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

No Love lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Hand full of haters

Know when I stop 'em survivor of close calls though I'm feelin' like deaths knockin'

Insides numb

Thank God for music my head's rockin'

Wasn't for that I'd be lost now, racin' against the clock

And I can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin' foul is your secret

Want me down on the cement talent found I'mma keep it

My brothers keeper

Keepin' my head above the water

Life's a bitch beggin' but I got nothin' for her

Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora

I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller

Rock sporter gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip

Theres money, cars bitches and jewels to get, let's do this shit

Look how my music hits, I got that loud on

Sour diesel in a cloud gone get ya style torn

Heart crosses for body losses

Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses

I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown

Livin' my dream keep what you think, don't spoil it now

I can sense the hate before the frown ya born a clown

Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down

I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft

In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors

The mac bridge she get across I met her jaws

5 star flaws and better tours and chedda toss

My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party

Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody

You send ya bitch to line me you gon' lose ya Bonnie

He no/know rude awakening you find me with the ruger round me

R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya

Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but

But theyll never be another crew like us

Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush

And till the day I'm dust

Theyll be no love

No love

No love

They ain't no more left

Damn pops I miss you I'll see you wen I get there

Wish I can tell you you were right 'cuz you ain't missin' shit here

Fans turned on me never thought it'd be this weird

Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears

Swung the last ten I'mma kill em the next 6 years

Tryna block the pain with the liquor my nigga sick scared

R.I.P. to Roster, salute with the chopper

Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka

Smokin' like I smoke now, now it's part of my intro

Same shit that we used to brush off hard on my mental

Beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil

They been borrowin' a while now, countin' the years I lent you

I got the block poppin, big ass rock coppin'

G throwin' and top droppin, just know when the cops watchin'

These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way

From birds eye jockin' I'm puffin' a dime a day

R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya

Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but

But theyll never be another crew like us

Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush

And till the day I'm dust

Theyll be no love

No love

No love

They ain't no more left

Cashing In lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Nigga ain't nuttin' but the toast for free

I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be

And I'mma make you notice me

It's time to bring the cash in

The humble life wasn't chose for me

I got so much more money to see

And I don't need you over me

We pull em and we pass em

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

It's complicated, I'm hated

Badly underrated, drunk, faded, frustrated

Grab another payment

Take my life, play it x-rated

Every fucking day with something thick thighs

My favorite heart hard as the pavement

Do not spar with amazement, pop bottles and spray it

I'm top line entertainment, dot com for the flamers

I count this money they drain him, hot blonde in my aim

Can't a woman alive contain him, it's not part of my game

I remain, you think you ill, I'm insane, crack cocaine that won't change hall of fame

When I say fuck it, they in your pocket, you puppet, fucking up is not in the budget

Floors discovered, me on the other hand rugged, gold by the nugget

Shinin but they still see a nigga

I give a fuck though, smoking my weed and drinkin liquor

Where all my luck go, tell my Genie she need to see me

They own me something, fuck em all in graffiti

Nigga ain't nuttin but the toast for free

I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be

And I'mma make you notice me

Its time to bring the cash in

They mumble life wasn't chose for me

I got so much more money to see

And I don't need you over me, we pullin and we passing

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

Footrace to the title nigga, I smoke your idol

Try me is suicidal, dirty's how I do my rival

And you can get it too courtesy just for moving spiteful

Clashin is critical emergency let the burner bite you

That boy impeccable, certainly out the winner cirlcle

Show me respect, or it's curtains

Learn that my diners purple

Bentleys, Benzes, formin' a line with no rehearsal

Drugs syringes, never clean up to go commercial

Bury all ya beef today and regret it tomorrow

Throw like a 100 gs away bullet proofin the car

And I'mma make it even way bitch I shoot for the stars

Feel like I'm trapped in a yard, Mr. stupid with bars

Daily and back in charge give the studio scars

Jam packed in the garage. I'm the coolest by far

Hard to pin point what I'm doin to human. I'm strange

Fuck em all I dust through em, just cruisin in lanes

Nigga ain't nuttin but the toast for free

I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be

And I'mma make you notice me

Its time to bring the cash in

They mumble life wasn't chose for me

I got so much more money to see

And I don't need you over me, we pullin and we passing

We pull em and we pass em(we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

