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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!

TOXIC lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Here to fuck up the winter, just got out November slot

Never put out a filler, still punch through a center block

Firearm in the villa, fuck it let's make December hot

Adamant, hitting birds with the curve, Mercedes Benz the block

Killer receiver runnin with jewelry

I slayed anywhere I lay, hang my jersey up in the telly

Thirty up in the Chevy, trail of guts on a playa's route

Glove when I took a hit, never had a hicky or gave one out

You gotta crew with hand me downers, they ain't killing nothing

Blood suckers draining your room, look at the ceiling sunk in

With everything out on a table, bet my feelings wasn't

Audemar thrills every other deal, new wheels to hug them

Bitches be hawking need a shield when clubbing

Tear you down your building something

Homesick gotta be in the field to function

They owe me meal tickets a half a mill a luncheon

Haters give you energy, snake niggas for steal consumption

We gotta make it out the problems next

I took a hit on life the hardest boy you lookin through the eyes of death

I took a up and down denied the rest

I put my work in and out the curtain now my name around the projects

(Uh) you'll never understand it's complex

My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the bomb threats

Lost in the system losing my mind next

Out here number one, there ain't a contest

These pussies left a big hole, gangsters plugging the cavity

Volt with the President, he ain't shit but a personality

Peakin in rare form, salute to the version after me

Reflection of my hard times, proof I emerged from tragedy

For every pass you may receive, two turns of agony

Compensating with charm pics, blue steel that sat on me

Stoned in my X-ray ain't a jealous bone

If I ain't got no rap when I see you, why use the telephone?

Pound of grandaddy, can't stuff a better cone

Tick your tint, leather chrome, in and out the terrordome

Don't compare me, those boys will bring home the weird cup

Man, how the fuck you niggas get here? Go get a hair cut

All of you down to critical, I'm getting right to it

Don't do subliminals, the dopest to do it, here in the physical

Label my style criminal, you popping they ain't feelin you

Still riding round town, long stay in the vehicle

We gotta make it out the problems next

I took a hit on life the hardest boy you looking through the eyes of death

I took a up and down denied the rest

I put my work in and out the curtain now my name around the projects

(Uh) you'll never understand it's complex

My niggas known for fucking shit up, avoid the bomb threats

Lost in the system losing my mind next

Out here number one, there ain't a contest

Untouchable (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Lyrically, I'm, untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Far from the typical, won't produce the regular rap fan

Head trauma, the drama, big dawg gon' need a cat scan

Tuesdays are full of new albums to feed my trash can

Jenga killer, push you out your spot, fuck up your stack plan

Ain't a motherfucker breathing equipped, sick verse, fatality

I don't even know who's killin' this shit, split personalities

Mercy on the jersey that built the nerve up to battle me

The smell of burned rubber and fear on your road to agony

Sleeping's a guarantee, never been safe to stay in there

Run in your crib with hammers up, lay you down like baby hair

Got my Magnificent posture from a Mercedes chair

Latest gear, rude awakenings, being courageous here

Niggas shootin' at the kid, watch 'em miss on a day-to-day

Shit, I'm fly as ever, need my statue at JFK

Darts been going over heads still, slow down my play-by-plays

Sitting on ammunition, really, just a grenade away

Searching five-star spots, breaking my Top Ramen

You steal off the table, get eyes black as your sock-bottom

Only helping me out throwing stones, I'm rock-climbing

Killing underground, Power 105-ing and Hot 9-'em

Don't know what the fuck you put in that pendant

It's not diamonds

Frauding, fuckin' up the game, visualizing you drop-dying

Somewhere along the way they switched the agenda

Who gave the junkies power?

Papercuts from counting this money, don't trust a money counter

Gotta be the drugs, your favorite celebrity's cutting powder

Popularity's a skeezer, never gave a fuck about her

The God's been hunting you, tryna serve your subpoena

Still can punch you and I rhyme like Floyd Mayweather Senior

Being famous ain't gon' legend you, ignore the fame they feed you

Weirdo niggas took the game again, I overcame the seizure

Ran my pen out on the regular, the normal train procedure

Cross the finish line my muh'fucking self in this game of features

From the slum to the Bahamas, they'll have to filét-mignon us

Went from running with the kings to a King like Isaiah Thomas

Really, how you threw it down, we all go to the same designers

Ain't no shoes on in here anyway, tell 'em cocaine or 'juanas

I'm as great as the niggas you pedestal and your flows tangled

Lay you out of winters cold, grown man makin' snow angels

Evil sparkles too, don't let the glitter and gold change you

Prophet in my best shot, superstar on my worst angle

Lyrically, I'm, untouchable, uncrushable (Yeah)

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable (Ugh)

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Ugh

Warm Up Session SBTV Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I'm a Southsider, I'm macking to the max

When I get back I'm a stomp the city flat

Gritty rap, fifty stacks on deck'n

That's just how I'm reppin'

Diamond Diva sexin', never without protection

I'm flexin', begets and I be ballin' like a Texan

Got my will shipped in from texas

And my neck be looking excellent

I be zero zero fetching

Zero zero catching, throw a mill in my direction

Or there won't be no session

Hey bless 'em in Holy water

I rolly spoil 'em, make a groupie out your only daughter

The homies warned her

You said leave the things he used to get her

The clothes he bought her

Gucci, Louie bag, Chloe order

I won't reward her, I want fly things too

Cars by the few

I'm allergic to the coppers, coppers carry swine flu

Fool, they carry this, I carry mine too

Million dollars worth of cars down

Who Shot Ya Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Don't talk shit to the stars bro

