[Verse 1: Lloys Banks]



Man what the fuck are you lookin for

Can't a young nigga make money anymore

Blow a couple grand in the NBA store

Whap 24 thousand on the NBA floor

Niggas Fiences bendin over on tour

Bein anti-social with a case of lock jaw

Just cause shorty look good doesn't mean you should go

Puttin ice on the bitch like she won the superbowl

even the trips are low

all these so called old heads just ain't the same niggas I usta know

I got a Houston Hoe

Naw she ain't the sharpest knife in the droar but she a damn good booster tho

See I can fuck a super model when my days worse

In a hole with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt

I got a year into the game

a hundred forty one rocks layin on my chain (Gea!)



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]



Just Another Day

Chillin in the hood

Just another day around the way

Im tipsy of the hennessey

We ridin round with the 8 inch K

Nigga we don't play

Just Another Day

Chillin in the hood

Just another day around the way

We smoke about a pound a day

G-Unit we here to stay

Nigga We don't play



[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]



Nevermind the lames in my era

They all want me dead

And I know it's over the way that I see bread

Here I go, caught up in some he said she said

till I go put a slug ????? head

The Tahoes, bulletproof so you can't get through

They follow, Your ass and who ever ran with you

And you about as assed out and 2 jammed pistols

Waitin around and punchin niggas who can't fit you

So Bring yours cause you know I got mine with me kid

the 8'll make u lose weight like missy did

The old G's trying to thier fony smilin

repretation always the rise on coney island

I match a local newstand jerk

WHy the only XXL you've been in is your shirt

and speakin of shirts get a new white tee

god damn it feels good to me...nigga



[Chorus: Lloys Banks]



[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]



Now I'm goin , shoppin with a plastic card now

I'm growin, knockin international bras down

They Know em, not gonna even pat the star down

I'm holdin, the glocks so don't even act that hard now

I might bust your gum but your gats are in the car clowns

So break your little weed off of crackin cigars down

Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits

with the fuckin judge given niggas life like its parkin tickets

Now I get to goto bed with a model

And the crib is about as big as it is on the belvadeir bottle

I got all kind of X i can ram in thier faces

Red & blue pills like the man in the matrix

you might of spend some paper on your lil charm, but

my piece is about as heavy as lil jon cup

but, he's never tuck, Nigga I don't give a fuck

I get bucked before I give sumthin up...yup!



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]





[Lloyd Banks]



Gea!

Man we hot as a fuck!

G-Unit!

Lloyd Banks!

Yee!




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