We pull em and we pass em (we pass em)

Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

The hood lane kinda naked, so I'ma take it

Been here before. my rhymin' ancient, and I'm endangered

When everything awkward, I gotta change it

Bringin' a swag, whip game like a dominatrix

Hot headed with no kinda patience

While I recline they tastin'

More than half of my life vagina chasin'

I dream of purple by the dump truck

I'm poppin' all across the boards, surf's up

Label black and purped up

Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper, son

Louis to the shoe, we bling Dapper Dan for half of 'em

I'm double action averagin', fuck love and marriage

I'm happy!, rollin' stones, spittin' image of pappy

Get at me, spar with a G, 10 in my khaki

Chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!

Rewards'll snatch me, no love for the law, my lawyer back me

Money's the root of evil and my root exactly, tax me

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (crooked cold corner)

Protection's gettin' stronger

Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner)

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner

Ugh, I'm sharper than the wood on a splinter, sit back and let the king record

You know me, I OD, Shinobi when I swing my sword

Minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip

Been chasin' Fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit!

Born a boy, world in my palm, Stockton grip!

Stumble cross the outfit, I'ma kill my "Beef & Broccolis" with

R.I.P. to Hewy-O and Kev!

I know they lookin' down on me, therefore I make a movie on the reg

Stupid speech jacuzzi on the ledge

I hate the stupid groupies on my leg, drag 'em like a chain and ball

Fuss cause I'm famous, funny, I ain't want the fame at all

Fuck ya gonna sleep on a bank? I remain appalled

When I have a baby, that baby spoiled

Build for the storm like a Navy Seal, 2-11 Mercedes wheel

Chill, imagine me without a record deal

Southside on the fuckin' map, lil' niggas tuckin steel

Still!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (crooked cold corner)

Protection's gettin' stronger

Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner)

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner

Keep Your Cool lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Anybody can control a woman's body, see

But the key is to control her mind

Uhh, bein yourself is bein different, baby

Shit I feel like I'm the man, how a bitch gon' play me?

She could be everything, same time skitzo maybe

Rubbers pop ain't no jumpin up on the dick all crazy

Fish come by the boat and the whole ship is shady

I'm trustin none them hoes, you niggas pimpin lazy

Now check it – get your shit and head out the exit man

I'm mackin harder then Goldie bet you a Roley that I'm connected

None of you bitches own me so I should only be respected

She gon' Set It Off like Stoney the moment I get her naked

Shorty fuck around with him and can't swim, she gon' drown

Cars fly in the winter as I begin to spin the town

Now I ain't gon' put you down but I ain't gon' put you on either

Cause Ima look like a clown if I should pick the wrong diva

Them bitches stretched you out and I ain't clippin my reefer

Now close your messy mouth the more I listen I see ya

I'm seein everything you about, like you inside out

Them birds still comin in when all your friends fly South

I know she only chasin me, cause I'm on TV

I been caught with one of her friends she let me off easy

Greasy! You should know they don't like you they like your lifestyle

Tryin to figure out ways to get in your light now

She say she love me and I'm like wow

Laughin as I'm bustin her ass, somebody wife foul

Now, open your ear and pick up the game

Learn the ways of a bitch and put your click on to the same

Boy you ain't supposed to be slippin let her trip and keep your cool

Gotta stay on your feet man; how did you get so fool?

