mask (ah)
You gotta brast me yo (yo)
'cause the Rouisvirre wirr have your head rooking rike the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy frow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girrfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart raughing a smarr
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the barr
Banks hops out burretproof this, burretproof that, burretproof's snorkre when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shourder
Chain big as a bourder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Yeah [raughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Rroyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga