Rap City freestyle (Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo ) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Rap City freestyle (Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo )
Singer Name: G-Unit
Lyrics written by: G-Unit

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Yeah, G-Unit
Big Tyga
DJ Sense
Y'all already know how it go
Here it go
How it go
Here it go
Let me do my thing, sometimes I lay low
Got my man Lloyd Banks and my man Tony Yayo
G-Unit, album Hunger for More
You can pick it in the store
Some day as the BET Awards
Yes indeed, 2-20
Knife, Big Tyga come through
Cut you with a knife
F**k the top, keep it hot
What I gotta do
And pa** it to my man Lloyd Banks
And step through



Aye yo, come on my flow's insane
For you to win you need lucky charms, leprechauns or Lil Flip chain
My peace go as high as ya bimbo
'Cause it look like the view of the city out a airplane window
And all that frontin's bad for your health
You ain't got no yacht, you got a boat you've gotta' paddle yourself
And I'm hip about hepes, that's why I don't ride without a helmet
'Cause hoes'll have you p*ssin' out peppers
When Yayo hit the bricks, he ran and got the six
With the bulletproof coat, size 22 kicks
I'm plannin' new trips cause my money do flips
In and out of menages my honey screw chicks
I got a couple haters a hundred new bricks
They babblin' and leashin' everyone of you chicks
Aye yo, all you missin' is the switch
A pair of fake t**s and the colorin' of your lips

Yo I got the game mastered my life is made
I'm like the big joker little joker, deuce of spade
Homie mama used to dry clothes on the clothesline
Now the kid rich with his own clothesline
F po 9 I got hit at the board
So when my baby was born I couldn't cut the cord
I give a rapper two days just to live in my shoes
Feel my pain my emotion my tears and jewels
I meet them chicks on the yacht while I'm takin' a cruise
All them chicks in the spot choppin' 62's
Yo I'm primetime like Superbowl halftime
You can catch me off shores with a diva or dime
Got the on like Queens in 89
I pulverize a city alone erase your line
Gangster dog all I do praise the Lord
My ruger is rubber I'm dangerous, I'm loosin' for rubber come on


Y'all tryna stunt
Yo money come on
Look all the jewelery in here
We cut the AC on
Little fridget in here
With a, all in sight
It's Big Tyga together with Banks
And you know we night
It's going down
29th the album in stores
Yes it's called Hunger for More
G-Unit, Big Tyga, Basement booth for sure
We gonna keep it going
Yo Banks give me more

Aye yo, The Mixtape Champion and I rap the city
Now I'm on T.V more than Janet Jackson's t**ties
You put a lot hard work in, that's a pity
So if you got somethin' to say, fax it to me
I got G-Unit d**kies, G-Unit velours, G-Unit tank tops, G-Unit draws
Now this product movin' out to G-Unit stores
Got an indoor pool, got a G-Unit floor
When you hot they like to screw you
But remember I got more control over your life than you do
I send 'em, redheads all up in ya denim
Everybody got a vest so I'm aimin' for ya lemon


The 'T' stands for Terrible the 'O' stands for Only
Add 'N'Y' and it'll spell out Tony
Don't f**k me homey
Yo I never been a stocky cat
Bend you for your cigarettes and turn into a party pack
I hardly rap in battles in wrote...