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Poison Bananas Lyrics

"Poison Bananas" was written by Curtis Jackson;jayceon Taylor;justin Smith.
"Poison Bananas" was written by Curtis Jackson;jayceon Taylor;justin Smith.

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P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga
P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga
P-p-p unit, you pussy ass, nigga

Who the snitch?, You the snitch
Who the bitch?, You the bitch
Who the snitch?, You the snitch
Who the bitch?, You the bitch

Who the snitch?, You the snitch
Who the bitch?, You the bitch
Who the snitch?, You the snitch
Who the bitch?, You the bitch

Look, get ya mask took off when I blast four off
Pump the shorty, throw your body
Where the grass grow tall
Yeah, I'm like tango for the cash
Orange Jag, looking like a mango when it pass

With the tato on the mack
I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work
When I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about?

You thirty, just getting in the game
You should be trying to get out
You know it's drama when the Llama get out
Pull and spit the lead, bullets hit your head
Then your mind'll sit out by the time they find this shit, out

I'm in a different state, in a different zip
Different whip, different plates, wait!
I put the heat in to your head
You, G unit, ninja turtles
'Cause your leader is rat, scrat!

It's simple as one, two, three
You lames, wanna get at game?
You gotta come through me
Tony Yayo, get out the way, ho

Lloyd Banks, just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack, you ain't right
Trying to be Frank Wright
(Right)

You getting smacked, little accident murderer
I just now heard of ya, and the next time you disrespect the west
E, serving ya, Yayo, you better lay low 'cause
The M.O.B, got some killers on the payroll
I put a million dollar hit on you snitches
Show you why we call ourselves money over bitches

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)

Olivia, get back in the car, before I smack you
Like Fifty, did Fredo Starr and he picking on li'l niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a li'l bigger?
Nigga, using that muscle enhancement

All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich
Fuck, holding a conference, I'll run to Violator
Hold Chris Lighty for hostage, 'cause Banks, doing gay porn
Come out the closet!

Either that or I'm ma knock Chris Lighty, unconsciencious
Cut all the nonsense, you was pc'd, up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you common
Talk of New York? You, Jorge Pasada

I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat
That's a promise, you did six months, now you a convict
I accepted your phones calls, now you at me
On some wild shit, judge said, time spent

Now you can get it from
The same gun homicide, dropped five dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be alive long enough to put out Mobb Deep

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)

Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like
My niggas, down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge Knight
Tag your left toes, wish you niggas, a good night
Rock-a-by, baby, chrome, three-thirty-six, screaming

Ready to die, them niggas ain't crazy
On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be
A pine box plenty of leg room, game, hit me
We're watching, access granted in Cancun

I'm look at the two like the nerve of this damn dude
Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound
Talk to my heat, Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Replace that, G Unit, bandanna with a halo

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)

I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)

Songwriters
Curtis Jackson;Jayceon Taylor;Justin Smith

Published by
UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORPORATION

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