Letra de You Already Know, 50 Cent



(feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck) 

[Lloyd Banks] 
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[Lloyd Banks Chorus] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough 
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe 
And i'm 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 don't even know 
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll 
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door 
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) 

[Lloyd Banks Verse] 
I move like there's popo behind me 
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey 
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me 
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo) 
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money 
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy 
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us 
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger 
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn 
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) 
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo) 
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever 
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever 
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater 
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her 

[Lloyd Banks Chorus] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough 
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe 
And i'm 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 don't even know 
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll 
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door 
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) 

[50 Cent:] 
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters 
Push the rock through the smoker's, 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 i'm 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 ain't good 
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore 
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex 
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though 
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for 

[Lloyd Banks Chorus] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough 
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe 
And i'm 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 don't even know 
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll 
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door 
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) 

[Young Buck:] 
I'm 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 i'm 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' i'm 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, y'all 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 i'ma do nigga 

[Lloyd Banks Chorus] 
You already know, my mind is on my dough 
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe 
And i'm 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 don't even know 
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll 
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door 
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

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