mixtape: V.6: The Gift (2012)

• Rise From The Dirt (Intro)
• City Of Sin
• The Sprint
• Open Arms
• We Run The Town
• Protocol
• Can She Live?
• Bring It Back
• Chosen Few
• Gettin' By
• Live It Up
• Money Don't Matter
• Hate You More
• Show And Prove
• Terror Dome 

Rise From The Dirt (Intro) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

African American accident in America

See I'm not supposed to be here

Somehow I got the leverage to

Wipe my so-called stink off

Light my blunt take my mink off

Like I'm caught in a maze

Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit

Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it

Came out of a darker hole than you've been

And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down & oozin'

But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help

It helps with losin'

Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks

I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips

I'll sick 'em on you with a flick of the wrist

I'm one of the greatest, take a picture of me miss

And bring my rose out by the pitcher we rich

I gives a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the dough

You out of green then give me the gold

I'm doin' my thing & you niggas owe

Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor

I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more

Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise

My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin wise

Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by

Half of what really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside

Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out

Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route

Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in

Like Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them

Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun

Blame the nigga that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one

Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run

Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung

Life can hard to handle you try to offer your help but

They somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up

They say my opposition would last, but they amateurs

My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya

All I got is my word and my D.E., Big Bird

I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb

A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard

When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve

Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I wake

Taking air with a foul smell of disappointment

So much love yet so much hate

Grey skies, used veins, and white poison

Black on black crime for the green man's dollar

In time you will enslave yourself

Mama pushed too hard will not save faith

Will not stop, kill, or fold

I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside cold

Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide

One small piece to the pie of genocide

Same questions in 21 religions

Where will you go, who will, and who isn't

Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt

Wipe your shirt and go to work

Yeah, V6

City Of Sin lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Chris)

Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin

My paper thick, my bitch is swollen

Not cuz I hit her, I mean she holdin'

Hit 'em with this explosion

Lift her, slam her, I'm Hulk Hogan

Handing out all these headaches

Need a million ibuprofen

Blondy and brunette pokin'

Adidas and Nike open

They weeded and might be holdin'

Don't feel the a raft of the slum

Ain't no jokes in this game

Fuck you laughing at son

The man that's behind my cult

Been lifting up every tree

Thank heavens for my results

This is for Heavy D

This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD

Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC

You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule

I tell your mama you ain't shit, put the clip on YouTube

On that "Ravishing" Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels

I've been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools

Come around where we lay

You'll see just what we say

We sin & we pray

And hope that shit be ok

I get that dough everyday

Grab all the weed out the tray

Roll my troubles away

Smoking my troubles away

Out here, we die every day

It feels like violence the way

Them nigga hungry as hell

And got they eye on the pay

I never mind what they say

Pop the fuckin rozay

And drink my troubles away

Drink my troubles away

(Drink my troubles away)

I talk that shit, yes I do

You know my wrist is sky blue

Married the block said I do

Time to celebrate with my crew

Seven deep so the Cadillacs, gotta take about two

Yellow caution the block

Make sure they tape 'em out too

Any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too

No ain't no need for no rushing

Let's count that paper out too

Chillin down in Miami, bitches fuck on the yacht

You niggas stuck on my instagram pictures, up on the block

Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf

But if I hit 'em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell

I'm a menace out here, I'm a product of blocks

And the hate don't amount, I gets alot of that guap

Nice resort on the hills, quarter mill for the wheel

You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some shield

I'm a problem I promise, vacate down in the Thomas

Smoking down in the islands my money growing, empower

Come around where we lay

You'll see just what we say

We sin & we pray

And hope that shit be ok

I get that dough everyday

Grab all the weed out the tray

Roll my troubles away

Smoking my troubles away

Out here, we die every day

It feels like violence the way

Them nigga hungry as hell

And got they eye on the pay

I never mind what they say

Pop the fuckin rozay

And drink my troubles away

Drink my troubles away

(Drink my troubles away)

I used to dream of these profits

Same time they feenin to cop it

My presence big as a building

I put your team in my pocket

I'ma bong your wife

She takes my semen and swap it

Them vixens come with a victor

I'm like a king on that topic

I do this everywhere

In/out the town, the P's and the tropics

We leave a mess and go

Chocolate and whip cream when I popped it

I stick my chest out to the rift

Soon as you catch up, they switch

Chrome and metal burn rubber

I wood grained decked up the 6

Fuck you hatin ass niggas

And you hatin ass hoes

We ain't in the same bracket

So don't debate on our flows

'Cause I'm so motherfucking high

I can touch the sky

You have just been outshined

By someone that doesn't try

I'm getting red I ain't got to lift a leg

Lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg

Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggas dead

Torn is for the lessons, count my blessings before I hit the bed

Come around where we lay

You'll see just what we say

We sin & we pray

And hope that shit be ok

I get that dough everyday

Grab all the weed out the tray

Roll my troubles away

Smoking my troubles away

Out here, we die every day

It feels like violence the way

Them nigga hungry as hell

And got they eye on the pay

I never mind what they say

Pop the fuckin rozay

And drink my troubles away

Drink my troubles away

(Drink my troubles away)

The Sprint lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh, uh, uh, uh

At the game, ironic I've been balling all week

Sat down high as ever at my floor seat

These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet

Four rounds, bout to make a jewelry store sweep

Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet

Tag contract can't keep these bitches off me

I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple

I'm strap really keep your family with a louie duffle

Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple

Plane swag, I fly steady renew the buckle

We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle

I left a piece of every where

Stalkers do the puzzle

Hey yeah I gotta shock somebody

I got the bad girls flocking me

Ass dropping and poppin' molly

The king hands down, you an impostor by me

Champagne & pasta on a block that's grimey

It ain't no stopping, mami, and know I'm single still

Kingdom on the hill got her flingin' off her heels

My flows on pills, red beams with the cells

Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill

My life's a movie sex scene seen on film

Fill a filthy mouth with a ounce on the couch

Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey

You hoes will never know me

Think I'm doing better lonely

Big wheel, all pokey, no top like Ginóbli

Blurring out the pitchers stones block out the rolley

Honey gotta fetish so her face is all spit

Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit

I ain't got a water bottle for you on a dry year

View it all clear, eleven hundred on my eyewear

Die weird, lose your mind here, right in Times Square

Bomb scare, kicking it in my Yves Saint Laurent gear

My hottie tall, black Barbie doll, mack lobby call

Flash party mob, slash Mardi Gras

I don't speak another language always in a foreign car

Cartier on my ear, eightteen five a pair

Gotta lead by year, I swear

I pass your favorite rapper tryin' to speed back here

Beat ya neck game like a speed bag, swear

When them other niggas fade I'ma be right here

I'm looking at the nigga in the mirror on my signal to be clearer

And this horror slash thriller, I'm just bringing you the trailer

Menage in Venezuela, hope DR is even realer

Turn the bedroom into the ER when I drill her

Highlights like a athlete I need clips

Everything take a back seat to V6

You hoes already loose let's make it happen

The cash a have the fattest ass in here make it clappin

I'm always kitted, this time I over did it

So all then hold the blizzard, throw dough off the pivot

My flow's frigid, yeah this my frozen style

Banks bend bars like the golden child

They say they want to eat, McDonald's or flee

Chill one day, see em 6 times in a week

Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads

No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole

I'm Cold

Open Arms lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Lil' homie you ain't gotta be nobody, be yourself

Cause you don't need nothin', don't mean nobody need your help

My nigga lost his mind real young, know how he felt

We're in a big pot, you either make it out or melt

You can have that, you want that, get on out and get it

Once you grab that, give some back hit it come back in spirit

You a thinker? You thinkin' you can be on top?

