Just Another Day Bonus Track Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloys Banks] Man what the fuck are you lookin for Can't a young nigga make money anymore Blow a couple grand in the NBA store Whap 24 thousand on the NBA floor Niggas Fiences bendin over on tour Bein anti-social with a case of lock jaw Just cause shorty look good doesn't mean you should go Puttin ice on the bitch like she won the superbowl even the trips are low all these so called old heads just ain't the same niggas I usta know I got a Houston Hoe Naw she ain't the sharpest knife in the droar but she a damn good booster tho See I can fuck a super model when my days worse In a hole with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt I got a year into the game a hundred forty one rocks layin on my chain (Gea!) [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Just Another Day Chillin in the hood Just another day around the way Im tipsy of the hennessey We ridin round with the 8 inch K Nigga we don't play Just Another Day Chillin in the hood Just another day around the way We smoke about a pound a day G-Unit we here to stay Nigga We don't play [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Nevermind the lames in my era They all want me dead And I know it's over the way that I see bread Here I go, caught up in some he said she said till I go put a slug ????? head The Tahoes, bulletproof so you can't get through They follow, Your ass and who ever ran with you And you about as assed out and 2 jammed pistols Waitin around and punchin niggas who can't fit you So Bring yours cause you know I got mine with me kid the 8'll make u lose weight like missy did The old G's trying to thier fony smilin repretation always the rise on coney island I match a local newstand jerk WHy the only XXL you've been in is your shirt and speakin of shirts get a new white tee god damn it feels good to me...nigga [Chorus: Lloys Banks] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Now I'm goin , shoppin with a plastic card now I'm growin, knockin international bras down They Know em, not gonna even pat the star down I'm holdin, the glocks so don't even act that hard now I might bust your gum but your gats are in the car clowns So break your little weed off of crackin cigars down Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits with the fuckin judge given niggas life like its parkin tickets Now I get to goto bed with a model And the crib is about as big as it is on the belvadeir bottle I got all kind of X i can ram in thier faces Red & blue pills like the man in the matrix you might of spend some paper on your lil charm, but my piece is about as heavy as lil jon cup but, he's never tuck, Nigga I don't give a fuck I get bucked before I give sumthin up...yup! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] [Lloyd Banks] Gea! Man we hot as a fuck! G-Unit! Lloyd Banks! Yee!