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Lloyd Banks Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) Ain't No Click Tony Yayo: Yee nigga ****in back hunger for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man Lloyd Banks: Yall done ****ed up now Yee Yeeee Tony Yayo: Here We go Lloyd Banks: Aint no click like the one I'm with If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down) We gettin dough everywhere we go And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from sit down Lloyd Banks: By now I know you done seen me On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the ev I skeet babies on your breezy and I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me Leaves me and its bye bye gone We got guns like Pop eye arms I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight so its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers Lloyd Banks: Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom Go ahead try n do me harm soldier you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower And I'll be damn if I co sign a old snitch that was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish I'm the name they all screamin on the street for bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe Dumps like ass in my video Lloyd Banks: Aint no click like the one I'm with If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down) We gettin dough everywhere we go And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now) G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now) If you aint reppin where you from sit down Tony Yayo: (Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while) Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro my clique eat like the 12 holy apostles And bust down models in flushed out tahoes jewels froze look like we hit the lotto P89, my clique filled wit hollows stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos That Eminem money got cash in my eskro screws Mcduck say swimmin in my cash flow Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go think like castro, Games in the lasso dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito Tony Yayo: We Told YAll Mutha****as Man Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man Lloyd Banks Hunger For More! We Back Nigga 50 The General Young Dezzy Buck Game The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga Hunger For More Rida Music Nigga This For Them Gangsta,Them Generals, Them Comrades Uh Huh This Is Rida Music (Ha ha) Lloyd Banks |
Can I Get High Can I Get High Lloyd Banks: I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your mother****in hands on me (Can I get high) without you botherin me Everybody you see in here tonight's doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me? (Can I get high) without you botherin me 50: Ay, did you hit this shit? G-Unit: That la lah lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be loc'n Them bullshit trees, you be rollin barely gives you a buzz, me I get high Lloyd Banks: I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these doe doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence A musician can't operate without his instruments My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went Raise up a lighter and **** up the whole apartment It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine Lloyd Banks: Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten From that one room pad without a pot to piss in Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion Just so I can see her pop the ribbon That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!" **** rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross My nigga dead and it's hard to let go So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know We gas 'em, **** 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho? Snoop Dogg: Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament Do you want to smoke wit me? Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad mouthin muh'****er Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the **** of it Hip Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger "Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough D.P.G. unit sounds like danger You might wanna manage your anger Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff Now lay back on the law This new weed that I got I call it face off Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach... Lloyd Banks |
Die One Day Die One Day I keep my hip on pound Cause chickens hectic in my town Drag my family with me cause that's how real niggas get down (gea) If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around (gea) Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea) If for that if you snap a finger and I'll lay a nigga down (whoo) It's ****ed up when you're only facial expression is a frown (uh huh) A hood rat will put a future in a fool's pants Till she find out you can't buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh) A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don't like surprises When you hot as an oven they ain't brace you with open arms When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don't need ya Some people call it me I call it amnesia Live my life principal driven never bite to have that feature (uh) Never mind all the haters ****'em all let them die slow All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno) Everybody gon' die one day Whether it's natural cause it's a gunplay But ****in with me you sliding down a one way I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday Don't blame me Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh) The game needed this Lloyd Banks aka Mr. I don't feed a bitch Don't need a bitch I stay there when I need a bitch You want a trick you need to switch Cause I don't think you could beat this bitch (whoa) This is all I gotta have to blow So whether it's fast or slow Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh) Pop the back Pass the dro Roll about a half an O The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee) You gotta agree These mother****as will probably find Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me We on top as far as I can see And since the hood watching me My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn) I'm the 1 draft pick none of ya'll are topping me (uh huh) I move around with the plastic you ain't dropping me (uh huh) They show me love on my city They ****in with me and I'm ****in with them Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea) Lloyd Banks: Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin) Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin) So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin) And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga (nigga) Yeee You gotta love it... Lloyd Banks |