I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show

They bust you down like a Marlboro

And I'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go

You don't want to know how much this cost

Nigga I'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss

Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off

That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed

We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us

And them record execs pull out a grip for us

Yo what up? this is Big Snoop Dogg

The Big Snoopy D-O- Double Gizzle

For shizzle dizzle

Tellin' you to get the S-W-A- tizzle

SWAT motherfuckers

Don't talk shit to the stars bro

I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show

They bust you down like a Marlboro

And I'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go

You don't want to know how much this cost

Nigga I'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss

Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off

That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed

We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us

And them record execs pull out a grip for us

I'm the shit boss

And on top of that you can expect me to win like a New York Knick boss

You actin' like you want to lay where your mom stay

I'll put red dots on you like Kwame'

I'm blowin' Bomb Bay

Cause it always pays off to make ya important decisions the calm way

My hood bitch'll get you set up god

Cause her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

You can't even get a show Lloyds on his job

Jet Black tints on the 'Voy and the 'Sage

Take a look at this enormous garage

If you listen you can hear the noise of manage

Shit I'm royalty like Bin Laden

You been lyin'

I got Siamese Glocks

You gon burn 'till the boy gets rid of ya

You'll be a ghost dog like Forest Whitaker

Whoever thought they'd be askin' for his signature

And tourists visit ya

For all this literature

Shit we ain't the cats from the movies we overlooked

I'll put a cast on your ass like a broken foot

You can't teach me how to stunt nigga I wrote the book

A gourmet maids on the payroll to cook

And if I'm travelin' off land the boat is took

Cruisin' slow so all the old folk can look

These little niggas is so so, I'm so good

I got the crowd in a choke hold in your hood

Quarter poundin' a low low the pro should

Ya sales movin' slow mo ya go wood

You want to see me handcuffed in the slammer

Lookin' that tough in the camera

My suppliers married to a real Rasta

All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa

No candles or chilled lobster

Its a flat screen, a little BET

Throw on a DVD

Then its brain on my B-E-D-

I pass her off to my nigga

You Already Know (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

You already know, my mind is on my dough

A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe

I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know

And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll

From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'

If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey

Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me

Wherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)

Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money

If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy

Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger

Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggas

Yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's up

Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn

It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie

Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me

I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than ever

Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather

I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater

If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her

You already know, my mind is on my dough

A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe

I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know

And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll

From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'

If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

Uh! I'm fresh in my two thousand six whip

Cool down with a sick brick fool 'round and get hit

Move down the strip quick, two pounds of drip drip

Smokin like it's legal, me and my desert eagle (WOO!!!)

All the hoes eyein whem the whip come by flyin

Got a Hustler's Ambition to Get Rich Or Die Tryin

And that other guy is lyin he just lookin he ain't buyin

He ain't flyin he ain't cakin everybody know he fakin

I should let the hood bake him but I take him right to Satan

Just for hatin leave him straight and run him over with a Dayton

And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer

Sapphires In my ear, yeah that's why they stare

Yeah that's why they glare, I'm icy as it gets

With a white tee and a six, a new wifey in The Ritz

If it's junk get her drunk I pull over and roll a blunt

And I shouldn't have to tell her what I want (Why)

You already know, my mind is on my dough

A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe

I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know

And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll

From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'

If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

Young & Reckless (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Day of the reckless, out disrespecting they old head

Clowns'll fuck up the party, killers to paint the snow red

They zoom in scopes 'cause I done set the bar so high my nose bled

Your favorite rapper I'll pack as my microphone bed

Lid raiser for dreamy eyes

I need my safe my TV size

Tune in, my shit designed for 3D minds

Bitterness stains, never ignore the greasy signs

Almost always a cryptic message in between the lines

It's obvious, I spot the vibe with eagle eyes

The way niggas is tellin', you would think it's street legalized

I always left it all on the record, you hear the needle cry

Lovely reaper, Bugsy Siegel, unfuck through kilo

Don't be a dick rider, clique hoppin', shoe shiner

Ass kissin', mask switcher, momma should've tube-tied ya

I'm dropping jewels by ya, skill'll keep the room liver

Any day you lose your seat, take your shit with a screw-driver

That artist got a co-writer behind that verse you like

Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise

Threw me pounds of granddaddy, I threw up purple twice

Duckin' from the copycats, monkey mornings, and circus nights

Show respect, ain't another flow on earth this nice

Mind your fuckin' manners, misunderstandings ain't worth your life

I pride myself being driven, feel like I want it more

Chip on my shoulder 3 times, I turned an 8 to 24

Ride through the neighborhood you'll hear a stomach roar

Where niggas bite the bullet for 6 and then death comes in 4's

Runnin' a tally up, you should check out the summer scores

Your stuck on a low stat level, I'm up 100 floors

Multiple kills by the sicko, they'll lock my pen away

The nigga with the punches and fly kicks 'n MMA

Money making attitude, my style reflects the avenue

From housing 'jects to pads and pools

I'm miles away from average moves

Fools out here trickin' like the professor

My valuables talk to me when I lift them up out the dresser like

"Shit on these niggas, give you my word I'll protect ya

Failures gon' shine like the teacher, don't even deserve the lecture"

Take the illest niggas you've heard and throw 'em together

Won't compare to the thrones here like convertible weather

All them years of work I made, back to choose a victim

Lines like thorns crushing your fade, platinum crucifixion

My dawg one foot in one out, he done got so used to prison

Never home, just visitin', my platoon is different

Home to many styles, should charge a group commission

Knock out in the boiler room, cook up in the super kitchen