Lirik Lagu You Already Know - 50 Cent
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(feat. Lloyd Banks, Young Buck)
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimeyFo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find meWherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)Hood nigga with the rubberband grip moneyIf I go broke I make you and your man strip dummyYeah nigga, you don't want it with them their biggerCross us, your on somethin we bare niggazYeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's upFreeze up and you'll end up in your lawnIt's the protege of 50, inspired by BiggieBurns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig meI been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than everDead smack in the hood good pokin out my leatherI'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweaterIf your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Cause were always focused we move around with the toastersPush the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach usWe in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci LoafersStuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vulturesMa quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know usAfter the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to usNow I can speak for me cause me everywhere I beNiggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keysWe move from bundles to D sippin on HennessyBuck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheeseWe get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseasYou stuck in the hood, aw that ain't goodDifferent town, different tour, different telly, different whoreTriple X, wet sex, who's next, latexCondom, condo, I'm tight my money long thoughYou lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 3: Young Buck]I'm out on bond but the forty still on meBouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homiesWatch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brickI keep on losin shootin dice and I'm sick of this shitClientele still poppin so the junkies keep cominAnd my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin moneyOn thgis block till the sun drop I don't have a homeI do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm goneGot a couple old schools and some iced out jewelsSome G-Unit shoes probably full of tatooes'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lipsTell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna tripI keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the WestJust a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vestBanks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimeyFo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find meWherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)Hood nigga with the rubberband grip moneyIf I go broke I make you and your man strip dummyYeah nigga, you don't want it with them their biggerCross us, your on somethin we bare niggazYeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's upFreeze up and you'll end up in your lawnIt's the protege of 50, inspired by BiggieBurns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig meI been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than everDead smack in the hood good pokin out my leatherI'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweaterIf your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Cause were always focused we move around with the toastersPush the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach usWe in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci LoafersStuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vulturesMa quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know usAfter the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to usNow I can speak for me cause me everywhere I beNiggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keysWe move from bundles to D sippin on HennessyBuck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheeseWe get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseasYou stuck in the hood, aw that ain't goodDifferent town, different tour, different telly, different whoreTriple X, wet sex, who's next, latexCondom, condo, I'm tight my money long thoughYou lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 3: Young Buck]I'm out on bond but the forty still on meBouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homiesWatch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brickI keep on losin shootin dice and I'm sick of this shitClientele still poppin so the junkies keep cominAnd my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin moneyOn thgis block till the sun drop I don't have a homeI do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm goneGot a couple old schools and some iced out jewelsSome G-Unit shoes probably full of tatooes'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lipsTell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna tripI keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the WestJust a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vestBanks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoeI'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'High blowin bottle after bottle of that droSlidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