Hands Up Hands Up (Intro 50 Cent) I Wasn't gone if you missed me Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) Lloyd Banks: It feels so good to live sucker free I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf**ker be I'm a rap star Who wants to be ridin' around in that car Two in the front and the back got the plasma This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas mile, I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma And I'm busy so I move a bit faster You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya Huh I'm a bastard Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it Lights off and your body's stiff By the same niggas you used to party with [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) Lloyd Banks: I cruise through the strip 22's on the whip New rule: gonna hit Thousand dollar outfit Never snooze never slip Follow rules or get whip Nigga move or get hit I don't care who's on the strip It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed I ain't a cuddler I f**k the drool outta chick My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same They don't see the faces they don't see the chains Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me This is regular shit the erryday mentality They charged up don't make me put in the battery [50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)] Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up) I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up) You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up) Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up... Lloyd Banks |
I'm So Fly I'm So Fly Yee Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga (laughs) Yee I'm So Fly An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy I'm So High An I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye When I Ride By An I don't care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year Nigga Im So Fly An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy Lloyd Banks: Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta) To smooth to stutta (stutta) His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta) Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he's a earna My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda Fight, wake up n' **** like Ike n' Tina Turner It's a privilege to ride with a celeb Cause them girls over three don't got a problem given head Paranoia is on ya that's why your mama is in your bed **** a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still ****in It's eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home Lloyd Banks: Don't confuse me with these suckas Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my lil move at the rucka Thank god for given Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there's no one out the click that freeze us Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles Ya boys corrupt kid Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did You jokes cant afford these homes Look around I got 40 clones now look down that's 40 stones And that's only in the necklace I'm bony and I'm reckless (vroom) there's Tony in a Lexus Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport Lloyd Banks: When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that's blowin shit up I got the patience of a high school teacher And a bright future, why the **** would I have a bomb on my sneaker Will the goody girls back of us My hearts colder than jack frost is We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes and my black forces A black rose for a rats coffin Blowin O's in that black coffin Blowin the road and im back flossin No one knows how much that's costin **** ass only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy My name ring each state So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight... Lloyd Banks |
If You So Gangsta If You So Gangsta Lloyd Banks: Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh) You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day I give 2 ****s by what a bird say (uh) Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo) Ims Raps Lebron Tef Long John (uh) Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean John (g'ea) By any means I protect my charm (uh huh) Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh) Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh) Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn I never thought I'd sweat so long (uh) And re enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh) Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa) Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh) Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka Do you know who shot ya? Bitch get the docta If You So Gangsta Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club If You So Gangsta Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug If You So Gangsta Then how come every time you get into beef you tell If You So Gangsta Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well? Lloyd Banks: Now every now and then a new kid got away Yeah, but unfortunally for you I'm him (sorry) In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh) We air the G4 let the crew dive in (sheww) Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh) Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans Let em' get to know the man with the tattooed hands Them gem stars leave ya face all fat So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh) Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh) So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh) And I ain't from Atlanta but I'll A Town Stomp Ya (Mo' ****a) Lloyd Banks: It's like everywhere I look and everywhere I go It's a bitch sayin something slick (slick) But you can suck my dick (dick) Im grade A nigga you don't know who ya ****in wit (uh) They'll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo) I got money bags big as a bump can get And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea) I ain't the type that's desperate I'm modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N' Beffet My down bitch holds the metal She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello You ain't even almost rich They ****in yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga) Therefore you can't afford no six So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha) Banks don't house warm not bitch So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah) Lloyd Banks |