Boy you turning green – greener then a go light

Shapin a newer vick, settlin for the old type

I'da been fuckin all night, I'm on brown, on white

Thick chick, porn type, thicker bitch on ice

I'm nice

You know the rules of the game

I mean your bitch just chose me

Now we can settle this like you got some class

Or we can get into some gangsta shit

Get It How I Live lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

This is that motherfuckin music made for smokin

Bitch keep your mind on that money, don't get caught up in your emotions

I fuck her mouth until she chokin

And she ain't talkin back no more, I got her gone off that potion

She got, know I just point a finger and she pop top

All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop

You gettin outta line now, you don't know me miss

You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss

Uhh, I chuck her deuces with the froze-y wrist

"When you comin back in town?" Miss me with the nosy shit

Mary Jane the only chick that I get cozy with

Knockin 'em down, three at a time, posey shit

They been hatin on my hustle, I'm supposed to trip

45 my muscle as I touch you on a goalie tip

Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit

And it's M.O.B. for life, boy you know this shit

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

She gon' fuck me 'til I'm drained then I'm gone

You thinkin you gon' come up on the Bank, bitch you're wrong

You a punk, this ain't yo' song

Take it from me, them bitches there when you're there, there when you're gone

Uh, I'm gettin to it, not your ordinary rapper deal

The package pop, she gettin slipped the morning-after pill

Then I disappear, she probably snorin as I peel

Fame'll get you while you're layin up and that's what's real

Master when I'm smash her, got that mass appeal

Uh-uh we ain't slippin, niggas trippin so we packin steel

The weather breakin, I'mma push the Cadillac until

Magnum block me from the spill, boy that cat can kill

I give a fuck about a cop or catch an oil slick

I done made it out, I'mma go enjoy this shit

Hundred thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip

Few more just for ballin out thinkin 'bout what new toy to get, uhh

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

Come Up lyrics - Lloyd Banks

"And now for our feature presentation."

Uh, ain't no time for slippin, captain of this boat

You in that water you don't listen, cause I gotta get the dough

I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music

These old niggas must've forgot, they got Alzheimer's and stupid

I re-up, rhyme and recoup it, uhh, just look at my timing

And I been shinin' since Whoo Kid, uhh, nigga I'm grindin'

Mountain climbin' and I stay fresh

Dominate for business, now my name stretch

Same guy, grey sky, grade 9, great vest

Fuck it, roll up, that's the way I'm livin'

Sucker niggas baby-sittin for my favorite women

Pockets full of C-notes, memories full of I-O-U's

Lou' Vuitton peacoat, sleep with your entire crew

Blue, plug and leave 'em, that's just how I do

Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you

Dining Room and diamond ear, Dinner still McDonald food

Boy don't bring the drama here, heat-seekers follow you

And you, and you

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

Uh, these niggas can't see me, motherfuckin' chief

Three different whores all in my teepee, which one am I gon' keep?

I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her

Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor

I hit the dope vein (dope vein) the "H.F.M." is flowin', goin Soul Train

(HAM) all on the track in my new rope chain

Bottles of that co-paign, model mami Coke frame

Twenty bands stuffed in Trues, icy wrist, nothing bruised

Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in

80-90 something shoes, five colors of bud to choose

Big jewelry out in the open, so they wan' judge me

You know the verdict, young black with money so I'm some dummy

Racism, facets of what my grandma seen

Frontin down M.L.K., jammin' while you play that scheme

Smoke in Lamborghin's, South Jamaica man of cream

Style out here'll get you stomped, turn your head to trampoline

Mean!

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

"November finally finds me here

Just like the trees so cold and bare"

Lloyd Banks other songs:

 

Short Notice lyrics - Ransom & Lloyd Banks

[Ransom:]

Niggas often hate when it's suitable (Yeah)

You gotta watch for those who'll offer to pay for funerals (Uh-huh)

They probably had your son in a basement, torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles

You knew it too (Yeah)

But know if they cross the grain, you could do it too

Coffins laid out for you and you

What's deceitful to me could be true to you (Facts)

You only get credit soon as the movie's through

Take that money that's due to you (Yes, sir)

'Cause I been gettin' paper since P was screamin' out, "Hootie hoo"

Now who is you?

Irrelevant, gentleman, I know it's news to you, but

If you always holdin' 'em down, then how they gon' move up? (How?)

Yeah, I know that the truth sucks

But I'm just giving you proof, what?

It'll be your friend you catch in his boxers inside your wifey's crib eatin' your baby's fruit cups

I'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that

So how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at? (Ah)

Yeah, every song is bringin' that soul back

So when you hear lines like LeBron, shit is a throwback

It's time we even the score (Let's go)

But if we both shootin', no way we leave in a draw

This game, we sweep 'em in four

You gotta judge your team on how they leavin' the court

Heads high

It's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy

Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by (Gon' get by)

It's real when you lackin' a friend to call (Who you gon' call?)

No way we gon' lay down and just die (Never)

How it feel when your back is against the wall?

[Lloyd Banks:]

Checked in the scheme with passion

Black entrance, Mercedes back in

Windows black when we get close enough to you refrain from clashing

[?] suffered delayed reaction

Shit flipped and you're thrivin', fuck you gon' do when we change it back then?

