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"
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