I think you're on the right path can't wait to see you pop

Congratulations to the kid that did it up big

Reparations for my niggas comin' off bids

Education's only deep as you can dig it

Knowledge is the light, dark secret every visit

I left the will for this zone, me and my microphone

Blood, drugs, liquor and chrome, my nigga life goes on

When it rains, it pours, drama ignites the storm

Runnin' for a rider gets your license torn

Out here we got it hard, so hard. The streets got her arms open up to me

They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they'll fuck wit' me

I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly

Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny

You want it? Well I want it more

No rules here, all fair in love and war

Just the number in the lotto, goin' down a sequence

Niggas dyin' to get bills, but they killin' over sneakers

Dreamin' of a million hearts beatin' through the speakers

Don't blame the terrible, blame the terror of the teachers

I'm not my brothers keeper in the era of the leecher

Find a lady that ya love wit' a head you better keep her

Keep ya mind on ya mission

I wish you well but don't get blinded wit' wishin' god

Fish like your fishin' rod

Rod comin' home, Ron comin home

Death right before dishonor on my arm till I'm gone

Ery'day is Rosé, Sean Don like tha don

Green made me 4k, blowin cron out the bong

I been at it too long, it ain't no one liver

I'm still fly and I rap like a drunk driver

Mad hoes, the one I brung's hotter

Married to the game, you leave you don't get one dollar

Out here we got it hard, so hard. The streets got her arms open up to me

They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they'll fuck wit' me

I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly

Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny

You want it? Well I want it more

No rules here, all fair in love and war

We Run The Town lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Vado)

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?

Quick chills everytime son is on

I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop

My style came from the sons of corn

Shine so bright, give the crowd shades

Might get burned when the son perform

On point, cause you don't get two mistakes

There's rules and apes, I'm jungle born

All proceeds to myself, foreign G's on these belts

You cold freezing, I'm so evil

See me no season, we stealth

Banks got the game in a headlock

This ain't gon' feel like a leg shot

More like I'm rammin' y'all, with a cannon ball

I air you out 'til your head pop

Now everybody poppin' shit, cause I'm popular

Think I just seen a binocular

Put me anywhere and I'll stand out

Kick a sixteen to the opera

Figured I bring out a throwback

Bet the bitch look mean, and they jockin' her

But I'm game tight and you know that

And I'm yellin' out "Where the hoes at?"

Sellin' out of the Kodak

Tell 'em that I'll never go back

Killin' 'em, now let the dough stack

Still be a legend with no plaque

Million dollar my doormat

I get 'em with one of my old raps

I'm chillin' in somethin' exclusive

On the Southside, nigga hold that

Shouts to my bitches, I got a million

Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feelin'

My money is up, up to the ceiling

Your buzz done died down, I did the killin shit

We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down

We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down

Ayo, my mask on like gimme dat

Mags long, we empty that

Act wrong we clap strong

Air max on my Fendi strap

Four door that Bentley black

Light cars drop plenty racks

Four fours we spark fours

You want more than these snitchin' caps

Far from hungry, who?

Nigga you don't know what they put me through

Shit I came from the block with a rock from the stu

When you were tryna block, shoot the rock, go to school

Never thought ? cops even move

Or even when it's hot ? play it cool

Yeah I served that, where you learn that from?

? clean get the mop with the tool

Bossling, they call me Rothstein

The safe deposit through Rolls Royces, gulf stream

Walk in closets show every brand of cloth seen

I wear my pockets, take 50 grand exhausting

Shouts to my bitches, I got a million

Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feelin'

My money is up, up to the ceiling

Your buzz done died down, I did the killin shit

We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down

We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down

Protocol lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Loud pack in the back, no sneaking past I'm warrant hot

Put everything in my rack,sneaker stacks in an orange box

Now she want me on the spot, I'm in there no alarm clock

Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it's 4 o clock

A million and one more weirdos, they don't get no run around here though

I been loading this gun all year, so when it unloads

It might leave an air hole, pay your rank about 0

Major Bank on my ear lobe, That mean Gs up, hoes down

And play ga-ga-game of my heroes

Catch me out, chasing them zeroes

Zoo keeper I'm Furred up, new speakers I'm turned up

Due to reefer I burned up

Drinking like it's my first cup

I ram that cat to a 90, Bitch Huh? Eat What?

I'll leave that to the zombies

Bet these thirsty rats wanna line me

Big old rat when you find me

Clean my wheel make everything shiny

I get back when the clock is timing, shit

Whoever thought we'd get this far?

This for those that died to soon

Purple weed around the room

R I P to Sha Da Goon

I bring the crowd around this bitch

I'm making this money

I'm rocking Thousand Dollar kicks

More drugs,more honeys

I need a lot of kind of piff

And I make it or love it

You're supposed to pop off

You can't get nothing from me

Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now

Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down

I want it now, I want it now

Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

Look, don't get on my shit list

I give all of y'all the business

Let your #1 fan be the witness

Is this #1 champ for the bitches

You lucky to be my apprentice

Ball so hard, got a slipped Disk

I'm whatever lobsters shrimp is

And I'm ringed up like the Olympics

Man, I'm making it rain by the inches

You dumb as hell, you claim to be

Means more than water

For being part of my famous team

Ring shatter hop on a desk

She said, I ain't never come that fast

I said, I ain't never done that either

If she only knew about my past

My bars are stupid-up, too bright, can't dumb it down

Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup

All summer now, just had a day dream about last night

Had him scream in his sleep in a cat's sight

Any girl any good get my wood

She front on me, she ain't wrapped right

Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight

In the day time, and the neck tight

All it happens, nigga it's crackin'

With a rock and a crack pipe

Shawty suck my dick, take a pic

Show and tell and go to hell

Fourteen carat, balling habit

Goldie ways, go Chanel

I bring the crowd around this bitch

I'm making this money

I'm rocking Thousand Dollar kicks

More drugs,more honeys

I need a lot of kind of piff

And I make it or love it

You're supposed to pop off

You can't get nothing from me

Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now

Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down

I want it now, I want it now

Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

Can She Live? lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Damn man, can she live?

Can she do the thing with the kid?

You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib

Damn man, is you mad? Tryna send that ass home in a cab?

That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had

You looking for a trick then you don't want me

She tryna get paid and I fuck for free

You a bird nigga you paying her bills

Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

Hold, hold up, stop, stop the press

Cut the back talk, drop hoes for less

You gonna stay in your line I won't play with your mind

I'm all day on the grind, I won't stress

Sexed out cause I'm fucking all night

Screwing all day, I'ma try these new moves on Shay

Tell her call her friend Chante

She gon' bring Kesha and we all gonna party my way

You lost her mind, she eyein' the click, we bond and shit

You know wine and shit, cause if I knew the things you know

You can bet my roll I'm gonna fire her quick

And that go for every nigga I know

G's don't follow

Weed got my eyes low

Make her ass feel real good today then leave her tomorrow

Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid

You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib

Damn man, is you mad? tryna send her ass home in a cab

That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had

You looking for a trick then you don't want me

She tryna get paid and I fuck for free

You a bird nigga you paying her bills

Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

Boy what's up with that hate

Hating can't fuck us up it's too late

You working on nerves dog you won't break

You can take all the time you want, she gon wait

You know anything goes when I get them in the game

I don't know, prolly make a tape

Tape her ass up, make it shake

Put her pretty ass in the doggy bag make her play

4 bad red bones in a row

Bout my dog, I don't love no ho

Pretty girls wanna be around my show

Nigga no means no cut it out let her go

Living fast, suck my dick slow

That head be the honor roll

Spending whole damn day watching me

That's why she never got time no more

Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid

You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib

Damn man, is you mad? tryna send her ass home in a cab

That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had

You looking for a trick then you don't want me

She tryna get paid and I fuck for free

You a bird nigga you paying her bills

Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

Bring It Back lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Fabolous)

Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it

I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it

When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it

Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it

Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy

You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did im witty

Im a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie

My jewels pop with that pretty and im shoeboxing that kitty

Im too hot to fuck with me, I'll chamber you im flameable, untameable

Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two

Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue

Them niggas done got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you

My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ im dynamite

Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and im not that type

Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please nigga yo swag simple

My flow hot as my last bitch, she a rat now her ass crippled

Hey, hey, hey

I think I finally done found my way

Yeah, yeah

I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day

No, no

You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks

Go, go

Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back

Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by

I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high

I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly

Everything I got is sick, illest man alive

Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill

Illest nigga around, that's one hell of a hospital bill

Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen

"Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!"

