Lloyd Banks » Kwelib Lyrics

*featuring 50 Cent, Young Buck & DJ Whoo Kid

[ovation]
[coin drops]

[Intro:]
[Whoo Kid:] DAMN!
[Buck:] They still with us! [gun cocks]
[50 Cent:] Call me! Oh! Oh!
[Buck:] How you gonna do this? Bring it down!

[50 Cent (G-Unit) {Bank$}:]
Look! I need no introduction everybody. (EVERYBODY!)
Heard of 50Cent, (YEAH!)
And heard of G-Unit, (YEAH!)
I'm not high-tech and I'm not - Kwadi! {KWADI!}
You see me in the club, (Buck: Cluuuuuuub!)
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody. (SOMEBODY!)
Cause I get on that Jet, (JET! JET!)
In 5 minutes flat (FLAT! FLAT!)
Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party. (PARTYYYY!)
If I don't have fun,
Nobody havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here - SHOORTY!
Shout out to my nigga {Juvie!}
{Whack goes here} Buck!
My niggas from New Orleans, wodie.
If we on the same stage, {STAGE!}
When you see me on page {PAGE!}
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me.
You know how I get,
I'm still on that bullshit. Bitch shoot-out!

[Lloyd Bank$ (G-Unit) {50 Cent}:]
You ain't got to like me, (WHAT?) that's cool!
[50 Cent + G-Unit:] (I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!) Clowny time ain't gonna (PUT ME IN A BIGGER TRUCK!)
Fuck kids! It ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare's a paternity test.
I'm too young to be faithful
If money, means love, I hate you!
I only trick on the first of {APRIL!}
Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you {YEAH!}
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the Snub out for me.
And if your not don't even [50 Cent + G-Unit:] (Call meeee). [car crash] [beat stops]

[50 Cent:]
Yeah!
Aight y'all! [ovation]
[gun cocks]