Rise From The Dirt (Intro) lyrics - Lloyd Banks
African American accident in America
See I'm not supposed to be here
Somehow I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called stink off
Light my blunt take my mink off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than you've been
And ain't know my purpose 'til I was laying down & oozin'
But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help
It helps with losin'
Praying I'm in God's eyes Behind these bricks, life's a bitch and she kicks
I kicks 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips
I'll sick 'em on you with a flick of the wrist
I'm one of the greatest, take a picture of me miss
And bring my rose out by the pitcher we rich
I gives a fuck bout where they gon' place me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the gold
I'm doin' my thing & you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, killin' niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out
Can't let 'em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I'm talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that made 'em daddy's son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya
All I got is my word and my D.E., Big Bird
I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green man's dollar
In time you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or fold
I'm too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to work
Yeah, V6
City Of Sin lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Chris)
Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin
My paper thick, my bitch is swollen
Not cuz I hit her, I mean she holdin'
Hit 'em with this explosion
Lift her, slam her, I'm Hulk Hogan
Handing out all these headaches
Need a million ibuprofen
Blondy and brunette pokin'
Adidas and Nike open
They weeded and might be holdin'
Don't feel the a raft of the slum
Ain't no jokes in this game
Fuck you laughing at son
The man that's behind my cult
Been lifting up every tree
Thank heavens for my results
This is for Heavy D
This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD
Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC
You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule
I tell your mama you ain't shit, put the clip on YouTube
On that "Ravishing" Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels
I've been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools
Come around where we lay
You'll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)
I talk that shit, yes I do
You know my wrist is sky blue
Married the block said I do
Time to celebrate with my crew
Seven deep so the Cadillacs, gotta take about two
Yellow caution the block
Make sure they tape 'em out too
Any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too
No ain't no need for no rushing
Let's count that paper out too
Chillin down in Miami, bitches fuck on the yacht
You niggas stuck on my instagram pictures, up on the block
Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf
But if I hit 'em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell
I'm a menace out here, I'm a product of blocks
And the hate don't amount, I gets alot of that guap
Nice resort on the hills, quarter mill for the wheel
You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some shield
I'm a problem I promise, vacate down in the Thomas
Smoking down in the islands my money growing, empower
Come around where we lay
You'll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)
I used to dream of these profits
Same time they feenin to cop it
My presence big as a building
I put your team in my pocket
I'ma bong your wife
She takes my semen and swap it
Them vixens come with a victor
I'm like a king on that topic
I do this everywhere
In/out the town, the P's and the tropics
We leave a mess and go
Chocolate and whip cream when I popped it
I stick my chest out to the rift
Soon as you catch up, they switch
Chrome and metal burn rubber
I wood grained decked up the 6
Fuck you hatin ass niggas
And you hatin ass hoes
We ain't in the same bracket
So don't debate on our flows
'Cause I'm so motherfucking high
I can touch the sky
You have just been outshined
By someone that doesn't try
I'm getting red I ain't got to lift a leg
Lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg
Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggas dead
Torn is for the lessons, count my blessings before I hit the bed
Come around where we lay
You'll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)
The Sprint lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Uh, uh, uh, uh
At the game, ironic I've been balling all week
Sat down high as ever at my floor seat
These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet
Four rounds, bout to make a jewelry store sweep
Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet
Tag contract can't keep these bitches off me
I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple
I'm strap really keep your family with a louie duffle
Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple
Plane swag, I fly steady renew the buckle
We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle
I left a piece of every where
Stalkers do the puzzle
Hey yeah I gotta shock somebody
I got the bad girls flocking me
Ass dropping and poppin' molly
The king hands down, you an impostor by me
Champagne & pasta on a block that's grimey
It ain't no stopping, mami, and know I'm single still
Kingdom on the hill got her flingin' off her heels
My flows on pills, red beams with the cells
Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill
My life's a movie sex scene seen on film
Fill a filthy mouth with a ounce on the couch
Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey
You hoes will never know me
Think I'm doing better lonely
Big wheel, all pokey, no top like Ginóbli
Blurring out the pitchers stones block out the rolley
Honey gotta fetish so her face is all spit
Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit
I ain't got a water bottle for you on a dry year
View it all clear, eleven hundred on my eyewear
Die weird, lose your mind here, right in Times Square
Bomb scare, kicking it in my Yves Saint Laurent gear
My hottie tall, black Barbie doll, mack lobby call
Flash party mob, slash Mardi Gras
I don't speak another language always in a foreign car
Cartier on my ear, eightteen five a pair
Gotta lead by year, I swear
I pass your favorite rapper tryin' to speed back here
Beat ya neck game like a speed bag, swear
When them other niggas fade I'ma be right here
I'm looking at the nigga in the mirror on my signal to be clearer
And this horror slash thriller, I'm just bringing you the trailer
Menage in Venezuela, hope DR is even realer
Turn the bedroom into the ER when I drill her
Highlights like a athlete I need clips
Everything take a back seat to V6
You hoes already loose let's make it happen
The cash a have the fattest ass in here make it clappin
I'm always kitted, this time I over did it
So all then hold the blizzard, throw dough off the pivot
My flow's frigid, yeah this my frozen style
Banks bend bars like the golden child
They say they want to eat, McDonald's or flee
Chill one day, see em 6 times in a week
Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads
No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole
I'm Cold
Open Arms lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Lil' homie you ain't gotta be nobody, be yourself
Cause you don't need nothin', don't mean nobody need your help
My nigga lost his mind real young, know how he felt
We're in a big pot, you either make it out or melt
You can have that, you want that, get on out and get it
Once you grab that, give some back hit it come back in spirit
You a thinker? You thinkin' you can be on top?