[?] fashion

What's your deal? Just askin'

It's time to negotiate, gotta keep my pitch higher than baby Jackson, nigga

There's life lessons that only time'll teach us

God keep me from around these leeches

Still superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence

[?] familiar, won't disguise your features

Sometimes our eyes deceive us

All my shines in Jesus for the nonbelievers

Here's to new heroin

Hit a substitute [?] medicine

Who better sent?

Address me with homage and proper etiquette

Haters irrelevant

Probably wishin' I go to hell, assumin' I never went

My success'll punish the negligent

Look how I represent

Gotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence

Found my niche and executed ever since

[Ransom:]

It's time we even the score (Let's go)

But if we both shootin', no way we leave in a draw

This game, we sweep 'em in four

You gotta judge your team on how they leavin' the court

Heads high

It's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy

Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by (Gon' get by)

It's real when you lackin' a friend to call (Who you gon' call?)

No way we gon' lay down and just die (Never)

How it feel when your back is against the wall?

Show No Love lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Yeah!

Ya say this shit

Ya know?

2 G's up!

Uh!

Gang Green!

Yeah!

GGG-GGG- G-Unit!

Boy!

God don't make no mistakes, it's all written (yeah!)

That's why I'm spittin shit is all rippin'. (uh!)

Everybody rattin' and flippin', it's all different! (uh-huh!)

Your boy glisten. – I send them to the mortician! (huh!)

They got drama for 'em! – So the Llama on 'em! (yeah!)

I'm Obama strong! (yeah!) – Osama gone! (yeah!)

Golden diamonds on. (yeah!) – The rap's dyin', gone! (yeah!)

I get them all in the truck – the Mack barrel's for 'em. (haha!)

A Mack, I was born! – That's why it come natural

I ain't gotta hit ya. – I'll let my son clap ya! (yeah!)

I'm aggravated and my clock's runnin' (runnin'!)

I'm on point like the cops comin'. (comin'!) – Don't make me drop somethin' (whoo!)

This is for the block cousin. – The present and the past!

All I need is my money! – A Desert and a mask!

You ain't got to ask! – You ain't gettin' in

Me and you ain't never been friends!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

Uh! – 80's baby! – 4:30 to be exact

Around here, drama don't get squashed you need a Gat. (whooo!)

It's a Catch-22. – Your neighborhood will be the trap

I ain't a role model! – This shit's hard enough just being black. (uh!)

You ain't got the bling Bank$ wearing. – Don't bring the hate near him!

The rap Hank Aaron. – Candy paint glaring! (DRIP!)

Panties on the mirror. (uh!) – A gift from Shakira! ('ey!)

Her baby daddy walking – she want a 4-wheeler! (uh!)

She know the weather's clearer – out in Venezuela (how?)

Cause I told her so – not cause I showed the hoe. (OH!)

I'm a roller yo – since a shorty bro (uh!)

My G.T's black – my seats' oreo! (YEAH!)

We keep 40's low – my fist's camouflaged

Your threats bore me yo. – They're just audio!

I got all the dough. – It brings orgies in (heey!)

Smoke then I'm gone with the wind!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

'Ey! – Pants hangin' off of my ass, I ain't a rockstar, (naah!)

I'm a hood nigga! – That made it off the block dawg (yeah!)

Fling the bandana out window in a limo

Blowing Endo getting head (uh!), bopping to an instrumental. (whooo!)

Keep the heavy metal in case the Jack Boys jump

Loose lips sinks ships. – Don't get your shit sunk (uh!)

Keep a full clip for anybody that touch the bread

Light his ass up! – Jack' O'Lantern his fuckin' head

Fuck the wack shit! – I'd rather listen to Buck instead!

I ain't worried about them! – They ain't even nothin' dead!

Go at them with the Bernie Mac tension

You spending more than you make, you hustling backwards. (haha!)

I jog through rappers, It's nothin but practice

Man, I "Ja Rule" rappers! – Turn them into actors, (OOOHH!)

UHH! – Why you think they salute me when they see me?

