"The Work Out Pt. 4" lyrics
(feat. 50 Cent)
I hear alot of talkin' DAMN! Niggas must be mad at Bank$!
Ah you bitch ass niggas! Y'all niggas love talkin'
I just smile on my dude! Y'all can catch me
But there's only one problem, niggas ain't as bad as Bank$
On the top of the newboard this summer!
Yeah nigga! Punchline kid is back!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
New York City stand the fuck up, man! Yeah
Yeah! – Go get ya camera man! (yeah!) – That's a Lambo' fam. (yeah!)
Gun in the safe, the same one from Rambo hand. DAMN!
I got a pack of? – You know whatever chedda! (huuh?)
Flyin' my New York hoe in – cause her head is better. (uh!) COME ON!
I said I'd never sweat her (nah!) – well I guess I lied (lied!)
She suck the ghost outta a nigga and I'm petrified. (uh!)
You niggas nuthin' but roaches – hit the pesticide
I spray lil', you roll around GOD-... in ya neck and die. DAMN!
I'm the nicest out
Look at the ring you hear the price and pout – every 16th I ice 'em out. (bling!) Whoooo!
50 sold 11 mill' brought Tyson house (uh!)
And mine to, cross dude and the knife come out
I can't wait to see you bricks on the side stretch
Bunch a holes in ya like the bricks in the projects
Kefflon whips rubber grips for the nonsense
Conscience – of the consequences, obnoxious. ('Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyy!) YO!
And we can ride all night
Somebody might come get 'em. – tie his bandana on too tight. (uh!) Whoooo!
You can book 'em short notice, I'm a sell out in the night
The car won't get me there – but the helicopter might. (yeah!) COME ON!
I bring all the toys out let the clip go shit
The whip so new – even the bird shit don't stick. (whoooo!) HAHA!
I got a hell of a system sound travel 3 blocks (yeaah?)
Bulletproof doors and all you can eat tops. (uh!)
Runnin' out to me, Whoooo!
I only need the funerals I button all you niggas up like Jay-Z
I smoke for free when I'm out in DC DAMN!
VVS's is in my ear – clearer than HD. GET BACK!
I don't know why he walk around with my logo he ain't me (ain't me!)
Braggin' 'bout the millions of dollars you ain't see. (ain't see!)
Gimme ammo in a jammy! (uh!) – my hand over a Grammy (uh!) Whoooooooooooooooooooo
2 cribs, that's why I ship the Lambo' in Miami. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Please, ain't tryin' to be in a jam over the panties (uh-uh!)
They love 'em when I leave 'em for the very same reason. (Lenna!) HAHA!
One nigga started. – A couple niggas followed
Now they all can't eat like the Next Top Model (Top Model!)
New York City boy but they love me in Chicago (RUN!)
A lil more in Philly from here to Atlantic City. (yeah!) MONEY WRONG!
I flip flop smokin' around, 6 drop cruisin' the town. (yeeah!)
6 shot ruger the pound with Hip-Hop screwin' Whoooooo! Them now. (yeah!)
Nah I don't give a fuck Joe Pesci flow (uh!)
Might win another Vibe award if they let me go. (lemme go!)
I'm like royalty a muthafuckin' king (haha!)
When I move she move! – Like a puppet on a string. SHA MONEY!
50 karats on the bracelet a couple on the ring. (yeah!)
My treasure chest is a mess, a bucket full of bling. (yeah!)
I'm the P cut boy I tuck 'em in the whole piece
You mutherfuckas is lucky, I don't wear gold teeth! COME ON!
I hear alot of talkin' these niggas they mad at Bank$
I bet they'll keep on talkin', after this shot they be tellin' the chicks. HAHA!
My niggas they get it poppin' find-out CAN'T FORGET... when we at ya wake JESSIE!
You and you in your coffin, damn you PAULYNNE! Made a big mistake. Whoooooooo!
YEAH!
It's 50 nigga!
Y'all niggas know whassup!
Lloyd Bank$!
The changin' of the cards! HAHA!
I'll be back nigga... I'll just fall back!
Feel what I'm sayin'?
It's Bank$ turn nigga!
NOW WATCH THIS!
YOU HEAR THAT?
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! HAHA!
That's the money machine!
Boop, boop, boop!
You hear that?... That's the money truck backin' up! HAHA!
It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
You should already know? !