I think you're on the right path can't wait to see you pop
Congratulations to the kid that did it up big
Reparations for my niggas comin' off bids
Education's only deep as you can dig it
Knowledge is the light, dark secret every visit
I left the will for this zone, me and my microphone
Blood, drugs, liquor and chrome, my nigga life goes on
When it rains, it pours, drama ignites the storm
Runnin' for a rider gets your license torn
Out here we got it hard, so hard. The streets got her arms open up to me
They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they'll fuck wit' me
I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly
Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny
You want it? Well I want it more
No rules here, all fair in love and war
Just the number in the lotto, goin' down a sequence
Niggas dyin' to get bills, but they killin' over sneakers
Dreamin' of a million hearts beatin' through the speakers
Don't blame the terrible, blame the terror of the teachers
I'm not my brothers keeper in the era of the leecher
Find a lady that ya love wit' a head you better keep her
Keep ya mind on ya mission
I wish you well but don't get blinded wit' wishin' god
Fish like your fishin' rod
Rod comin' home, Ron comin home
Death right before dishonor on my arm till I'm gone
Ery'day is Rosé, Sean Don like tha don
Green made me 4k, blowin cron out the bong
I been at it too long, it ain't no one liver
I'm still fly and I rap like a drunk driver
Mad hoes, the one I brung's hotter
Married to the game, you leave you don't get one dollar
Out here we got it hard, so hard. The streets got her arms open up to me
They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they'll fuck wit' me
I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly
Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny
You want it? Well I want it more
No rules here, all fair in love and war
We Run The Town lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Vado)
Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Quick chills everytime son is on
I'm heating up and I'm 'bout to pop
My style came from the sons of corn
Shine so bright, give the crowd shades
Might get burned when the son perform
On point, cause you don't get two mistakes
There's rules and apes, I'm jungle born
All proceeds to myself, foreign G's on these belts
You cold freezing, I'm so evil
See me no season, we stealth
Banks got the game in a headlock
This ain't gon' feel like a leg shot
More like I'm rammin' y'all, with a cannon ball
I air you out 'til your head pop
Now everybody poppin' shit, cause I'm popular
Think I just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kick a sixteen to the opera
Figured I bring out a throwback
Bet the bitch look mean, and they jockin' her
But I'm game tight and you know that
And I'm yellin' out "Where the hoes at?"
Sellin' out of the Kodak
Tell 'em that I'll never go back
Killin' 'em, now let the dough stack
Still be a legend with no plaque
Million dollar my doormat
I get 'em with one of my old raps
I'm chillin' in somethin' exclusive
On the Southside, nigga hold that
Shouts to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feelin'
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzz done died down, I did the killin shit
We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down
We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down
Ayo, my mask on like gimme dat
Mags long, we empty that
Act wrong we clap strong
Air max on my Fendi strap
Four door that Bentley black
Light cars drop plenty racks
Four fours we spark fours
You want more than these snitchin' caps
Far from hungry, who?
Nigga you don't know what they put me through
Shit I came from the block with a rock from the stu
When you were tryna block, shoot the rock, go to school
Never thought ? cops even move
Or even when it's hot ? play it cool
Yeah I served that, where you learn that from?