Last seen on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup

Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo

Studio with my hood chick, True Religions and bamboo hoops

Laid back coming up with shit, she give me head while the sample loops

Horsey on that logo, call my 'rari Polo

You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO

All you niggas gon' learn today, im the teacher, im the tutor

A few Ray Allens, a couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters

Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she heard I'm groovy

Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie

Dont get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her

Lost his bitch, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro

Hey, hey, hey

I think I finally done found my way

Yeah, yeah

I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day

No, no

You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks

Go, go

Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back

Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by

I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high

I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly

Everything I got is sick, illest man alive

Old money's my lady, new money's my baby

Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy

If it's 2 trips, I want 80, these cool kids doin' crazy

You rocking with the most shady, keep tools gripped, it ain't gravy

All I know is liquor and two of us, she prolly gon' touch all of us

I'm in my own zone, my flow's grown, I made mine up on the short bus

Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win

He with me then he fam', dawg, cross him and I'm jumping in

Homeboy I got pumpkin skin, that mean shit don't get to me

My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want know Tiffany

If looks can kill we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick of sea

I asked her for some bomb head, she told me "No Diggity"

One love to my family, you don't look like no kin to me

Back hand like the Wimbledon, she's goin' off my energy

So much soul I'mma live again, ay girl go in the crib at 10

Play games I'll kick your ass out, put that on my Timberlands

Chosen Few lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Jadakiss)

I've got to live life to the fullest

Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets

They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push

I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush

It's just me against the world

When I get to where I'm going

I'ma show 'em where I'm from

I ain't cool with what they gave me

I'ma get this money son (yeah)

Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none

More than every nigga born in the slum

You know death's around

The corner but you still go

Life is a kick in the ass

With a steel toe, when you chasing that real dough

And I'm down to get mine wherever wheels go

Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so

With all that being said I let it ring whole

Chill through the winter, spend summer for a screen slow

Check out my lingo, jamaican terminology

Follow me, then swallow me, it's no apology

That's a part of me, probably why they honour me

I gotta be, top lottery, high commodity

Although it's like a job to me

It's highway robbery

Ride with me, where to?

To the top, obviously

I lost my pops in October, it made me colder

No longer able to stand shoulder to shoulder

You know where you're sober

No rewind, no control, no degree, no diploma

Just the heart of a soldier

I've got to live life to the fullest

Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets

They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push

I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush

It's just me against the world

When I get to where I'm going

I'ma show 'em where I'm from

I ain't cool with what they gave me

I'ma get this money son (yeah)

Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none

More than every nigga born in the slum

They ain't given to me so I took it chopped bagged and cooked it

Then take it for granted never overlooked it

Now the bullshit came in, and went out of the other ear

Coming from the hood, lucky to see another year

Zip another bodybag up, shed another tear

When I'm all willin' then we gone up the upper tear

It ain't nothing like opening the frigde, and it ain't nothing there

Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear

Yeah, what's a father supposed to tell his kids

When the revolver become their relatives

And they goin' harder than they ever did

We all die but do we ever live

I've got to live life to the fullest

Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets

They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push

I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush

It's just me against the world

When I get to where I'm going

I'ma show 'em where I'm from

I ain't cool with what they gave me

I'ma get this money son (yeah)

Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none

More than every nigga born in the slum

Sound same as all automatic, I was at it again

Tackle my chin at me or my kin, t hought I was limb

Brought up my kid to Devil's stadium

Red rights if you play with him

But this gift, I'm flaming them lost and they half demon

I sun up with my shady style

Young and dumb and wavy ride

Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie

You know I'm one hundred you ever gave me five

Son got about this, still hurt from the way he died

I rather take an army with me

'Til then I'm living, fucking bitches, poppin' Dom, I'm pissy

You piss me off and they picking

I'm way to hard to listen

I'm way to red, I put my future on my dark history

I've got to live life to the fullest

Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets

They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push

I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush

It's just me against the world

When I get to where I'm going

I'ma show 'em where I'm from

I ain't cool with what they gave me

I'ma get this money son (yeah)

Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none

More than every nigga born in the slum

Yeah, real nigga shit

Smoke out to it

Zone out to it

Count a half a million dollars cash

Live life to the fullest, niggas

For those not here

For those still here

G-Unit, D-Block

My nigga Banks, y'all ready

Let's get it

Gettin' By lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Schoolboy Q)

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground

I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around

Jumping bitches off the vert

Throw these dollars make them work

Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't

Easily broke you don't keep hope

Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote

World full of bread, who wanna be broke

Daddy done dead, Ma gotta be both

Life's too short, gotta be close

Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks

Give me two years, it'll probably be three

4 door benz make my flee

On the regular tip, I'm hit

Your lit, I'm super

Dude don't like when they set that trap

Just like that like I ain't never knew ya

Treat them hoes just like manure

I maneuver like booyah

I'm too ill to slip, new wheel to whip

Necklace out the cooler

I've been drunk and high all day y'all

My weed loud as a AR

I heard money the only thing that holds weight

A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar

Nine out of ten, there's a friend there's a snake

We all walk around with the same scar

Seems like it's real but it ain't

Bet these trips to the bank won't change naw

A pound of loud, smoke up

Everyday I'm getting stuck

In my city they get down

Watch the way I hold it up

Won't give in, won't give up

I gotta be rich as fuck

Racks tuck, nigga what

Baddest bitches getting touched

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar

My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off

Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you

She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q

Number 1 gangster can't be two

Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor

Nigga go broke cuz his rap money slow

Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap

Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope

Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know

Still ain't met another nigga like me

Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat

Hollow tip shots motherfucker I'm a G

Let's get slow, slur relax

And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed

Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text

And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next

So this your town, fuck your respect

I'm the headline you don't get my check

Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke

Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs

Tryin' to get a house up out these folks

Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes

Spark a blunt, pass it around

Prowl the bitch and dick her down

Me & Banks was smoking loud

Bet your ho gon leave you now

A pound of loud, smoke up

Everyday I'm getting stuck

In my city they get down

Watch the way I hold it up

Won't give in, won't give up

I gotta be rich as fuck

Racks tuck, nigga what

Baddest bitches getting touched

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by

Live It Up lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I'm ballin' like I used to

That dough coming bookoo

And my diamons coloured new blue

Got these bitches going' coocoo

Bag 'em up when they chuchu

Amtrack on these hoes

Cheesing like the Packers

'Cause I'm packing up these shows

How the fuck am I supposed to rememeber

Who I bone? Probably won't

When you broke, bitches said you eat they smoke

Now they don't, now they kneel

Kiss my feet or hit the street, how it feel?

I'm a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill

Drunk as fuck and I'm smoking

Trunk her up and I'm hoping

I can get her back to my room

With this video girl I'm pocking shit

I'm getting head right now

This supposed to be work?

