Lloyd Banks - Send Ya To Hell Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah man, niggas know what it is, man.
Ain't not better than this right here man, G-Unit man!
F*ck is the matter with this niggas? {MO' MONEY... }

[Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
From the reef of the bottom {PART 3! } - we don't came up with the money to change us,
You trying to come up how the f*ck can you blame us,
Niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless, [car tires squeal] [2 gun cocks]
Motherf*ckers I'll send you to hell!

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
I'm flying out the country ain't no tellin' when I'm gonna be back, (uh!)
To be honest half these artist never gonna see that. (nah!)
I keep my bad {Whoooooo! } habits away from where I'm gonna eat at, (oh, shiit!)
Before I sit up for a bitch I'll lose 1 knee cap. (HA!)
I paid a visit to father one time but he flung me back,
Shot to these reasonable one's with the guns we pack. [shot]
Live for the dollar and grateful for each 1 we stack, (g'eah!)
Mind of a man with no sleep - my dawgs run feedback. (yeah!)
Don't scheme at the rocks on hand before your mama sees us,
Seed in the bag - like a popcorn man. (whooo!)
The one's we pack is not gonna jam,
If we squeeze of the block go scram, [gunshot] boiled eggs is all I had, dag... {DAMN! }
I reacurred my senior cause - they remember me,
My grandfather still smokin Weed and he's 70. (WA-HAHAHA!)
My blood rushing of this Hennessey
Walkin' out the door with a felony, check check out my melody. - Nigga! {Whooooo! }

[Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
From the reef of the bottom - we don't came up with the money to change us,
You trying to come up how the f*ck can you blame us, {CAN'T FORGET... }
Niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless, [gun cocks] {REE GOTTA! }
Motherf*ckers I'll send you to hell!

We don't came up with the money to change us, [beat fades]
You trying to come up how the f*ck can you blame us, {DEE! }
Niggas tryin to front so I walk with a stainless, [gun cocks] [beat stops]
Motherf*ckers I'll send you to hell! [gunshot]