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[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!
That check call like *BRRRRRR!*
That check call
My phone boom
My phone boom like *BRRRRRR!*
My phone doin’ numbers on ’em
Numbers on ’em like *BRRRRRRRRR!*
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it be callin’!

[Verse 1: Plies]
I don’t need no calculator, I’m too advanced (I’m too advanced)
Somebody call up Future, I need some Percocet (I need some Percocet!)
Today my ten-year anniversary of my first hundred grand (Woo!)
Told my teacher in elementary I’m gon’ be the man (I told ya!)
Told my bitch that she could leave me if she don’t understand (Woo!)
They say more money bring problems; give me the problems, then (Give me the problems!)
If you hatin’ ’cause you ain’t eatin’, then I’m not a fan (I’m not a fan)
If the lick bigger than $50,000, I’m all in (I’m all in!)
Eyes open like I just snorted an 8-ball! (Woo!)
Chase the money like they just called for the "last call!" (Woo!)
Don’t say you rich if you ballin’, but your dawgs starving (Woo)
Don’t say you hustlin’ if you laid up and the money callin’! (I swear!)

[Verse 2: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
That check call, I get up; gotta make it!
Five in the mornin’ I be chasin’
When it come to money, I be racin’, I’m impatient
Like *BRRRRRR!*
Baby, it’s a play, can’t miss it, gotta take it!
I be at it by the minute, it be coming by the daily
I ain’t got it, I go crazy!
I got habits and three babies
We got lean by the cases, it take care of the tribulations
Family problems, gotta face it
I go hard, can’t let it break me (I won’t let it break me)
Living wild, I pay dues
In that Lamb on cruise, hit the gas and it go zoom!
Play up on my cell, every day my phone boom!
Ain’t got no time for my girl
I’ll make it up; I’m on the move!

[Verse 3: Plies]
I’m all All About the Benjamins, like Cube said
And I ain’t arguing with you niggas, I’m putting it on your head
I’m on my Bone Crusher shit, I Ain’t Neva Scared
You keep the accolades and the fame, I just want the bread!
Want every day I wake up to feel like tax season
I ain’t never been a flagger, bitch, I’m really eatin’
I told my mom she straight forever, bitch, I swear to God
I’m ten toes down and I ain’t movin’, bitch, like Rosa Parks!
And for that money, I swear to God, bitch, I’m a bloodhound
And if it’s out there, I’m going to get it, bitch, I’mma run it down
I want a billion and some change, fuck a hundred mil
And if that check go to call, then babe, I’m outta here!

[Hook: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Baby, don’t worry if I
Come home late like 3 or 4
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I’m sorry
That check, it keep callin’!

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I’m ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets nigga mothafuck a punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singin’ like Keith Sweat
You ain’t met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I’m co-signin 50 cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin’ shots at ya convoy, you don’t want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin’ pullin’ pins out of grenades
You won’t make it to the General without gettin’ sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get ’em all blown back
Walk up on ’em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that
BUCK!

[Hook: x2]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Look nigga, I suggest you go home
Cause I won’t hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I’m never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin’ around here or I’m gon’ fuck her
We’ll try to take up for them lames around you
He’ll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I’m on the road blowin’ grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin’ like the KKK’s around
My album’s comin’, a new year’s approaching
My buzz gettin’ bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach ’em
There’s a very fine line between a pool and an ocean
Sometimes I’m in Atlanta where they Bankhead bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, cause if so put on your vest
Cause all you gotta do is just say yes

[Hook]
General I salute you
I’ll put a hole in any nigga tryin’ to shoot you
It ain’t nothin’ cause loyalty’s what I’m used to
And what I don’t do I’ll have one of my troops do
Nigga we’ll kill you

[Outro: 50 Cent (Tony Yayo)]
G-Unit’s like the Firm
Cause you can get in, you can’t get out
(This is G-Unit life right here, know what I’m sayin’
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we’re laid back, now we doin’ us, we live it up
50 got us right, got us kicked up right now)

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