? clean get the mop with the tool
Bossling, they call me Rothstein
The safe deposit through Rolls Royces, gulf stream
Walk in closets show every brand of cloth seen
I wear my pockets, take 50 grand exhausting
Shouts to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feelin'
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzz done died down, I did the killin shit
We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down
We run the town, G'd up, hoodies down
Protocol lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Loud pack in the back, no sneaking past I'm warrant hot
Put everything in my rack,sneaker stacks in an orange box
Now she want me on the spot, I'm in there no alarm clock
Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it's 4 o clock
A million and one more weirdos, they don't get no run around here though
I been loading this gun all year, so when it unloads
It might leave an air hole, pay your rank about 0
Major Bank on my ear lobe, That mean Gs up, hoes down
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes
Catch me out, chasing them zeroes
Zoo keeper I'm Furred up, new speakers I'm turned up
Due to reefer I burned up
Drinking like it's my first cup
I ram that cat to a 90, Bitch Huh? Eat What?
I'll leave that to the zombies
Bet these thirsty rats wanna line me
Big old rat when you find me
Clean my wheel make everything shiny
I get back when the clock is timing, shit
Whoever thought we'd get this far?
This for those that died to soon
Purple weed around the room
R I P to Sha Da Goon
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
I'm rocking Thousand Dollar kicks
More drugs,more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down
Look, don't get on my shit list
I give all of y'all the business
Let your #1 fan be the witness
Is this #1 champ for the bitches
You lucky to be my apprentice
Ball so hard, got a slipped Disk
I'm whatever lobsters shrimp is
And I'm ringed up like the Olympics
Man, I'm making it rain by the inches
You dumb as hell, you claim to be
Means more than water
For being part of my famous team
Ring shatter hop on a desk
She said, I ain't never come that fast
I said, I ain't never done that either
If she only knew about my past
My bars are stupid-up, too bright, can't dumb it down
Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat's sight
Any girl any good get my wood
She front on me, she ain't wrapped right
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight
In the day time, and the neck tight
All it happens, nigga it's crackin'
With a rock and a crack pipe
Shawty suck my dick, take a pic
Show and tell and go to hell
Fourteen carat, balling habit
Goldie ways, go Chanel
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
I'm rocking Thousand Dollar kicks
More drugs,more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down
Can She Live? lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Damn man, can she live?
Can she do the thing with the kid?
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? Tryna send that ass home in a cab?
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don't want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying her bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills
Hold, hold up, stop, stop the press
Cut the back talk, drop hoes for less
You gonna stay in your line I won't play with your mind
I'm all day on the grind, I won't stress
Sexed out cause I'm fucking all night
Screwing all day, I'ma try these new moves on Shay
Tell her call her friend Chante
She gon' bring Kesha and we all gonna party my way
You lost her mind, she eyein' the click, we bond and shit
You know wine and shit, cause if I knew the things you know
You can bet my roll I'm gonna fire her quick
And that go for every nigga I know
G's don't follow
Weed got my eyes low
Make her ass feel real good today then leave her tomorrow
Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? tryna send her ass home in a cab
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don't want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying her bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills
Boy what's up with that hate
Hating can't fuck us up it's too late
You working on nerves dog you won't break
You can take all the time you want, she gon wait
You know anything goes when I get them in the game
I don't know, prolly make a tape
Tape her ass up, make it shake
Put her pretty ass in the doggy bag make her play
4 bad red bones in a row
Bout my dog, I don't love no ho
Pretty girls wanna be around my show
Nigga no means no cut it out let her go
Living fast, suck my dick slow
That head be the honor roll
Spending whole damn day watching me
That's why she never got time no more
Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? tryna send her ass home in a cab
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don't want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying her bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills
Bring It Back lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Fabolous)
Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it
I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it
When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it
Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it
Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did im witty
Im a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty and im shoeboxing that kitty
Im too hot to fuck with me, I'll chamber you im flameable, untameable
Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two
Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue
Them niggas done got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you
My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ im dynamite
Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and im not that type
Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please nigga yo swag simple
My flow hot as my last bitch, she a rat now her ass crippled
Hey, hey, hey
I think I finally done found my way
Yeah, yeah
I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill
Illest nigga around, that's one hell of a hospital bill
Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen
"Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!"