Karma Karma I am the one you denied Brushed me off everytime tried But im alright I may just swallow my pride N just put all the bullshit to the side If u ready to ride Im down for a one night stand Gotta accept it any way that i can Cuz i aint yo man i'll try for whatever its worth Just remember who played who first Lloyd Banks: I cant keep my eyes off ya I can tell why them other guys lost ya The kinds red an a flying saucer Thats what i can offer Simalarities and characters Havnt ya heard the word around town How i get down? They all whistle Everybody part official An that ass was you Got my dick hard as a missle Dont hop on top Cuz i ride around with a pistle N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue If you was mine id introduce u to momma girl Your styling your moves n your nirvana Im so used to ur prada Taking trips to houston its hotta Throwing that Al Green n using that impala Lay my jewels on my collar Ya had me feeling like a fool when i holla'd Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother But i aint either Soon as i realize that i aint either She in a rush to get close to me but i aint eager Lloyd Banks: Like i dont mean to bother you But your sex appeal is remarkable U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you There aint no telling what kinda things that im'a start to do If i get wrapped up on your ass to fast I can tell u feel the same cuz when i ask you laugh So im'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath But im buggin Cuz i can see u right in the hood when i pass Im never stapled cuz business is on my ass But you can be the one i visit before i dash An i admit i been the type to hit n split But u can blame me for the females that i been getting with Cuz Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an' N if you aint worth it then thats all u get I aint gonna blame you im gonna blame them tricks Cuz Lloyd Banks: U seem like your attitude Only appears when im mad at you In several situations n that includes When im gone to long ridin' thru them avenues As soon as i get home this room is a scattered boos U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat Cuz i come from the hood where the hammers be I move fast but at a switch pace N i pop in a listerine strip before u get all up on a bitch face Moving your body like this Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris I dont know noone hotter then twis You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon It comes naturally i dont bribe em Its easy as 1,2,3 n i slide em... Lloyd Banks |
My House My House Lloyd Banks - 50 Cent : People Ya boy Banks is back And this is a Timbaland track Wooohooo This is my house I'll house you Bitch I run this Girl, i'll house you This is my house I'll house you, you in my house now Lloyd Banks - 50 Cent : This is my house you gon' do what I tell you to do When you in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is my house Put ya' hands up, put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya' hands up This is my house I'll house you, Girl you in my house now Lloyd Banks: Hey, you under my roof So take off your coat, your hat and funny boots (yeah) I can't tell you they names, i just know they loose (yeah) Off a mixture of cranberry and the goose (yeah) A lil' runnin' in that's at least a hundred proof (yeah) Shorty eyes wide from the Bentleys and the Coupés (yeah) She can't stop starin' so she trippin off the stool (yeah) And I'm a playboy i might aswel tell her the truth (yeah) you tryna menage a trois or hit the booth (uh) I got a big big pool in the room with bathing suits (uh) See I can go swim, though I get it in (uh) I'll show you how to make a million dollaz with a pen (uh) I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin (uh) I can't complain the top models in the Benz (uh) My wheels is shining, like there's diamonds in the rims (uh) Just give me a day or two i'm climbin' in the friendz (uh) I do what I wanna do 'cause.. Lloyd Banks - 50 Cent : This is my house you gon' do what I tell you to do When you in my house under my roof you follow my rules (yeah!) This is my house Put ya' hands up, put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya' hands up This is my house I'll house you, Girl you in my house now Lloyd Banks : Hey, watch how you speak (yeah) 'cause I don't slip or sleep, I got the heat (yeah) If you get outta line, you'll be in the street (yeah) Ambulance man tryna cover up the leak (yeah) Nobody will care, they'll forget you in a week (yeah) I rather go in there with a swisha with a freak (yeah) And get a lapdance while I listen to the beat (yeah) She's puny and petit I can lif' her off her feet (yeah) If she gives me the spur, you know i'm f**kin her (who) I'm iced out so she don't see nuttin' but a blur (uh) Be careful where you rub don't get nuttin' on the fur (uh) They know we got the things so the drama don't occur (uh) You front 'cause u drunk, yo' ass gettin' jumped (uh) I'm high off the funk drill hash in the skunk (uh) But then the niggaz dump yo' ass in the trunk (uh) All you'll remember is a black mask and a pump Them niggaz should've told you Lloyd Banks - 50 Cent : This is my house you gon' do what I tell you to do When you in my house under my roof you follow my rules This is myyy house Put ya' hands up, put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya', put ya' hands up This is my house I'll house you, Girl you in my house now... Lloyd Banks |
On Fire On Fire Talking: New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this mother****er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this mother****er, light the roof on fire fire fire Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna 26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder Im buying diamond by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, im riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting raw deals Im only 21, sitting on mills We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this mother****er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this mother****er, light the roof on fire fire fire If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her prada I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters So cut the games ma, lets go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I aint bias when im riding through the town Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R & B diva Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader We on fire Up in here, it's burning hot We on fire Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot We on fire Tear the roof off this mother****er, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this mother****er, light the roof on fire fire fire... Lloyd Banks |
