Lloyd Banks Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:13

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:16

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:19

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:24

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:27

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:31

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:35

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:41

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:52

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

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:55

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

Konu Bilgileri
	Konu Başlığı Lloyd Banks Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics )	Konudaki Cevap Sayısı 15
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15.11.08, 00:16	#2 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 00:19	#3 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 motheras 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

15.11.08, 00:24	#4 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 motherfker 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 fk 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

15.11.08, 00:27	#5 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 00:31	#6 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 00:35	#7 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 00:41	#8 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

15.11.08, 00:52	#9 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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 motherer, 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 motherer, light the roof on fire Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherer, 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 motherer, 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

15.11.08, 00:55	#10 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	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

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