Last seen on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup
Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo
Studio with my hood chick, True Religions and bamboo hoops
Laid back coming up with shit, she give me head while the sample loops
Horsey on that logo, call my 'rari Polo
You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, im the teacher, im the tutor
A few Ray Allens, a couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters
Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she heard I'm groovy
Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie
Dont get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her
Lost his bitch, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro
Hey, hey, hey
I think I finally done found my way
Yeah, yeah
I get some pussy 'bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain't gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I'm there, I'm standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I'm gettin to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Old money's my lady, new money's my baby
Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy
If it's 2 trips, I want 80, these cool kids doin' crazy
You rocking with the most shady, keep tools gripped, it ain't gravy
All I know is liquor and two of us, she prolly gon' touch all of us
I'm in my own zone, my flow's grown, I made mine up on the short bus
Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win
He with me then he fam', dawg, cross him and I'm jumping in
Homeboy I got pumpkin skin, that mean shit don't get to me
My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want know Tiffany
If looks can kill we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick of sea
I asked her for some bomb head, she told me "No Diggity"
One love to my family, you don't look like no kin to me
Back hand like the Wimbledon, she's goin' off my energy
So much soul I'mma live again, ay girl go in the crib at 10
Play games I'll kick your ass out, put that on my Timberlands
Chosen Few lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Jadakiss)
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum
You know death's around
The corner but you still go
Life is a kick in the ass
With a steel toe, when you chasing that real dough
And I'm down to get mine wherever wheels go
Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so
With all that being said I let it ring whole
Chill through the winter, spend summer for a screen slow
Check out my lingo, jamaican terminology
Follow me, then swallow me, it's no apology
That's a part of me, probably why they honour me
I gotta be, top lottery, high commodity
Although it's like a job to me
It's highway robbery
Ride with me, where to?
To the top, obviously
I lost my pops in October, it made me colder
No longer able to stand shoulder to shoulder
You know where you're sober
No rewind, no control, no degree, no diploma
Just the heart of a soldier
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum
They ain't given to me so I took it chopped bagged and cooked it
Then take it for granted never overlooked it
Now the bullshit came in, and went out of the other ear
Coming from the hood, lucky to see another year
Zip another bodybag up, shed another tear
When I'm all willin' then we gone up the upper tear
It ain't nothing like opening the frigde, and it ain't nothing there
Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear
Yeah, what's a father supposed to tell his kids
When the revolver become their relatives
And they goin' harder than they ever did
We all die but do we ever live
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum
Sound same as all automatic, I was at it again
Tackle my chin at me or my kin, t hought I was limb
Brought up my kid to Devil's stadium
Red rights if you play with him
But this gift, I'm flaming them lost and they half demon
I sun up with my shady style
Young and dumb and wavy ride
Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie
You know I'm one hundred you ever gave me five
Son got about this, still hurt from the way he died
I rather take an army with me
'Til then I'm living, fucking bitches, poppin' Dom, I'm pissy
You piss me off and they picking
I'm way to hard to listen
I'm way to red, I put my future on my dark history
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all in the hands of the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's just me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I ain't cool with what they gave me
I'ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum
Yeah, real nigga shit
Smoke out to it
Zone out to it
Count a half a million dollars cash
Live life to the fullest, niggas
For those not here
For those still here
G-Unit, D-Block
My nigga Banks, y'all ready
Let's get it
Gettin' By lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Schoolboy Q)
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the vert
Throw these dollars make them work
Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't
Easily broke you don't keep hope
Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
World full of bread, who wanna be broke
Daddy done dead, Ma gotta be both
Life's too short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
4 door benz make my flee
On the regular tip, I'm hit
Your lit, I'm super
Dude don't like when they set that trap
Just like that like I ain't never knew ya
Treat them hoes just like manure
I maneuver like booyah
I'm too ill to slip, new wheel to whip
Necklace out the cooler
I've been drunk and high all day y'all
My weed loud as a AR
I heard money the only thing that holds weight
A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar
Nine out of ten, there's a friend there's a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it's real but it ain't
Bet these trips to the bank won't change naw
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
Number 1 gangster can't be two
Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor
Nigga go broke cuz his rap money slow
Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap
Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain't met another nigga like me
Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker I'm a G
Let's get slow, slur relax
And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
So this your town, fuck your respect
I'm the headline you don't get my check
Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
Tryin' to get a house up out these folks
Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
Spark a blunt, pass it around
Prowl the bitch and dick her down
Me & Banks was smoking loud
Bet your ho gon leave you now
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Live It Up lyrics - Lloyd Banks
I'm ballin' like I used to
That dough coming bookoo
And my diamons coloured new blue
Got these bitches going' coocoo
Bag 'em up when they chuchu
Amtrack on these hoes
Cheesing like the Packers
'Cause I'm packing up these shows
How the fuck am I supposed to rememeber
Who I bone? Probably won't
When you broke, bitches said you eat they smoke
Now they don't, now they kneel
Kiss my feet or hit the street, how it feel?
