Lloyd Banks

50 Cent

Young Buck

You Already Know (Album Version (Explicit))

Hip-Hop

Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe

And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door

How am I bother with the bottle of that dro

Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know

And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll

From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door

If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)

Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money

If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy

Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us

Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger

Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn

It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)

Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)

I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever

Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever

If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her

There's always folks, moving around with the toasters

Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us

We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers

Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures

My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us

After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us

Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be

Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys

We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey

Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese

We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas

You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good

Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore

Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though

You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for

Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies

Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick

I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit

Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'

And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block

I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone

Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels

About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip

Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip

I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West

Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest

Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga

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Слушайте песню You Already Know (Album Version (Explicit)) - Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, Young Buck онлайн с альбома Get Rich Or Die Tryin'- The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 4:15. Год выхода - 2005

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You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her

You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for

You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga

You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

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