Cause half of these niggas wanna be me!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

Soul Food (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You should know that I come through in the clutch

Ain't been no choke in him

The struggle, either worry or pray, don't do both of them

They'll question what you got in store then pop up at your openin'

Fingers broke on jumpers for tryin' to climb on the boat again

Still here my haters label me loser, feel like I'm 'posed to win

If I don't get it first time, scrap it, ain't no revocalin'

I always been somewhere in the picture, you wasn't focusin'

Questionin' my spot, you alone or somebody coachin' 'em

Clip your circle from start 'cause the other half is bluffin'

Bet they turn your back on your homie you need to ask for somethin'

Don't need 'navi vision to see the traffic comin'

Negativity is contagious, hope I don't catch it from 'em

Good at many things but mastered nothin'

I told my maker I'ma make it in our last discussion

Was given all that I needed how can I ask for somethin'

Dippin' and divin' out of corruption

I did everything I could plus extra, figured they can't complain

They see you as a friend or the F is for financial gain

Don't matter how sun shinin', always a chance for rain

Figured you would keep a open door then the cancer came

Sticky for sleep, Rosé champs for pain

We're all called by the evils, don't do the dance of shame

Check the masterpiece I'm makin' in my custom apron

Life is too short to be out here fakin'

Grownups held the panic in so we ain't recognize the pressure of the obstacles that come 'cause ain't no settlin' for less

You got to get up off your ass, creative energy's forever

Weather any storm that comes to keep the chemistry together

Used to dream about how I make you remember me forever

Then I made it.. somethin' to play, nothin' to play with

Nigga tell me "Shit don't look and sound the same

How I'ma notice you?

Yeah, everything got a lane but there ain't no quotables

I think its time to switch up a little, production overuse"

Fuck is goin' on, niggas fussin' over views

Envy from the flunkies 'cause its fluctuatin'

Tired of sufferin', poverty keeps you suffocatin'

I'll be damned if I fall it's too many busters waitin'

You don't want to see me thrive in here too much, you hatin'

To me it's clear I got to find out who the fuck's debatin'

Tryin' to merge these dollars in the hustlers nation

Inspired by figments in my imagination

You slept on me, you played yourself, congratulations

Me and my alter ego the perfect collaboration

Should've gave my family more moments, I just had to waste 'em

Life's a bitch and you die, why we paraphrasin'?

Schh.. Listen! niggas be out here rattle snakin'

They chasin' followers followed by aggravation

Signin' the fuck out, standin' ovation

Start It Up (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks Lloyd Banks

Yeah

So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin')

When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-fucka!)

You understand me?

Ha (You know what it is)

Better get low, nigga!

I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti

He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti

Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos

Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos

And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-fucka

Bitches on your dog like fleas in this ma-fucka

So many chains might freeze in this ma-fucka

Walked past a bitch like breeze in this ma-fucka

Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-fucka

Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-fucka

Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider

Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter

Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki

Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki

While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki

Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably

Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me

Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet

Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet

Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet

Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh

Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat

Them lil nigga just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece

My life is good, my bitches bad

I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag

I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass

Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half

Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past

Lost too many niggas to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed

My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs

Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley)

Rock the party, (rock the party)

Move your body, (move your body)

Wassup, (wassup)

Everybody, (everybody)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah

Ladies and gentlemen!

My mind state, raise the crime rate

Break a whole brick down for old times sake

Push an avalanche, the alpine shake

The coupes, vanilla beam

Deceased as pound cake

In my condo bitches with tatties on

Walls full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long

My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on

Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone

You can't hide it, I smell the fear

I can't either, you smell a millionaire

All crack money, now rap money

Poor platinum niggas, fuckin' rap dummies

I rap mummies, that's kilograms

My brother's keeper like Nino's man

That's G money, ghetto D money

1996, Master P money, gone

(Ah, hahaha)

Still Dre Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You can't be sane to be testin' me

You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe

I got four bars hotter than your "S"'s be

And I don't wanna hear your tape unless it's me

I'm like guns I smoke – excessively

To see me – you little more effort, b

I love money it'll probably be the death of me

And I don't need ya'll to ball, like a referee

You ain't impressin' me

Dont stand next to me

One hit will have you buggin' like ecstasy

Don't be mad if the one that bitch sweats is me

Cause she ain't ya bitch if she having sex with me! (WHAT?)

Come on, b

Who the fuck you tryna fool us?

I'll leave you with more bumps than a school bus

It's gon take the Riot squad to move us

Yeah, ya niggas got guns but do you bust?