Playboy Playboy DJ Whoo Kid Intro Aw man, can I get a raw please Y'all ready, for the main event Damn, Lloyd Banks Lloyd Banks Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners The ranger's tan wit' spinners, check out the white wheels Roll wit' the damn winners, or you and your man's finished You and your rams' fitted, turn off the light switch Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now You niggas ain't this gully, playin' to paint ya skully You'll never take this from me, the riders and all the gangstas from me You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem See ya later I read your head, you be a rodman I know your type, hoppin' all over the beach screaminYou call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreaminI do it for all of the haters, the playas roll wit' the gators They lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us You niggas wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes You lit the precinct up, playin' tattle tail wit' the snitches Even my momma knows, I got all kinda hoes They wait outside the shows, stripped after the diner close Out their designer clothes, wit'out the winer rules Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina boots Come here, take a look inside an entertainer's closet I never trust a bitch, I blame lorainna bobbit Niggas stay and pocket, I know you mad at me But shit ain't peaches n' cream, and I ain't Sarah Lee bitch Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one There's a lot of girls here, go and get up on one We at the bar poppin', bottles 'til they all gone If you ain't leavin' here wit' us, you can walk home 'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride If you a playboy, you got one on each side Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride Ride ride ride Damn, let's go I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera Where I'm from the little kids, they ****in' wit' santa Cause they like tupac more, word?, word to my grandma I figure I might as well leave here wit' my glock drawn 'Cause they'll take you to jail even when you're not wrong Dawg you're not this flashy, but you got to blast me Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me You shouldn't want a fight Unless you wanna fight for your life in a hospital 100 nights I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushinYou call it quality time, I call it handcuffinI'm on the beach of Miami, cellular reachin' my family All weekend wit' panties, from Puerto Rican candy You niggas wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped some flicks You wore your pants tight, play pitty pat wit' the chicks Even my father knows, where the revolver goes I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes And my diamonds froze, that means my time froze We in the club from when its poppin', 'til when the time it's closed Half of these so called real niggas can hardly sing Naw I ain't pullin' over, learnt that from Rodney King So tell your homey chill, you know I hold it still Everything ain't jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield, nigga Outro Everybody on the left get your hands up Everybody on the right get your hands up Everybody up front get your hands up And everybody out back get your hands up And if you in here wit' a strap get your hands up Now put 'em up, put 'em up Whut? Man **** whut he said Now put 'em up, put 'em up... Lloyd Banks |
Southside Story Southside Story Yea Yea I done learn from mistake from my men Who's not whose gone run? Who's not whose gone shoot if you shot? Who gone hold they own who's not Who's gone choose spots? In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody Ni99a will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty When your Jaycobs freeze smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a f**kin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug There I stood stiffer than wood See homie use to buy me candy Now he's gone whose provide his family My ear ringing should have been runnin' I never thought I could be that sick Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots He could have been aiming for me Maybe he circled around the block I turn around to my pops He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin' I can still hear em' laughin' It was a regular day in Southside Sprink aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turnin somebody did somethin' This nigga name I forgot F**k it he lived around the block Regular getting money ni99a But love to clown a lot Walked across the park stuntin' frontin' Diamond in his hear diamond watch on Eatin' a bag of popcorn Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times Stayed in the park wit a nigga wit a mano nine Then in no time older nigga From behind swung a baseball bat Left his face all cracked told him take all that Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown Love to clown wit his stain on the ground And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky If we go up quickly stick me Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter I'm Southside to they hit me I'd be dead it foots can kill I'm from the ghetto boys But I don't know scarface I'd push wit bill My heart spills for the kids That ain't got nothing They gotta steal and For my cousin I lost Leftover I still remember you... Lloyd Banks |
Til The End Til The End Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked thinking about who's your man and who isn't Maybe its necessary maybe you're overreacting Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corna Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya N' threats are honestn with that lingering in the back of ya head Ya know it's possible that you wont make back in ya bed The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya But there's nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) **** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Lloyd Banks: The smell of marijuana reeks off me I raise hell before I speak softly Caught in the mix Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips I've done watched a nigga go from bet to the bricks shit Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me Im a bachelor nigga u aint knockin my lady A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately N' I hope you catch the long nap, rock a bye baby (gun shot) When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us ya baby boy made the big time Hoes is watching n' these niggas trying to get mine Remember back then with lines n' ya flattop Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) **** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Lloyd Banks: I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really smile much if you was here you'd know why There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media ****in me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside then they opened their arms wide took the whooping' n' cried I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall in my crib And handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones If you ain't tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home I've got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome And im blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown...homes You won't know when they gon' dump a slug But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club My whole click caked up, u can't compare the doe And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) **** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoa) My friennnnnnd (Whoaa) Na na na If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaa) My nee ga row (Whoaaa) Lloyd Banks |