I'm laughing hard at these chicks

That think they getting close to me, nope

They said, I ain't fucking with who? That's supposed to be jokes

Still be three weeks, and three tweets

They get a whole of these quotes

Don't know how the hell we floating

All I hope are these boats

Diving into my chevy ridin' round on the spokes

Hey, what you niggas know about this money

The kick, got it ready to go

Hundred miles an hour catch me running

Full speed ahead to the dough

I'ma get it, life without a limit

I just want to live it up

I got the hunger for more

I'ma get it, life without a limit

I just want to live it up

I'm stacking on these chips

Producer how I switch the kicks

I flip the whip I'm sicker than sick

I think somebody done slipped me a mick"

Marry come dance with me

You're like my fantasy

I got all these questions girl

And you got the answer sheet

You know what dude didn't teach

'Cause ain't no romancing me

The couple out the east

We got the chance to be

I'm out here hitting switches

Front street on the slum

I got a thousand bitches

But you can be the one

I'm put a whoop, you beat that pussy like a drum

'Til you come 'til you done

Where you from, where you going

And you hit it from the back

Smack it 'til it's red

Everyday I'm playing I went platinum in the bed

Bombay on my course, 5k on my coat

Five days in my city, that's five days in her throat

Niggas know what happen just for talking sideways

And they won't

Better of you don't, take a hit of this dope

Hey, what you niggas know about this money

The kick, got it ready to go

Hundred miles an hour catch me running

Full speed ahead to the dough

I'ma get it, life without a limit

I just want to live it up

I got the hunger for more

I'ma get it, life without a limit

I just want to live it up

Money Don't Matter lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I got my hands all over your girl

Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me

You can buy everything she loves

But you can't buy hers with your money

She on E when she fucking with me

I got her up in the V, getting nasty

I got her shaking all way down to her knees

I get it all for free, holla at me

Mister I ain't never gave a fuck about a girl

I'm ghetto, I'm thorough, I'm repping my borough

I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero

Probably thinking I'm the one

Tired of riding with a zero, zeroed up

I only hear chains, don't hear no slut

Red rose matching my clothes, don't wear no cup

Headphones, channel my zone, she won't shut up

Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up

I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya

You mix business with pleasure, you're sliding down a danger

Girl, never mind the minor, 'cause I'ma do it major

They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than a laser

Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy

You gon' have to peel it off the ground

I wanna knock 'em down though, I will it with my crown

It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound

It gets scary when I pound, now

I got my hands all over your girl

Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me

You can buy everything she loves

But you can't buy hers with your money

She on E when she fucking with me

I got her up in the V, getting nasty

I got her shaking all way down to her knees

I get it all for free, holla at me

Uh, cuffing only comes with a backlash

She got that you get money, you can clap pass and a fat ass

Her life shaking it, new bottles and black bags

Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast

You will never appreciate nothing 'til you making some

So keep it real with me and keep it fake with them

Full phone book, travel out of the state with none

She looking for a trick, and you a major one

Told her she's running out of time, she bought me a watch

She know I beat her ass up, she calls me the box

A bad bitch is like the norm, they normally hot

I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props

My jewelry extra, light up the mall with these rocks

Glock bodyguard, you niggas tour with the cops

You spending here, never see you at all when I shop

Keep your convo, fast forward the guap, I'm hot

I got my hands all over your girl

Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me

You can buy everything she loves

But you can't buy hers with your money

She on E when she fucking with me

I got her up in the V, getting nasty

I got her shaking all way down to her knees

I get it all for free, holla at me

Hate You More lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Now she thinks she know me

Problem is I know her too

Separation the solution

We both don't know what we do

Them hating bitches wasn't hatin

When I told you " bring 'em through "

Now they sneakin they email me

Calling, texting, pinging too

Stuck my dick in every city

But I always figured you

Stick around when I got hot

Cuz you was there when I was cool

And I was young, dumb, full of cum

Greedy bitches pullin' some

Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from

She thinks she working me

She must think I'm stupid

Ain't no jerkin' me

We dun kidnapped cupid

Fuck you gon take advantage of blue

I wrote the blueprint

Hanging out with my surrey

Beat that pussy up and roof it

No look pass, alley-oop it

They don't like me

They like that its bentley when I coupe it

With that in mind it's hard

To get blinded behind the music

Even if I had a heart

I work hard ain't no time to use it

And that there ain't exclusive

There you go again, acting like you got me

Got mad enough to flip

Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser

I'mma play them bitches first

You done lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse

Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work

It will cost me, always knew it all

That's my curse, what you faking for

Crazy how you telling me you hate me

I think I hate you more

You make me not like you anymore

In fact I think I hate you

Really hope I hate you, I hate you

You make me not like you anymore

In fact I think I hate you

Really hope I hate you

I think I hate you more

You used to light me up

Grind me shit, move the fire

You got louie bags of skeletons

And you's a liar

Just someone you call to get a nut out, or boo the prior ?

I don't think the loyal bitch has come out

My foolish priors

Priorities lead to paper

If she knew better

Then she knew Id always be major

But she's caught up in the wind of the world

Average behavior

You don't wanna be shit yourself

You want someone to save ya

Well save that for the next man

My next plan is to play ya

You play for one of them teams

You got the best change to slay her

Lay her down by the lay up

Benjamin Franklin makes the world go round

Throws the cowards probably carrots and merry

That's how they all go down

Don't come around me cause I'm too cold

You may be prepared for what the truth holds

Complex technicality grabbing me through this loop hole

And no actuality, rather me and my coup gone

Gone from the bullshit

There you go again, acting like you got me

Got mad enough to flip

Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser

I'mma play them bitches first

You done lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse

Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work

It will cost me, always knew it all

That's my curse, what you faking for

Crazy how you telling me you hate me

I think I hate you more

You make me not like you anymore

In fact I think I hate you

Really hope I hate you, I hate you

You make me not like you anymore

In fact I think I hate you

Really hope I hate you

I think I hate you more

Show And Prove lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I hit the lick, I'm gone

It's hard enough just hanging on

In this game of the strong who play the pawn?

Swarming you on a day when it's calm

Remain alone

Blood, honor, and karma all part of my favourite songs

I've been down, too long

The only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em

I'ma show 'em all

They don't want me to go

But I'm going

There's a lot of ways to make it

And more ways to lose it

You gettin' to it? Then make it count

I got hallways of music

Big world raised a ruler

My boys knew it and they can vouche

Everybody chasing that money

As soon as it comes niggas act funny

What's the hatin' bout?

Same niggas holdin' ya baby, got the intentions so crazy

Tryin' to get in ya paper route

Ah, I bet the same bitch you trustin'

Got your name up for discussion

Ass bussin' to rock her world

She on the crowd tip

Chicken head and proud shit

Infatuated with foul shit

Diamonds, rocks and pearls, uh

He lost a homie to the same grind

Poison girls, sick to my stomach

Tryin' not to hurl , uh

We live the blood sport, it's game time

Fuck your hood, frame mine

L's get to rock the hood

I hit the lick, I'm gone

It's hard enough just hanging on

In this game of the strong who play the pawn?

Swarming you on a day when it's gone

Remain alone

Blood, honor, and karma what are my favourite songs

I've been down, too long

Only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em

I'ma show 'em all

They don't want me to go

But I'm going

Uh, gotta learn to handle the pressure

You let the industry stress you

You be pushed out before your time

Me, I love that, shout out the heckler

The "money bag collector", "flow-wrecker," with my war design

I ain't changed so where the love go

The hate in the streets too crowded, royal rumble

And I'ma see to it that all you crumble

Racks by the bundle relax while I son you

Big name, bigger tha bounty, The Walking Dead all around me

Change your ways, or be a grave

On chains, alert the county

The same dirt that found me

Still fucked up, repeated days

Cops 'round feel like they want me

Cause my pockets all chunky, money don't change your profile

So they sick, rather me junky

Bustin raps in my bunky, fuck 'em, see my coat, smile

I hit the lick, I'm gone

It's hard enough just hanging on

In this game of the strong who play the pawn?

