Work Magic

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 niggaz that died
 I gotta dizzy bird on my side
 Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired
 Baby that's right, stay off the payroll
 I have niggaz scrapin' the skin off your face
 With the same shit that peel the potatoes
 I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us
 The willpower and the reflexes of Larry Davis
 You don't wanna see my block formin'
 That's a hundred and one dawgs
 And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
 We're respected highly
 'Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body
 Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
 If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby
 As soon as you ain't around Jake
 You get your ass whipped for chips
 Now that's the real definition of poundcake
 I got the crown snake
 And you can tell when I'm shoppin'
 'Cause when the mall stampedin' you feel the ground shake
 I got a car I only drive on Thursdays
 I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 You know how I gets down, this pound hold six rounds
 I told you I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now!
 You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds
 'Cause this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now
 We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale
 You get your head cracked, then niggaz don't run and tell
 It's like we sell crack, get caught, head back to jail
 We on that 'Fuck the police' shit, we're livin' in hell
 You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground
 These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin' around
 I never learned 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, motherfucker!
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five
 You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name
 Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind
 Cussin' without a line, a lot of suckers came
 Yeah you talkin' shit, but we can all tell he ass
 Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
 You gotta blast me yo, 'cause the Louisville'll
 Have your head lookin' like the top of a pistachio
 The young gunner with the raspy flow
 Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriend's a nasty ho
 My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's 'cause
 My grand pop 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, motherfucker!
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
 I'm headed for the top and I'm almost there
 Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
 I work magic and make you niggaz disappear
 Geah, haha, motherfucker, I'm here, yeah
 Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g
 G-Unit! Money by any means, nigga