You gonna eat with the Unit
Or you gonna eat a can of sardines!
Haha! DAMN!
Ah you bitch ass niggas! Y'all niggas love talkin'
I just smile on my dude! Y'all can catch me
But there's only one problem, niggas ain't as bad as Bank$
On the top of the newboard this summer!
Yeah nigga! Punchline kid is back!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
New York City stand the fuck up, man! Yeah
Yeah! – Go get ya camera man! (yeah!) – That's a Lambo' fam. (yeah!)
Gun in the safe, the same one from Rambo hand. DAMN!
I got a pack of? – You know whatever chedda! (huuh?)
Flyin' my New York hoe in – cause her head is better. (uh!) COME ON!
I said I'd never sweat her (nah!) – well I guess I lied (lied!)
She suck the ghost outta a nigga and I'm petrified. (uh!)
You niggas nuthin' but roaches – hit the pesticide
I spray lil', you roll around GOD-... in ya neck and die. DAMN!
I'm the nicest out
Look at the ring you hear the price and pout – every 16th I ice 'em out. (bling!) Whoooo!
50 sold 11 mill' brought Tyson house (uh!)
And mine to, cross dude and the knife come out
I can't wait to see you bricks on the side stretch
Bunch a holes in ya like the bricks in the projects
Kefflon whips rubber grips for the nonsense
Conscience – of the consequences, obnoxious. ('Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyy!) YO!
And we can ride all night
Somebody might come get 'em. – tie his bandana on too tight. (uh!) Whoooo!
You can book 'em short notice, I'm a sell out in the night
The car won't get me there – but the helicopter might. (yeah!) COME ON!
I bring all the toys out let the clip go shit
The whip so new – even the bird shit don't stick. (whoooo!) HAHA!
I got a hell of a system sound travel 3 blocks (yeaah?)
Bulletproof doors and all you can eat tops. (uh!)
Runnin' out to me, Whoooo!
I only need the funerals I button all you niggas up like Jay-Z
I smoke for free when I'm out in DC DAMN!
VVS's is in my ear – clearer than HD. GET BACK!
I don't know why he walk around with my logo he ain't me (ain't me!)
Braggin' 'bout the millions of dollars you ain't see. (ain't see!)
Gimme ammo in a jammy! (uh!) – my hand over a Grammy (uh!) Whoooooooooooooooooooo
2 cribs, that's why I ship the Lambo' in Miami. Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Please, ain't tryin' to be in a jam over the panties (uh-uh!)
They love 'em when I leave 'em for the very same reason. (Lenna!) HAHA!
One nigga started. – A couple niggas followed
Now they all can't eat like the Next Top Model (Top Model!)
New York City boy but they love me in Chicago (RUN!)
A lil more in Philly from here to Atlantic City. (yeah!) MONEY WRONG!
I flip flop smokin' around, 6 drop cruisin' the town. (yeeah!)
6 shot ruger the pound with Hip-Hop screwin' Whoooooo! Them now. (yeah!)
Nah I don't give a fuck Joe Pesci flow (uh!)
Might win another Vibe award if they let me go. (lemme go!)
I'm like royalty a muthafuckin' king (haha!)
When I move she move! – Like a puppet on a string. SHA MONEY!
50 karats on the bracelet a couple on the ring. (yeah!)
My treasure chest is a mess, a bucket full of bling. (yeah!)
I'm the P cut boy I tuck 'em in the whole piece
You mutherfuckas is lucky, I don't wear gold teeth! COME ON!
I hear alot of talkin' these niggas they mad at Bank$
I bet they'll keep on talkin', after this shot they be tellin' the chicks. HAHA!
My niggas they get it poppin' find-out CAN'T FORGET... when we at ya wake JESSIE!
You and you in your coffin, damn you PAULYNNE! Made a big mistake. Whoooooooo!
YEAH!
It's 50 nigga!
Y'all niggas know whassup!
Lloyd Bank$!
The changin' of the cards! HAHA!
I'll be back nigga... I'll just fall back!
Feel what I'm sayin'?
It's Bank$ turn nigga!
NOW WATCH THIS!
YOU HEAR THAT?
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! HAHA!
That's the money machine!
Boop, boop, boop!
You hear that?... That's the money truck backin' up! HAHA!
It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
You should already know? !
You gonna eat with the Unit
Or you gonna eat a can of sardines!
Haha! DAMN!