Swarming you on a day when it's gone

Remain alone

Blood, honor, and karma what are my favourite songs

I've been down, too long

Only way to pay 'em backs to show 'em

I'ma show 'em all

They don't want me to go

But I'm going

I'ma show 'em all

They don't want me to go

But I'm going

Terror Dome lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Hoppin out that motherfucker two doors up

Sadiddy pretty bitches but her crew won't fuck

I'm in the south don't reaffirm I'm on my New York stuff

I gets 'em in and moves 'em out, I need a U-Haul truck

My cup overflows with mojo you done used yours up

Feel like I'm catching stunts in slow mo

Got the shoe store stuck

Nigga my new bar is up

My reputation got the booth starstruck

Gotta be two guards up

Hard to regroup hard luck

Pardon me, move, I'm next

Robbery? Cool, I'm vexed

Half of me is all fucked up, part of me is too complex

She's screaming out for the lord, how many has moved by sex

I get that new bomb head called the dupont reg

Regular weed's a no, hit it hard, breathe it slow

How the hell we get so cold, 500 degrees below

Here we, here we go, rare canary flow

Pretty automobile on the street, this scary though

Yeah, this for my home, niggas dead and gone

South Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome

Where the lead is blown, man down

Somebody getting planned out in the land now

Get your mind right let me take you to

The society, you may not make it through

A bunch of homies and some heart make it cruel

Fuck the police and your pussy ass too

Back looking for blood

Be like where you was?

Shit chillin, ballin', draggin

Chicks all off these clubs

Had to get do one big pool of shit

Just to get some love

Open sesame, the recipe

The extasy's a drug

Step G strolling, weed smoking, wack as hell MC

Broken, V open, how you gonna catch me in your jeans

Choking, playa to the core, got the woman of my dreams

Open, lust coming from my aroma

Cause my steam potent, spot me in the room a king

Y'all know I'm that dude in Queens, stupid bling, laughing big

Smile right out the movie screen, my Louie clean

Fuckin' palm is itching so that's usually green

Using gold the most, underrated God truth be told

Young black mistake, out of this violent cruel nature

Victim never predicter, you can keep your fools paper

Never bled sucker blood, my heart don't pump an ounce of fear

Marksman I'm hitting everybody out there

Yeah, this for my home, niggas dead and gone

South Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome

Where the lead is blown, man down

Somebody getting planned out in the land now

Get your mind right let me take you to

The society, you may not make it through

A bunch of homies and some heart make it cruel

Fuck the police and your pussy ass too

mixtape: The Cold Corner 2 (2011)

• 1, 2, 3 Grind
• Super Crack
• Shock The World
• Predator
• The Pulse
• Make It Stack
• Score
• We Fuckin'
• Love Shots
• Joke's On You
• Young Fly Flashy
• Ice Box Part 2
• No Love
• Cashing In
• Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide)
• Keep Your Cool
• Get It How I Live
• Come Up 

1, 2, 3 Grind lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Prodigy)

Wordplay in the worst way

Earthquake, niggas is shook, ash in my purp tray

20′s on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday

Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway

Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree

Cooler than a cooler, armed like a padre

Ya baby momma dream about the God

I let her hit the button fingers startin up the car

Style when I sleep, slicker when I hit the street

Greens pillin' up, body builder when I lift the beat

My weed sour my bitches sweet

Marine style but my shit discrete

Watch me make the flip repeat

I don't trick or treat, but so halloween

Michael myers with the fire trip holla scream

I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team

It's like I'm playin solitare

I don't see a challenge here, yeaaah

Money movin on the dime

Ready 1...2...3 grind

Niggas better give me mine

About my funds, top down

Ready for the shine

Gettin to it so inline

I'm influenced by the gold

I do it if I tried

I'mma get 'em every time

Ready 1...2...3...grind!

You know there's rules that you following

And tools get the hollow point

Poppin' at these fools

These dudes get their narrow ass deceased

I terminate, unleash the purly gate

Put that work in than I spin like a 38

All around the world, back around the world twice

Fucking with the internash infamous paradigm

Catch your bitch on the line at the concert

I'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity time

I'm the worst of the worst, vultures

Come on slime, you ain't never in your life never life like mine

This is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime

In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine

You soft like spaghetti, I'm harder than a whale dick

Clap a nigga real quick, falling outta line like

1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes, vamonos

I show you how to die, it's career suicide must be on that crack high

Coming at me diagonally, the fuck you on your mind fuck be on you niggas brains

It seems you wish death

Yo blow, these niggas playin' games ready for flesh

Money movin on the dime

Ready 1...2...3 grind

Niggas better give me mine

About my funds, top down

Ready for the shine

Gettin to it so inline

I'm influenced by the gold

I do it if I tried

I'mma get 'em every time

Ready 1...2...3...grind!

Big chain photo, still beaming when you see me

HFM in 3D, hood beemer bump my CD

I'mma a creep, do some foul shit every week

Fuck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets

Stay low I'm on that numb shit, hit and bounce shit

I'm looking for a minaj they looking for a sponsor

Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track

All 4 of my pockets fat, Like New York city rat

Brighter than my jewelery I'm in line with the stars

I'm from Mars, I'm bad stacking Domino broads

Living large, you gon need 500 bars

When we drive, make bouji bitches climb in the cars

Wheels spin the street off, Porsche peel with the feet off

The haters still hating it ain't hard to tell that he lost

In need of defrost, brick ? this shit old

Play with me get hospitaled or wife widowed

Money movin on the dime

Ready 1...2...3 grind

Niggas better give me mine

About my funds, top down

Ready for the shine

Gettin to it so inline

I'm influenced by the gold

I do it if I tried

I'mma get 'em every time

Ready 1...2...3...grind!

Super Crack lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Tension in the spot now, South side in the house

Pretty fucking pops when I get topped right on the couch

Bitches eyes popping, cause I popped in unannounced

I am fresh from the dealer, We gonna inhale a whole ounce

Full accounts, pouring the King bubbly love me

Three at a time juggling, mink cover the snubbie

Diamond rings and blondie flings, I'm fly as Armani wings

Crack flow and I'm on that Marley Green, I'm Charlie Sheen, winning

Turn the VIP into sinnin', that last round got me spinning

But I wake up with these women, lingerie eating bombs away

Make up on the linen, 6 rounds, revolver day

Break her when I get in, Game spitter, my mind deep I take these bitches swimming

Fuck them love them forget them, let the naked pictures get them

Good chronic for hard living and exotic cars driven

Bar sitting, star shitting, when my album starts shipping

Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping

Bitches and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden

Benjamins with no limit, Spend them soon as we get them

Take them back to the future, it's feeling like the beginning

I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded

Ey' day on that bullshit, the block did it

Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some

Upgrading all gears, gearing up for the summer

Stalkers from the winter, Now tearing them up with the lumber

I wonder if I get that feeling before my numbers

Called for me to go under, through four seasons a stunta

No need for a pun, to create a hit, make it stick

Take the flick, front and flicking ashes off my favorite whip

Boom Bap from Bentleys making the neighbors sick

They rather me in a coffin, cuz I'm horsing shit

New year, I'mma bring it in like the old me

Frozie, rats by the shell where the hoes be

We drinking all night, reflect on it the morning after

Your girl of beauty, I met, charmed, and autographed her

The more the millions of dollars, the more the laughter

Four wheelers, Impalas, I'm balling past ya

Only himself can stop him, he got the town popping

Rubber band snapping, I land and hit the ground shopping

Trip on we ain't tripping, So much money we tipping

Bitches and bottles popping, Boy left foot is forbidden

Benjamins when I'm in it, Spend them soon as we get them

Take them back to the future, its feeling like the beginning

I'm back, back to the top with it, drop kidded

Calm down that bullshit, the block did it

Uhh, so I guess I owe you one, Now watch how I get some

Shock The World lyrics - Lloyd Banks

They ain't did it how I do it, niggas got the nerve

Major digits through this music, new shit I deserve

Push myself off of the ledge, I think I got the urge

Finer things when I'm climbing, diamonds and furs

I keep it rugged, they love it, I'm always out in public

Boy you used to, you suspect and ballin' on a budget

You a leecher, who does that, don't go around the subject

Hit the bleachers, you been wack and you ain't get no luck yet

Now you dissing or I'm tripping, cause muthafucker listen

Offend me with what your spitting I'll be gone to the system

Get the fuck from round me I don't know you, its tradition

I'm low like there's a bounty on me, police started tripping

I'm making 'em sick, you all know the remedy

Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy

I'm getting dough so the girls go to bed with me

Shawty got the plug now she goin' off my energy

Thats right, goin' off my energy

I'ma shock the World bet they all gon' remember me

She goin' off my energy

Goin' off my energy

Uh, rose still bubbling, ball in every club I'm in

Electric when I'm walking through, come here let me plug you in

Multitask hustlin' I'm goin' for the double win

You're falling off and fumbling

Heading right for trouble, man, I'm pimpin', I'm poppin'