I'm a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill
Drunk as fuck and I'm smoking
Trunk her up and I'm hoping
I can get her back to my room
With this video girl I'm pocking shit
I'm getting head right now
This supposed to be work?
I'm laughing hard at these chicks
That think they getting close to me, nope
They said, I ain't fucking with who? That's supposed to be jokes
Still be three weeks, and three tweets
They get a whole of these quotes
Don't know how the hell we floating
All I hope are these boats
Diving into my chevy ridin' round on the spokes
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I'm stacking on these chips
Producer how I switch the kicks
I flip the whip I'm sicker than sick
I think somebody done slipped me a mick"
Marry come dance with me
You're like my fantasy
I got all these questions girl
And you got the answer sheet
You know what dude didn't teach
'Cause ain't no romancing me
The couple out the east
We got the chance to be
I'm out here hitting switches
Front street on the slum
I got a thousand bitches
But you can be the one
I'm put a whoop, you beat that pussy like a drum
'Til you come 'til you done
Where you from, where you going
And you hit it from the back
Smack it 'til it's red
Everyday I'm playing I went platinum in the bed
Bombay on my course, 5k on my coat
Five days in my city, that's five days in her throat
Niggas know what happen just for talking sideways
And they won't
Better of you don't, take a hit of this dope
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
Money Don't Matter lyrics - Lloyd Banks
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can't buy hers with your money
She on E when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shaking all way down to her knees
I get it all for free, holla at me
Mister I ain't never gave a fuck about a girl
I'm ghetto, I'm thorough, I'm repping my borough
I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero
Probably thinking I'm the one
Tired of riding with a zero, zeroed up
I only hear chains, don't hear no slut
Red rose matching my clothes, don't wear no cup
Headphones, channel my zone, she won't shut up
Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up
I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya
You mix business with pleasure, you're sliding down a danger
Girl, never mind the minor, 'cause I'ma do it major
They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than a laser
Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy
You gon' have to peel it off the ground
I wanna knock 'em down though, I will it with my crown
It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound
It gets scary when I pound, now
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can't buy hers with your money
She on E when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shaking all way down to her knees
I get it all for free, holla at me
Uh, cuffing only comes with a backlash
She got that you get money, you can clap pass and a fat ass
Her life shaking it, new bottles and black bags
Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast
You will never appreciate nothing 'til you making some
So keep it real with me and keep it fake with them
Full phone book, travel out of the state with none
She looking for a trick, and you a major one
Told her she's running out of time, she bought me a watch
She know I beat her ass up, she calls me the box
A bad bitch is like the norm, they normally hot
I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props
My jewelry extra, light up the mall with these rocks
Glock bodyguard, you niggas tour with the cops
You spending here, never see you at all when I shop
Keep your convo, fast forward the guap, I'm hot
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can't buy hers with your money
She on E when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shaking all way down to her knees
I get it all for free, holla at me
Hate You More lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do
Them hating bitches wasn't hatin
When I told you " bring 'em through "
Now they sneakin they email me
Calling, texting, pinging too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always figured you
Stick around when I got hot
Cuz you was there when I was cool
And I was young, dumb, full of cum
Greedy bitches pullin' some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from
She thinks she working me
She must think I'm stupid
Ain't no jerkin' me
We dun kidnapped cupid
Fuck you gon take advantage of blue
I wrote the blueprint
Hanging out with my surrey
Beat that pussy up and roof it
No look pass, alley-oop it
They don't like me
They like that its bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it's hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain't no time to use it
And that there ain't exclusive
There you go again, acting like you got me
Got mad enough to flip
Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser
I'mma play them bitches first
You done lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse
Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work
It will cost me, always knew it all
That's my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more
You used to light me up
Grind me shit, move the fire
You got louie bags of skeletons
And you's a liar
Just someone you call to get a nut out, or boo the prior ?
