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Lloyd Banks - Get The Fuck Up Now lyrics
Verse 1
 Banks is gettin money money ain't gettin him
 Him sitting his whip on 23 inch rims
 why would i spend my money on tints
 'cause i got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas
 the cribs is bigger than my mama's
 with that you can send your local high school or college
 your year is expired you should pay knowledge
 a hood nigga way out in the bahamas
 on tour so you probably won't find us
 in your barber shop i got a barber with liners
 Banks grew kinda hard with piranhas
 my closet is the size of a clothing designator
 you're now rockin wit new yor city's finest
 shuttin down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us
 now i'm dealin wit a bunch of pre-madonnas 
 take em to the crib and have em bend over for recliners
 Chrous
 I need y'all to get the fuck up now
 I know theirs gangstas in this town
 so throw up your set,come to the front
 show me somethin yea that what i want 
 I need y'all to get the fuck up now
 I know how y'all get down in this town
 so lit up your weed,come to the front
 poke it out yea that what i want
 Verse 2
 i'm fresh breast like million bucks
 see my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts
 inspired by the niggas that i trust
 so if you my shit then you should buy buck's
 there alot of rappers let off steamLloyd Banks - Get The Fuck Up Now - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/get-the-fuck-up-now-lyrics.html
 'cause i'm gettin money and my jewerly all green
 some of the brightest shit you ever seen
 my whole team so fresh and so clean
down south where they sipping on leen
 little aks stray hit you wit the beam
 i'm a bachelor i ain't lokin for a queen
 a southside baller the "American Dream
 bein nosey will get you behind beams
 so if ain't your beef try not to intervene
 i got a pack of mary jane in my jean
 if i blow it in the sky we will all be high
 Chrous
 Verse 3
 i'm hot nigga the fools ain't the same
 i'm speeding you could fuck hoes in my lanes
 i got a couple loose screw in my brain
 i die on over this i ain't goin to move wit my chain
 you caught brick but who is to blame
 your fans turn their back now i'm you and that a shame
 i'm thinkin about flyin to Hawaii
 sippin on colatti lyin wit a hottie
 uptop drinkin niggas in here schemin
 so i ain't leavin 'cause i'm here wit my gat
 lay low for a second and get your attention
 and back on the bencin 'cause i'm back
 and your famblades spinnin on a lac
 and you can't see the side 'cause the window all black
 i had respect but i take it all back
 'cause you're celebrity wander around wit a rat
 Chrous