My Lawyer good as Cochran

If you listen and watch him you realise I drop him

Weed copping, I'm shopping so we all the bitches jocking

Man, I'm minking and crocking, he nervous when I'm dropping

Man I've been under dog for too long, its easier to do wrong

Cautious when I get my groove on, thats how they move on

A nigga catch ya slipping, you'll be booked

Showing off on the internet with what he took, another jooks

I'm making 'em sick, you all know the remedy

Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy

I'm getting dough so the girls go to bed with me

Shawty got the plug now she goin' off my energy

Thats right, goin' off my energy

I'ma shock the World bet they all gon' remember me

She goin' off my energy

Goin' off my energy

Predator lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Styles P)

The sky is gray

Its like this everyday

The town is full of predators

Dont turn into the prey

I Flip a million out of nothing

Make them feel a certain way

Hoping that this swisher

Puts me in a purple haze

I got my eyes on the money

The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'

And I am back in the zone and its funny

Chronic bag the cologne

Another half and I'm gone

Hope the shit in my pome

Don't become me

Horses like the derby, how I'm on my pace

Speakers booming, trunk knocking like a room of apes

I'm spinning donuts, give me too much space

Like the abducted, how I do my tapes

Get on the gate, I want it all like Deebo

Million dollar people

He gonn' cry when I get in the car

Vroom Vroom, see you at the top

I'm always clubbing

I don't see you alot

In rocks, golden onyx

Bumblebee with the watch

Son be talking reckless, cause son gon' be with the cops

I got the one and two slot, you'll be number three when I stop

I got the bitches in shock, They going full above it, pussy popping

B. Hopkins, Go bar for bar whatever hook he dropping

She jocking, she in the car with me, she take me shopping

She tricking, heir to the corner cuz the hood be watching

They boxed in, with no option above to rob the most

Balling like a motherfucker, living out my fathers hopes

The sky is gray

Its like this everyday

The town is full of predators

Dont turn into the prey

I Flip a million out of nothing

Make them feel a certain way

Hoping that this swisher

Puts me in a purple haze

I got my eyes on the money

The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'

And I am back in the zone and its funny

Chronic bag the cologne

Another half and I'm gone

Hope the shit in my pome

Don't become me

All the folks used to think I was a piece of shit

Used to be crack money, then I got my sneakers

With my eyes on the prize, don't you even try to peek at it

I ain't just holding this gun, nigga I sleep with it

Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside

Gangsta niggas will vouch on how I put it down, Outside

Now its room service for dinner

And I ain't in the telly, I'm at home, I'm a winner

You ain't Bruce Lee, and I ain't the dragon that will end up in your home

In an Audi wagon holding on the chrome

My niggas lift weight like its barbells

All I know is entrepreneurs, models, and cartels

Athletes, Actors, My niggas that will break your back in half

And leave you a card for a chiropractor

Me and Banks got our eyes on the banks

You fucking with the sharks, cmon and dive in the tank

Waddup

The sky is gray

Its like this everyday

The town is full of predators

Dont turn into the prey

I Flip a million out of nothing

Make them feel a certain way

Hoping that this swisher

Puts me in a purple haze

I got my eyes on the money

The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'

And I am back in the zone and its funny

Chronic bag the cologne

Another half and I'm gone

Hope the shit in my pome

Don't become me

I'm the best thing God made after he made beats

I don't sleep, I'm going over my Hall of Fame speech

First off, I wanna thanks my fans, and thank my haters

And thanks their girls for wanting to give the gangstas favors

A baby born soft, we beat the candy out him

Lil man land on his pops, now that's a family problem

The summers gone, I still be kicking where it's sunny

Let my tombstone read: Gone, getting to the money

Let the bird get the crumb, Don't trick a panty or then diss him

Henessy to the ground, hope my enemies don't get none

Shooter in all black, but he speaking with the mac

You run up on me sideways, you'll be planking on your back

Benzes from the benches, Benjy Franklins all for rap

Cold grimmy bitches, which junks the cause of clap

Out the country, thousand pictures, then took them New York and back

Lashing out the competition, the shook them right off the map

The sky is gray

Its like this everyday

The town is full of predators

Dont turn into the prey

I Flip a million out of nothing

Make them feel a certain way

Hoping that this swisher

Puts me in a purple haze

I got my eyes on the money

The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'

And I am back in the zone and its funny

Chronic bag the cologne

Another half and I'm gone

Hope the shit in my pome

Don't become me

The Pulse lyrics - Lloyd Banks

See Nothing move but the mula, A bomb

I want my time to share my views with the jeweler

Gem star, cut off your tubes, who wants scuba

Dive in these waters piranha will chew through ya

Mike J straight to the lamb, skip the scooter

Boogie Night days, hood on, my hand lifting buddah

Just a life phase, no one on this world you can all freeze

Beat it with your small keys, I leave them when I cross seas

Dollars say whatever I want, I got the right to

I hear the talk, but bet they money coming on a cycle

Smack a hater with my off hand, cold as an orphan

Kill me, you got to kill the niggas holding up my coffin

And I'm flossing, Ain't no trappin me while theres abortions

Get up off him, and realize that we just talking

And my truck Benz, Camera Park lens with the stock rims

Hit the pedal with my dark Tims, make the car spin

We ain't never had shit so everyday a holiday

Hold them like a big truck, chains like I got away

Fuck them all all night, but they don't get the time of day

Big old diamonds out the plate, kill 'em I'm behind the K

Talon in the dream, I'm as real as they come

Don't care where they from, None them niggas ill as the son

I'm peeling for fun, Rapping sour feeling in some

They dealing with crumbs, my cult followings in the slums

I ain't a breath of fresh air, I'm a hammer to the solar plexus

Holding up the city, damn I need a shoulder stretch

Brick full of gold already, working on the boulder next

They awesome with the talking, Bin Laden when it happening

I'm swagging, big body dragon through Manhattan

Yeah I'm independent but I'm living like I'm platinum

What happened? Your people fabricating through your rapping

And I money bag draggin' player hater grab aspirin

You slacking, here's a heat streak you've never seen

Hating adds fuel to the fire, fool you the kerosine

Needle to my body, I'm forever Queens

Ghetto nigga, truth filled boots and my leather clean

Head in green; your meddling

My cheddar scream loud as a rape victim

I'm picking off your petty team

My style a loaded magazine, infrareded beam

Lean just a little to the left, just to check my fresh

Make It Stack lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. A$ap Rocky)

Too much thinking, on top of that, I'm getting high and drinking

I'm floating on cloud 9, watching these niggas sinking

No blinking, you blink too much, you lose your turn

Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn

I been talking my intentions, now it's time to go and do it

Take you were I come from, that influence on my music

Ain't no U-turns on this path, think before you choose it

Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it

I came here unexpected, I'mma leave a legend

Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathing heaven

I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughing while I'm balling

Woke up this morning the weed and alcohol calling

Living that life of a Mac, kicking them hoes out often

Ask 'em when they coming back, knowing that they done lost 'em

Hit them bitches from the back, I ain't want all the talking

Don't be blowing up my jack, flat line on that cat

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches and the platinum and gold

I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul

I don't ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan, I can't keep up with payments

Strange writings on the wall got me feeling like a cavemen

Call that shit the "Days Inn," life is so degrading

But to my last statement, I keep praying 'til it's "Amen"

Top is where I'm aiming, left the way I came in

I'ma keep on raving 'til them islands is the Caymens

And my bitch from Mexico, she don't know she next to go

Suit yourself, then screw yourself! Shoot yourself, Plaxico!