I'm too much – I'm a tell the truth, you suck

Motha-fuck classy, gimme two sluts

And a few cups

Hurry up, Fill 'em up! You niggas for real or what?

Hustlers – we deal 'em up, You... couldn't kill a duck!

I'm the type to make it hot when you chillin', what?

My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck

Hop out! Beat 'em down!

Hop in! Flee the town!

Now-a-days you need a pound

All you ain't gonna be around

Stop tryin' to be me, clown – You want the blood to drip?

Twenty four hours, I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip

And ya bitch love the dick – Now I'm tryna smother it

Playa, why'nchu cum in it? – She don't want to cover it

Yeah, I'm on that gutter tip! Fuck around and slut a chick

See me in that butter kit, followed by another whip

Everybody rappin' now – I'm 'bout to let my mother spit

Brother spit – Niggas tellin' on some undercover shit

Team got a lot of dough – You ain't gettin' none of it!

He blew? I gotta blow. – Flow got the sun in it!

Number 1-stunna shit – Gun gotta thunder kit!

I know you ain't come to flip – You know who I'm runnin' with?

All-Stars Nigga

Still Dre Pt. 2 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I'm chillin' nigga

Lloyd fuckin Banks nigga

Ya'll know me

You can't handle me

I don't know why the fuck ya'll rappin' for

To sound like Banks you got to practice more

I done told ya'll before I'll crack ya jaw

Yeah I'm shittin' what you think Exlax is for?

Rub it up I don't like to hit the mattress raw

It don't matter if you ghetto or a actress whore

Why you actin' like you never been slapped before?

You must ain't ever been slapped before

We all stars and we all got gats to draw

Cognac by the gallon and packs of raw

I'm a turtle package you couldn't ask for more

When my shit drop niggas 'gon attack the store

I'm that raw

You don't wanna see the tool kit

I'll put chalk around ya head like a pool stick

I have a new chick

That'll make you drool quick

I'm still sonin' niggas that I went to school with

Niggas know I'm sick

I ain't got to prove shit

I'm a slick mouth nigga with a smooth lip

'Bout to rule shit

Thats right give it up

Banks 'bout to live it up

New house ribbon cut

I don't give a fuck

Only reason why I'm here is cause I deliver cuts

I hit yours you don't wanna give ya liver up

Break it down roll it up

Light the brown bubble gum

Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up

Ya'll smokin' dro or what?

I'm still growin' up

Fuck all that forever shit

Big drops is what I better get

All leather shit

While you on that pleather shit

My niggas together thick

Game, I'm ahead of it

I make the weather switch

As the days go by I'm gettin' better bitch

I'm a fuckin' problem you can't edit this

Step back before we pop 'till your sweater rips

I'm a vet at this

Ya'll niggas cheddar-less

Hennessey and Streter grips

Think about sluggin' me

You gotta hit L and T-O- double D

Sugar Hill (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh

Banks

Shit is real, baby

Shit is real, baby

Yo, uh

Ain't got no time for b-rolling I'm thinking classics

My back is against the wall, armor-plated with ratchets

Perhaps there's something wrong with my mind and I'm thinking backwards

But it seems the Devil latches on you harder when you got the package

Fuck understanding, all we ask is.. you stay in your lane

Embrace your bracket, clip of acid in my army jacket

Certain the day I retire I'm in the rafters

You actors and ungroomed bastards in need of practice

Still getting wiser, OD off my appetizer

Nothing left to do but strive until we're back to back on Spyders

And the hood on fire

God bless the child that turned provider

Your Honor, I swore to live good, excuse my karma

Righteous scrambler, ducking propaganda

Spank and AR hold the crib down, number than when they shot Montana

In front your plan I hold a hostile manner

They want you in and out the slammer, keep you out of fly Coupes and cameras

Paper high as my demand is

Bring life to the canvas, give it all back

Shit, I'd be damned if I just said I'll vanish

Millionaire at the minimum

Seek to mesmerize and seems the kicks'll come when you're down, it couldn't be better timing

