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    50 Cent

    You Already Know

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    (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck)
    [Lloyd Banks]
    Uh..
    Uh..
    Uh..
    Uh..
    Uh..
    Uh..
    [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionnaire, dont spend a dolla on a hoe
    And im 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 dont even know
    And if I wasnt Banks, shorty prolly wouldnt roll
    From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
    If you aint with the program, now you got to go (go)
    [Lloyd Banks Verse]
    I move like theres popo behind me
    Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
    44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
    Where ever theres money, yeah im the shit honey (whoo)
    Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
    If I go broke, Ill make you and your man strip dummy
    Yeah nigga, you dont want it with them, there bigger cross us
    Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
    Teflon, chest con, Gz Up, freeze up and youll end up in your lawn
    Its the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
    Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil niggaz dig me (whooo)
    Ive been stressed out lately, so im smokin more than ever
    Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin out my lever
    Im a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
    If your bitch give me a sign, ima get her
    [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionnaire, dont spend a dolla on a hoe
    And im 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 dont even know
    And if I wasnt Banks, shorty prolly wouldnt roll
    From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
    If you aint with the program, now you got to go (go)
    [50 Cent:]
    Theres always folks, moving around with the toasters
    Push the rock through the smokers, 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 im 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 aint good
    Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
    Triple x, wet sex, whos next, latex
    Condom, condo, im tight, my money long though
    You lookin for a drink bitch, i aint what you lookin for
    [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionnaire, dont spend a dolla on a hoe
    And im 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 dont even know
    And if I wasnt Banks, shorty prolly wouldnt roll
    From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
    If you aint with the program, now you got to go (go)
    [Young Buck:]
    Im 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 im 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 im 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, yall 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 ima do nigga
    [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionnaire, dont spend a dolla on a hoe
    And im 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 dont even know
    And if I wasnt Banks, shorty prolly wouldnt roll
    From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
    If you aint with the program, now you got to go (go)
    [ You Already Know Lyrics ]
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