Bang, bang! Thought you were a giant

Couldn't hear the mournings, but I bet you hear them sirens

First I close my eyelids, then everything is quiet

I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot

I catch the first star with my fist raised, Versace shades, my french braids

Had sick chains since 6th grade, safe to say we've been slaved

These niggas tryna shoot me! These crackers tryna sue me!

Wake up to your favourite actresses, my life is like a movie, boy!

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches and the platinum and gold

I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul

I don't ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer

We out here, gambling Aruba money, sucka

P.Y.T. all the way up to cougar, I'mma crush her

And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer

You just talk it, you don't does it, so all those who suffer

You so humble out in public, computer make you tougher

I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the car-load

6 or 7 new ones, I'm switching up the tomorrow

Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, I'm always on stage

I should take my show to broadway cause that hallway like a grave

Can't no bitch get in my mind, so I know it's physical

I kick out the dimes, I think I'm invincible

I climbed to the top, now I'm pissing off the pinnacle

I pray to God that I get rich, getting money spiritual

Diamond in my physicals, that's why I'mma stand out

You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out, son

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches and the platinum and gold

I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul

I don't ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

Score lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Good thing my flow came with a tag

They runnin' off with my swag

I'm runnin' up in my jeweler, 100k in my bag

B.A.N.K. escort me to the paper

Kick game, sensai, best MC to date, sir

Baby screaming love must mistake me for dummy

Bottles poppin' while the moon up

Leave out when it's sunny shortie

Everyday a fun day, time flies when you're stuntin' boy

You workin' with them people? Then why you out here cuffin'?

Yeah I'm short on my awards, pockets full of money though

Pussy by the party, Chronic by the motherload

Money over bitches, that there's a whole other code

Dreams of lavish wishes

14 karat tub of gold

BMW whip around, I'm back on my shit now

Gym bag of that cash, y'all mad, big smile

Hoppin' out with a grip, with a light low, piff cloud

Clockin' out for my trip, with the right flow ima' get crowned

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer

And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror

And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin'

It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin'

Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day

What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin'

Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin'

Goin home with somethin'

I'm the hardest on the street, I go Marlo on a beat

Ridin' around with no ceilin', Car note on my feet

These hoes are nothin' but sheep, I'm the shepard

And my neck lit, respect it, protect it

He buggin' out, infested

This Rose got me stumblin' out the Louie out in London

I'm coppin' by the double and I'm smokin' 'bout a onion

Used to dream to be a millionaire, who thought I'd become one? speakers

Knockin' trunks bumpin', Bentley, driver hear me comin'

Like a free throw when I rap, G code for my tat

Flood the VIP up, three hoes on my lap

All of y'all I'm better than, veteran on that medicine

Whips so fast your head will spin, come get some of this heroin

Blue [?] made for that camera, I'm flashy as shit

[?] Whooped in farmin' [?], well I'm enjoying my passionate flick

If they all bad, I ain't pickin', I'm clappin' the clique

I gotta high pick in the draft, with a contract to my dick

Them bitches down, then Lil Tina mix a round [?]

I'm liftin' off in London, bet the kid don't strick a pound

She already rolled the weed, I'm hittin' as soon as I hit the ground

I'm 'bout to make a movie, taken pictures now

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer

And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror

And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin'

It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin'

Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day

What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin'

Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin'

Goin home with somethin'

We Fuckin' lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Ten years later tens feel like change

Take cover muthafuckers gon' feel my rage

Shit im droppin all this heavy

Bought a real life plane

In 50 cities, bet they get the steel like james

I get silly, everything cool calm I'm witty

Mean a knock half off coupon ya feel me?

These bitches on call they could have a ball

Ego so tall make my haters look small

Teterboro boy, truckin' when the snow fall

He's no lover boy, fuck em' till they toes curl

Got your lady robbed, but you can have her back

She ain't' got no job and I won't have her back

Euro keying (Euro King), European (you're a peon), in my habitat. Catch a contact steaming on that magic pack

This the coolest nigga breathing, not the average rap

Money stacks thirty evenings, back to back!

Let the reign begin, we came here to spin

And im riding benz, you can bring your friends

Here we go again, I just met shorty tonight and we fuckin'

I dont even know her name but her body off the chain

And im trying to show her something

Imma' end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like its nothing

Theres a master mind behind these eyes. Sure thing, knew I'd make it back in 95'

94' 93' maybe 92' nigga we ain't even, you couldn't tie my shoe

Frozen neck, fuck you expect I'm from guy brew

Loaded neck, no respect for the rival crew

Times is hard and you strugglin' nothing I can do

Survivin' gettin' slobbered by somebody's boo

You couldn't leave me, I switch gears easy

My chick look like a model and your bitch hair peasy

I dont plan on falling back, you got to sit still to see me

Options in every city, in case a chick try to tease me

Im killing in the worst way, drilling on the first day

Mami said she shoot, imma' hit it till she squirt (hey!)

Since my first days, Polo what my shirt says

Now look at all this cake, its starting to feel like my birthday

Let the reign begin, we came here to spin

And im riding benz, you can bring your friends

Here we go again, I just met shorty tonight and we fuckin'

I dont even know her name but her body off the chain

And im trying to show her something

Imma' end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like its nothing

Love Shots lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You're feelin' yourself, you're feelin' me

The feelin' is strong, it's clear to see

Ain't no feelin' like on top to me and pass down

Possibly, sit down drop the V

I'm tryna drop another one, shit I gotta see

Stuntin' 'til the summer come, swagger by the tree

Jugglin' these questions, 'cause it's puzzlin' to me

That baby got a husband and she's ridin' round with me

Fuck it, I'm just playin' my part

I ain't tryna cuff it, can't trust it

She ballin' on a nigga budget, touch downs keep her there

Money's the subject

And I'm on another team, gotta love it

She probably try it on me, I wouldn't rug it

Southside stubborn, cold hearted in public

Livin' without a care, don't care how you judge it

Tired of hearin' what you goin' through

I does it

Love shots

She's firin' the gun

Probably had a hundred niggas lookin' dumb

But I ain't the one

Nah, I ain't like them

Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I'm done

G's up, hoes down

Get paper, smoke pounds

Fo' bitches, fo' rounds

G's up, hoes all the way down

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Maybe I'm better off if I don't

None of that money is yours, baby, you're broke

And when that boat sink, your soap back on the rope

Brand new task, 'cause she's wonderful with her throat

Cash for the pope, she's comin' up with the stroke

Shawty takin' shots, I duck, dive and dodge

Always on the move girl, I work 5 jobs

I'm a go getter, fly nigga, flow spitter

Game owner, player and a coach hitter

Gold glitter and my CD dope

Lock me up to NYPD, won't probably wanna see me slip

Have a nigga baby, grimy on that greedy shit

Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit

Cold hearted, step into the freezer whip

Blue fuckin' Hef, no stress and the weed is lit

Love shots

She's firin' the gun

Probably had a hundred niggas lookin' dumb

But I ain't the one

Nah, I ain't like them

Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I'm done

G's up, hoes down

Get paper, smoke pounds

Fo' bitches, fo' rounds

G's up, hoes all the way down

Joke's On You lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I have a certain amount of time allotted for DAILY PRACTICE!

You know this! Yet you consistently overlook my program

I get the times mixed up

Hmm

Everything with you is so damn regulated

A certain time to do this... a certain time to do that

Everything's on a schedule, a time table!

Let me explain something to you!

Life is short... Okay? I need it like this to do the things I gotta do, I like order

Order's fine,.. but you're ridiculous!

What do you want?

I want a man who knows what he wants... decisive!

You don't know what you want!

Make up your mind, to be a man, and don't be wishy-washy on me!

Hmm

I know what I want: my music. Everything else is secondary!

I knew you would say that

Then why did you ask?

Yeah!