The finest diner, here's to enterprising

Build a Empire, not to be televised, as time goes on it's hella diamonds

Still pissed I can't rewind the glitches

Only time for business

Jumping hurdles, it'll work itself out in chaotic fitness

Exotic wishes made the polished dishes

My chase a dollar hit list

Make sure my babies get they college tickets

On my a-game, they wanna see me off it

That faking leaves me awkward

Me and you clashing, that's an easy forfeit

You build your energy up and they wanna freebie off it just to seem important

Coward out on your CB4 shit

They trifling, guessing, leads to false perception

You aiming at me, wrong direction

Priceless gems all in my song collection

"Let me hold something" is a normal question

I cut the dead weight off, it's all progression

Tearing comes along with flexing

Evidence of slaughter in rooms I'm recording in

Trees to gift my seeds and audience in Gucci ornaments

Shit is real, baby

Shit is real, baby

Uh

Sugar Hill, baby

Sugar Hill, baby

Uh

Symphony 2003 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Aiyo G-O-D-

Yo son remember that Marley Marley joint that ya'll niggas played back in the day kid?

-Yeah I remember that shit

Yo on some low shit

Call them niggas and tell them to that shit over

Niggas straight murdered that shit

That shit is straight sizzling

-So drop that shit

Aiyo Banks rep the shit for the D-R-B-

Hey nigga I think like I'm ninety move like I'm on wheels

I only know the presidents cause they on bills

My name Banks but my uncle ain't Phil

Nowadays you get clapped if ya knuckle game ill

The hood 'gon love it and say it

Thug it and play it

I feel it I'm just to stubborn to say it

The industry's a opportunity for major loot

But rap ain't for everybody like bathing suits

Come deep and get layed in groups

I put together classics like the "Beach Street Gator Scoop"

Nigga your blood types made with fruit

I bring it to ya favorite group

I'm hot like I bathe in soup

I bend bitches like Hill Muscles

Talk slick we'll rush you

And be on ya block like Bill Russell

Life is a hustle

Full of dead ends and wrong turns

Vodka shots and strong burns

Blunts is honey dip

I'm macrobatic, my money flips

On the run from germs and tummy kicks

Bitch the tongue song got women fooled

The only way I dive in head first is in a swimming pool

Fool

Yo yo

That line son

That line my nigga did I tell you?

Nigga you straight killed that shit

314 man them niggas is not playing games

The Game (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Freeway)

Yo holla at ya motherfuckin' boy

Freewizzle in this bitch

Banks you with me?

