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[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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