I'm just tryna do my thing, you know?

Do yours!

X me out all the bullshit

I'm on the move every night (uh!)

You know I ain't livin' right

And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)

So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)

And it's killin' you to love (uh!)

Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)

I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home

Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)

Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)

I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)

Uhh, you ain't really hurt, bitch, you been down this road before

Problem when lies surface (uh), bullshit you done heard and more

I tap the pen, let out the bullet, but I don't serve 'em raw (raw!)

The quickest way of trappin', I'm havin', you have to go to court (daamn!)

Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught

Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support

But uh-uuuhh (uh-uh!) not me, I'm Rocky in a drop V

I'm top seed on it, word to Big and lil' Katif

Lambo' down the side streets

Same neighborhood as LL, Kool G. and Mobb Deep

'Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks (uh!)

Ghetto bitches, dime freaks, I'm just tryna fit in

Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them (yeah!)

No Valentine, 'cause none of these ladies mine (nah!)

Not my girl, girl to be, fiancé or baby mom (mom!)

Brand new women to bring home, chains, watches and ring shown

Come into my reality, P.I.M.P. my ringtone (ringtone!)

I'm on the move every night (uh!)

You know I ain't livin' right

And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)

So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)

And it's killin' you to love (uh!)

Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)

I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home

Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)

Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)

I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)

How do you think I got to the money? Bein' stupid?! (Punk!)

You done fucked around and got yo' dumb ass in my music

I got new hoes for the day, fuckin' girls they all will pay

I'm guaranteed to score, like Jordan, the basketballer way

Lot of missed callin', ya borin', I'll be gone 'til autumn

Girls in no order, you can have 'em, I can't afford 'em (wooo!)

Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdin' water

And they ain't' faithful either

Catch me in the nightclub pourin' Rosé on her

Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram

Orgies, a dime a dozen, clockwork like the dollar van (yeah!)

Barely like 'em, don't love 'em, showstoppers, exotic tans

Dancin' while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all out way out in France (France!)

I ain't ya come up, chill and roll the blunt up (yeah!)

An hour later and one nut, then I'll hit cha back, nunchuck (uh!)

Hit the street when the sun's up, shittin' now by the dump truck

Hold on, let me see what this bitch want.. WHAT?!

I'm on the move every night (uh!)

You know I ain't livin' right

And you wanna be the wifey (wifey...)

So it's hurtin' you to like me (like me...)

And it's killin' you to love (uh!)

Chatter gets to you 'cause you always in the club (uh-huh!)

I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home

Don't get me outta my zone, stop callin' my phone (uh!)

Save the cryin' for the dummy (dummy...)

I wake up both eyes on the motherfuckin' money (money...)

Young Fly Flashy lyrics - Lloyd Banks

L's from every corner steam up

Told myself just 10 more years and I should be clean

But I'm a fiend, smoke so much purple I shit green

Bitches tryin to Face Time naked, I need a split screen

Top dollar to the mechanics so the Beamer's sit mean

I give you six or seven hundred, I can dream of 16

69 never! Ma you gon' do me and I'm done

See you gon' find better, see if I mind I'm not the one

Bougie hoes blitzin, they sprintin when they get my calls

Look at y'all trickin, same piss different stall

Me I'm never slippin, it's pimpin when I get involved

I'm lookin like chicken, they hungry and you give of course

Cold cash triple Porsche, another nigga lost

A low pass give exhaust, a ho's ass isn't yours

Bullshit on my line, the sour got me gettin by

The best you can find, I feel like I'm in the sky

Old school Impala spoken, s'a lil' momma open

O.G. by the pound I puff, I'm never tired of smokin

We gon' light up all the shit until it's re-up time

Coppin chronic so long, the weed dealer can read my mind

Shorty hawkin, she'll be with the team in time

Fattest ass I ever seen, she done made a demon bomb

Pulled up on her smoother than the magazine I seen her on

Music up loud, cause I ain't got to beep the horn

I'm a young high, dumb fly, gettin money nigga

Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

I'm, I'm a young, I'm a young, I'm a young

Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

Uh! Thirty bottles later and I'm stumblin out; bitches with me

Ass and titties comin out the nightclub like Mahala House

I know I'm in trouble, cause she moppin from the passenger

I think I'm seein double, their asses'll back the traffic up

Funny thing, I'm thinkin 'bout money while it's happenin

My passion, she took it all down, don't need a napkin

Ask me if I give a fuck if I'm a see her again

I ain't your friend, I ain't got a pot to pee in or lend

Bitch I'm a young fly, dumb high, stuntin number one guy

Rich nigga, swim tides, G'd 'em both in one ride

Risk taker; I'm a need you to take a chance

Close your don't know nuttin mouth up while I lead you with the plan

Plenty more on deck ho I don't need you I'm just sayin

This the perfect spot for both you and you ain't gon' get there playin

What's my name? Mr. I Don't Love Her, leave her when I fuck

What's my aim? Spend every remaining evening with these bucks

I'm a young high, dumb fly, gettin money nigga

Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

I'm, I'm a young, I'm a young, I'm a young

Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

Ice Box Part 2 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

South Jamaica, hungry my nigga, don't be the lunch

I be on P's & Q's, purple and blues, breathin blunts

Funny thing the dough came, never thought about leavin once

There's a few chosen, we were brought up to be the bunch

You been in it a couple years I spent a decade paid

I shine all year, your neck on shade, motherfucker I'm

Gettin to it double time, young fly bastard acid #9

Keep 'em close, homies be the one that slime

I'm outta here, on my way to the moon

Blendin in with the stars, put your cameras on zoom

Who the man that's caught a slug, he'll be an animal soon

His daddy on base, his momma got her hand on the spoon

They ain't fuckin with the school, to them the dealers look cool

Little do they know in ten years, they'd be in jail or entombed

The youth follow it through, he bangin red or bang blue

He give a fuck about dem, they give a fuck about you

I got my ears to the street, one eye open when I sleep

Car full of heat in case a nigga try to creep

Got a broad so sweet when she set a nigga up

Knock your sole off your feet, money never get enough

No trust, we don't trust a damn thing

Ice water running through my vein, I'm so cold

Watch me while I do my damn thing

Got a neck full of gold and I'm in the get-the-dough mode

Way too much drama going on to be calm

Get out the way or be harmed, cause the neighborhood Vietnam

I got it now, haters praying to see it gone

Teflon on my chest wrong player, you be the pawn

Takes me out the bullshit, run your lip and get beat upon

I'm full speed in that beamer and you want my freedom gone

Ridin where the riders died, young black and qualified

Fame gets them to suck you, makin it makes 'em swallow right

I'm the survival type, cool as the champion on title night

And VVS bait makin the models bite

Bright as the morning all time of night

Red and green striped Impala white, bricks to Bahama light

Homi every time I write, flow 900 degrees farenheit

Fly as a fuck, flyin to paradise

Grab a camera, film my flick, so you can have it twice

Haters still poppin shit, look

I got my ears to the street, one eye open when I sleep

Car full of heat in case a nigga try to creep

Got a broad so sweet when she set a nigga up

Knock your sole off your feet, money never get enough

No trust, we don't trust a damn thing

Ice water running through my vein, I'm so cold

Watch me while I do my damn thing

Got a neck full of gold and I'm in the get-the-dough mode

Work wonders with words, ain't no telling why I took 'em

Bet these stupid niggas can't read – easier to book 'em

Splattered walls, do 'em like graffiti when I cook 'em

Stink sound, probably while my BDS is wolfin'

Hood favorite, probably had my CD when they took 'em

And I'm so high, which makes it easier to overlook 'em

South Jamaica hoodlum in that big boy, the good one

You shook son, wouldn't be here if you could come

Maybe I'm misunderstood hon, cause it's obvious I'm judged

And the hate's the new love, smell up the lobby with the drugs

You broke you need game, and the Ferrari you get bugged

You done ran your run into the ground, it's time that you get snubbed

Still no love