Yeah

I'm back

Again

Now they call me Boywonder but I'm better known as Banks

Got a nine millimeter I'll put nine in your tank

You think that I'm a slip

Nigga hop up off my dick

And the things'll B-A-N-G-

So please don't envy

Niggas get paranoid whenever I come to town

The one your girls fuckin' whenever you're not around

You clown

They feel my sound

And they hear me when I spit

How my jewelry got baguettes and canaries in every chip

Fuck pol you can't scare me on a trip

My jet skis ridin' in Miami with a chick

Thats thick

A hollow tip

Could turn ya man into a bitch

Have him hidin' in the closet by the spannards and the fish

And I know I'm gettin' money but I plan on gettin' rich

See I come from the gutter where theres cameras in the bricks

You should see my whip is sick when I'm ridin' through the hood

You're tired of being broke and mad that I'm doin' good

The police daydreaming of havin' me on that hood

Harrassin' me for I.D. and naggin' me cause they could

But I'm still blowin' wood

And grabbin' it out the jar

I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-

My niggas move basil but for now they switched the way

Bring a brick around ya way

I got workers with the grill

I'm workin' with the steel

Say H-I- with the -K

And I'm G-A-M-E-

So please don't come around my way with the dumb shit

Bad place to visit you get ya son hit

Four fifth cock it and spit at you

Get ya car bombed, robbed jewels popped with a quickness

And we G-A-M-E-

We show no sympathy

Cops know how we ride they got it in for Free

He move keys through the land where they fathers die

He got a mill to see

F-R-E-E-

Hey guys I'm from 106 And Park

Before I pull you while you parked

Hit you with 106

One got a extra clip

Back against the shelves

And we G-A-M-E-

You came in here and hear

Uzi in here

Check

Nuzi in this bitch

Uzi got the Uzi Brother Nuzi got the fifth in here

Do you like the movie

Bring the toolys to the port and let G-O-O- guns

The Only Thing lyrics - Lloyd Banks

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

Uh, losses just make it tougher survival made us

Catch you at the gates, cross my heart, hope to die with haters

Crew all kind of dangerous and nominators

Your rhyme courageous 'til your in between the hostage stages

Sharpen everything, I got a new box of razors

Metal out the ranges anybody gets the Glocks contagious

Don't lose your lid today, a violent giveaway

I'm built with under armor throw a shot it'll probably ricochet

Time to time the fuck out, call me a business play

Pussy comes with progress drop it watch the bitches stray

Venom shots for a block of vein how can I complain

Flashin knots profit not the same that's my pocket change

Mourning headed niggas drop your plane feel my rocket flame

Million I remain, pot of pain filled with rock cocaine

Bitch niggas spotted I got a spot to claim

Make it from the bottom you never look at the top the same

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

The sight of ass kissing I regurgitate

Wish I could X 'em all myself release the murder rate

The casualties deserve the fate, penalty disturb the gate

I'm strapped chilling blue steel, red beam, Cali green and The Purple Tape

Streets talk, I heard the hate

You wanna knock down what we built up

Weird squares can't eat off the circle plate

You stick around giving fake pounds, pretending type

Still count on the next man money and wouldn't spend it right

Mr. Wayne of the game, shine my emblem bright

Globe stomping grounds in my boots, Louie in the mics

They wanna box you out for winning

'Cause you don't yes man and views don't expand popular opinion

When you knocking on a million, everyone at your door

Hoping hands out, so they don't got petty crime anymore

I got bills that'll turn the blocks, every diamond's a score

Mattress covering C-notes, Desi', nine and the four

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

Top 5 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Yea

You know who it is

BANKS

Niggas talkin all crazy, like I'm a talk back to em

Naw I'm a let the gat tattoo em

And I can't get it in, I'll jus black blue em

Like Ezel and P.Miller, screw em

Bring your best rapper to me and I'll chew em

Mike Vick em, OJ em, Ray Carue em

I'm part intelligent part schitzo

And my pain it should help shit grow

Rap Klitzco, every punch is hard

You can't take that from me it come from God

My trunk small and shit

My engine on my back

Like South Jamaica, I'm fuckin mack

Ya'll little niggas, go and pump a pack

Green Gang bars, ain't no punkin that

My coffee shop sell weed in it

I damn near overdose every visit

Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street

And sell pussy like bread minus the blood shed

Lamb logo blood red

More rings than Chicago, nuff said

My mommy had heart attacks back to back, Sorry

But I wasn't really thinkin bout rap

And my pops jus passed I had to think about that

That can be enough to set a nigga of track. I'm back

In fact, niggas know exactly what to do. And what not to do

Anythings possible. See I'm back, Everything else, really don't matter from here on out

I pop bottles like a beat a case

My mind race at a cheetahs pace, with addidas lace

They fell in love with my neck, I don't need a face

Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a safe

These youngins get extorted every year

By old niggas with salt and pepper hair

Shits rough I lower a coffin every year

Funeral arrangements and mortuary care

Yea, I'm in a class with a few

Like a spec-ed kid, eatin glue

I'm colder than a baby abandoned

The cannon will lay down everything standin

Go head stunt end up like Brandon

You come to me better be God's plannin

Don't get your ears popped like your landin

I'm flyin spurin, radar scramblin

Puerto Rican but I speak dough fluent

Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it

I speed through the yellows and run the reds

They hear about if you bump heads, cause they'll be dumb lead

If I ain't top 5 who is?

I'm lyrically loved in every town you live

Scarface cameras all around the crib

Niggas slip on the grass get hit with the sig

They sick though and my plane 1st class for the rain

Turbalance got me rockin champagne stains

If I get 4 lanes, I'm a do my time

I get 200 or somethin, with a flow of mines

Cuttin grass, cause nine niggas mowin mine

Look directly in the watch, you goin blind

I'm flyest nigga doin it ask yo mom

My shit the bomb they used back in 'Nam

Your soulmate wanna ride shotgun

And pretend like she don't got one

You know what's next minagin on the yacht son

Ready to unload like a cop gun

You get pregnant then it's to the chop shop

Cause I don't change diapers, I change drop tops

Most wanted number with my black glock cocked

Real nigga unit boy til my clock stop tickin

You know

Unit

T.O.S Boy!