Work Magic

I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride, (yea) I come from the heart of southside (yea) Holdin' it down for my niggas that died (yea) I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) Baby had tried to steal off the payroll Ill have niggas scrappin' the skin off the ya face with the same Shit they peal a potato (whoo) I thank the lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the Will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (ohh) You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) That's a 101 doggs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em Were respected highly 'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake) You getcha ass whipped for chips Now that's the real definition of pound cake I got the crown snake And you can tell when I'm shoppin' 'cause when the mall stampedin' You'll feel the ground shake I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha) I'm a stunna', banks blows more cake then birthdays [Chorus] Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas disappear Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared I'm headin' for the top and I'm almost there Oh yeah this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas 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 fif .45 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 sell You get yo head cracked and niggas don't run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that fuck the police shit We livin' in hell You betta' guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit who evers standin' around I never learn 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 (boom) If its beef then I'm ready to ride Just come to casheville you can find me on the south side (motherfucka') [Chorus] Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin' name Whether the truck or train My minds stuck on the grind 'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckas came Yeah ain't talkin' shit But we can all tell he ass Jags are black his eyes like the are-Kelly mask (ah) You gotta blast me yo (yo) 'cause the Louisville will have yo head lookin' like the top of a Pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin' they girlfriends a nasty hoe My heart laughin' a small Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs Snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulda Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Motherfucka' [Chorus] Yeah Motherfucka' I'm here, yeah Lloyd banks G-G-G-G-G G-Unit! Money by any means, nigga