Warrior Warrior Lloyd Banks: I'm a warrior Man i never run never snitch i'm a grown man dog i ain't no bitch A warrior Won't change cuz hes rich b4 i shit on my family id lie in a ditch A warrior Won't fold under pressure he got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya A warrior Ill sacrifice it all if he has to react and think about it after I'm a warrior Uh you heard right motha****er my grandmama's daughter ain't raised no sucker. Heart full of pride and a head full of anger. Attitude of a winner infared for the danger. Even the paranoia of a female will change ya wakin up every mornin layin next 2 a stranga. Im on the move smooth with one aisle for the snakes we can't stand hearin ya name all through the states. Turn on the BET and watchin ya video pretendin 2 be ya friends the smart ones really no So if thats ya man warn em cuz theres enough bullets in here 2 hit every NBA patch on em. Nigga ride till i die the song i sing You ain't ready 4 the war ill bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And i ain't neva scared Goddamn ho here i go again the double l oyd get put on the iv tryin 2 try me The new age ali the black c i g whose eyes Beside me i'm smooth as an isley sometimes i surprise me you can't even id as low as my eyes be. I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with ya mouth. The wrong punchline i have niggas inside of ya house. Nigga i'm doin good i made it outta the hood. Out in Beverly Hills no more bottles of wood. This is it 4 that sticky California should whip me. I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me... Lloyd Banks |
Warrior Pt. 2 Warrior Pt. 2 Intro Eminem: Lloyd Banks: Ha ha! Eminem: It's like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport Runnin suckaz with the competition round the court He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you cant **** with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it Nate Dogg: This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game Lloyd Banks: He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate House with just a bigger gate , houndin him was a big mistake He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break Cuz he horrendous when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them G Unit records aint no mother****in stoppin them Nate Dogg: This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game 50 Cent : These niggaz got A Lot of Nothin So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe em somethin They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to **** em Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, **** em He dont care how they feel theyre makin em love em He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz buggin He pull a clip everything Niggaz try to buck him Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin Nate Dogg : This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Don't Need My Boyz Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game Nate Dogg: I can give you somethin' you can talk about I can turn this smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit ****in' clown I can take your girl until I turn her out The bootey layed all out I can give you ****in' somethin' to be mad about And buy her rings and I back out With my DNA all in her mouth... Lloyd Banks |
When The Chips Are Down When The Chips Are Down Lloyd Banks : Yee (laughs) Lloyd Banks : These niggas wanna see me Cuz of the way I shine But it aint that easy To get mine You get ya ass laid down (Voice in beat) Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now Your head goes round n' round Lloyd Banks : Funny how the world revolves around my click Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit (damn) Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo) It's amazing the way that boy came out quick For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap) I'm the new nigga the others can't stand The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh) Let another nigga fill my spot If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not? The Game : Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift Magazines wanna know where they **** L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001 I was playin my playstation I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up out of that coma Police waitin' for a statement (heart monitor beeps to flatline) Lloyd Banks : Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone Papa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone A year past now, caw dead and L gone And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick) Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh) Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride) Every strip, block, and projects is on my side I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms) Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo) broke nigga... Lloyd Banks |
Work Magic Work Magic I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea) I come from the heart of southside (yea) Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea) I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) Lloyd Banks : Baby had tried to steal off the payroll Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo) I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh) You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em Were respected highly 'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you aint around jake (jake) You getcha ass whipped for chips Now thats the real definition of poundcake I got the crownsnake And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha) Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays Lloyd Banks : Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm headin for the top and im almost there Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared I'm headin for the top and im almost there Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear Young Buck : You know how i gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you i'd be back bitch Talk that shit now You hear that fo fif (.45) sound Duck when i spit rounds 'cause this aint beverly hills You in the bricks now We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that **** the police shit We livin in hell You betta guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit whoevers standin around I never learn even after i took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12 gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom) If its beef then im ready to ride Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (motha****a) Lloyd Banks : Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my ****in name Whether the truck or train My minds stuck on the grind 'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came Yeahh aint talkin shit But we can all tell he ass Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah) You gotta blast me yo (yo) 'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe My heart laughin a small Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulda Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Motha****a Yeeuhh (laughs) Mutha****a Im here yeeuh Lloyd banks G-Unit Money by any means,nigga... Lloyd Banks |
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