I don't think the loyal bitch has come out
My foolish priors
Priorities lead to paper
If she knew better
Then she knew Id always be major
But she's caught up in the wind of the world
Average behavior
You don't wanna be shit yourself
You want someone to save ya
Well save that for the next man
My next plan is to play ya
You play for one of them teams
You got the best change to slay her
Lay her down by the lay up
Benjamin Franklin makes the world go round
Throws the cowards probably carrots and merry
That's how they all go down
Don't come around me cause I'm too cold
You may be prepared for what the truth holds
Complex technicality grabbing me through this loop hole
And no actuality, rather me and my coup gone
Gone from the bullshit
There you go again, acting like you got me
Got mad enough to flip
Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser
I'mma play them bitches first
You done lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse
Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work
It will cost me, always knew it all
That's my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more
Show And Prove lyrics - Lloyd Banks
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's calm
Remain alone
Blood, honor, and karma all part of my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
The only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
I'ma show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going
There's a lot of ways to make it
And more ways to lose it
You gettin' to it? Then make it count
I got hallways of music
Big world raised a ruler
My boys knew it and they can vouche
Everybody chasing that money
As soon as it comes niggas act funny
What's the hatin' bout?
Same niggas holdin' ya baby, got the intentions so crazy
Tryin' to get in ya paper route
Ah, I bet the same bitch you trustin'
Got your name up for discussion
Ass bussin' to rock her world
She on the crowd tip
Chicken head and proud shit
Infatuated with foul shit
Diamonds, rocks and pearls, uh
He lost a homie to the same grind
Poison girls, sick to my stomach
Tryin' not to hurl , uh
We live the blood sport, it's game time
Fuck your hood, frame mine
L's get to rock the hood
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Remain alone
Blood, honor, and karma what are my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
I'ma show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going
Uh, gotta learn to handle the pressure
You let the industry stress you
You be pushed out before your time
Me, I love that, shout out the heckler
The "money bag collector", "flow-wrecker," with my war design
I ain't changed so where the love go
The hate in the streets too crowded, royal rumble
And I'ma see to it that all you crumble
Racks by the bundle relax while I son you
Big name, bigger tha bounty, The Walking Dead all around me
Change your ways, or be a grave
On chains, alert the county
The same dirt that found me
Still fucked up, repeated days
Cops 'round feel like they want me
Cause my pockets all chunky, money don't change your profile
So they sick, rather me junky
Bustin raps in my bunky, fuck 'em, see my coat, smile
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Remain alone
Blood, honor, and karma what are my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em backs to show 'em
I'ma show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going
I'ma show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going
Terror Dome lyrics - Lloyd Banks
Hoppin out that motherfucker two doors up
Sadiddy pretty bitches but her crew won't fuck
I'm in the south don't reaffirm I'm on my New York stuff
I gets 'em in and moves 'em out, I need a U-Haul truck
My cup overflows with mojo you done used yours up
Feel like I'm catching stunts in slow mo
Got the shoe store stuck
Nigga my new bar is up
My reputation got the booth starstruck
Gotta be two guards up
Hard to regroup hard luck
Pardon me, move, I'm next
Robbery? Cool, I'm vexed
Half of me is all fucked up, part of me is too complex
She's screaming out for the lord, how many has moved by sex
I get that new bomb head called the dupont reg
Regular weed's a no, hit it hard, breathe it slow
How the hell we get so cold, 500 degrees below
Here we, here we go, rare canary flow
Pretty automobile on the street, this scary though
Yeah, this for my home, niggas dead and gone
South Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome
Where the lead is blown, man down
Somebody getting planned out in the land now
Get your mind right let me take you to
The society, you may not make it through
A bunch of homies and some heart make it cruel
Fuck the police and your pussy ass too
Back looking for blood
Be like where you was?
Shit chillin, ballin', draggin
Chicks all off these clubs
Had to get do one big pool of shit
Just to get some love
Open sesame, the recipe
The extasy's a drug
Step G strolling, weed smoking, wack as hell MC
Broken, V open, how you gonna catch me in your jeans
Choking, playa to the core, got the woman of my dreams
Open, lust coming from my aroma
Cause my steam potent, spot me in the room a king
Y'all know I'm that dude in Queens, stupid bling, laughing big
Smile right out the movie screen, my Louie clean
Fuckin' palm is itching so that's usually green
Using gold the most, underrated God truth be told
Young black mistake, out of this violent cruel nature
Victim never predicter, you can keep your fools paper
Never bled sucker blood, my heart don't pump an ounce of fear
Marksman I'm hitting everybody out there
Yeah, this for my home, niggas dead and gone
South Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome
Where the lead is blown, man down
Somebody getting planned out in the land now
Get your mind right let me take you to
The society, you may not make it through
A bunch of homies and some heart make it cruel
Fuck the police and your pussy ass too
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