(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!)
I'm a warrior!
Aw man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
Uh, You heard right motherfucker
My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker
Heart full of pride and a head full of anger
Attitude of a winner infared for the danger
Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya
Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes
Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states
Tune into BET and watchin your video
Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so
If that's your man warn him
'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!
[Chorus]
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!
Goddamn hoe here I go again
The Double L O Y D
Here put on an I.V
Tryin ta try me
The new age I lead
The black C.I.G
Resides beside me
As smooth as an Isley
Sometimes I surprise me
Can't even ID
As low as my eyes be
I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth
The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house
Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood
I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood
That's a zipper that's sticky
California should whip me
I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!
[Chorus]
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!
On Fire Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Talking]
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 1]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 2]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 1]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
[Verse 2]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
I Get High Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg)
[Lloyd Banks]
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
Everybody you see in here tonight's
doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be smokin
Be gettin me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in
Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten
From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this
for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion
Just so I can see her pop the ribbon
That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross
My nigga dead and it's hard to let go
So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko
We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees
I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you want to smoke wit me?
Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker
Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it
Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger
"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer
Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit sounds like danger
You might wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff
Now lay back on the law
This new weed that I got I call it face off
Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech
My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!
[Chorus]
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
Everybody you see in here tonight's
doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?
[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be smokin
Be gettin me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!
[Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in
Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten
From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this
for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion
Just so I can see her pop the ribbon
That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross
My nigga dead and it's hard to let go
So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko
We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees
I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you want to smoke wit me?
Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker
Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it
Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger
"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer
Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit sounds like danger
You might wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff
Now lay back on the law
This new weed that I got I call it face off
Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech
My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!
[Chorus]
I'm So Fly Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]
Yee!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]
Yee!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]
Work Magic Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Buck)
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride, (yeah)
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Holding it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wide (yeah)
[Verse 1 (Lloyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (who)
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highly
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when I'm shopping 'cause when the mall stampeding you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks):]
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverly Hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We living in hell
You better guard your grill homey
And stand your ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoever's standing around
I never learn even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Casheville you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Lloyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah ain't talking shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jabs will black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the Louisville will have your head looking like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girlfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart laughing a small
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproof's snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Yeah [laughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Holding it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wide (yeah)
[Verse 1 (Lloyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (who)
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highly
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when I'm shopping 'cause when the mall stampeding you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks):]
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverly Hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We living in hell
You better guard your grill homey
And stand your ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoever's standing around
I never learn even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Casheville you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 (Lloyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah ain't talking shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jabs will black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the Louisville will have your head looking like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girlfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart laughing a small
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproof's snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker
[Chorus]
Yeah [laughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga
If You So Gangsta Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don’t play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon Don (uh)
Baguettes On Arm (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Ready to bubble you up like Moet Chandon
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
[Chorus]
If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Now every now and then a new kid gotta win
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’ll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags as big as a Pumkin gets
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N’ Beckford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain’t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)
[Chorus]
Around here them boys, 'dem don’t play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon Don (uh)
Baguettes On Arm (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Ready to bubble you up like Moet Chandon
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
[Chorus]
If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Now every now and then a new kid gotta win
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’ll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags as big as a Pumkin gets
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N’ Beckford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain’t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)
[Chorus]
Warrior Pt. 2 Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)
[Intro - Eminem]
Remix [echoes]
Lloyd Banks! [echoes]
Ha ha! [echoes]
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin circles with the competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it
And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him's a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man they can't made somethin outta nothin
So now niggaz from his hood act like we owe em somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz think he buggin'
He bullet proof everything Niggaz try to buck him
Keep 2 pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Don't Need My Boyz
Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth
Remix [echoes]
Lloyd Banks! [echoes]
Ha ha! [echoes]
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin circles with the competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it
And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him's a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man they can't made somethin outta nothin
So now niggaz from his hood act like we owe em somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz think he buggin'
He bullet proof everything Niggaz try to buck him
Keep 2 pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Don't Need My Boyz
Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth
Karma Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Chorus]
I am the one you denied
Pushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
Im down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cuz I aint yo man
I'll try for whatever its worth
Just remember who played who first
[Lloyd Banks]
I cant keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
Your kinds rarer than a flying saucer
And that's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
And that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Dont hop on top
Cuz I ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
You're stylin' your boots and Gabana
Im so used to ur prada
Taking trips to houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother
But I aint either
Soon as I realize that I ain't need her
She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Like I dont mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There aint no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cuz when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stabled cuz business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can't blame me for the females that I been getting with
Cuz
Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you aint worth it then thats all you get
I aint gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricks
Cuz
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
When several situations occur and that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cuz I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I dont know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I dont bribe em
It's easy as... 1, 2, 3 and I slide in
[Chorus]
I am the one you denied
Pushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
Im down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cuz I aint yo man
I'll try for whatever its worth
Just remember who played who first
[Lloyd Banks]
I cant keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
Your kinds rarer than a flying saucer
And that's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
And that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Dont hop on top
Cuz I ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
You're stylin' your boots and Gabana
Im so used to ur prada
Taking trips to houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother
But I aint either
Soon as I realize that I ain't need her
She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Like I dont mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There aint no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cuz when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stabled cuz business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can't blame me for the females that I been getting with
Cuz
Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you aint worth it then thats all you get
I aint gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricks
Cuz
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
When several situations occur and that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cuz I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I dont know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I dont bribe em
It's easy as... 1, 2, 3 and I slide in
[Chorus]
When The Chips Are Down Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks]
Yee! [laughs]
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
[Voice in beat]
Down…
The paint is peelin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta lose all feelin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga
[Chorus x2]
Yee! [laughs]
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
[Voice in beat]
Down…
The paint is peelin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta lose all feelin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga
[Chorus x2]
Til The End Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Nate Dogg)
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its only one bitch don’t even share a hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its only one bitch don’t even share a hoe
[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
Die One Day Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[VERSE 1]
(uh huh)
I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that’s how real niggas get down (gea)
If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I’ll lay a nigga down (whoo)
It’s fucked up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants
Till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don’t like surprises
When you hot as an oven they with open arms
When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don’t need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck’em all let them die slow
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)
[CHORUS x2]
Everybody gon’ die one day
Whether it’s natural cause it's a gunplay
But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
[VERSE 2]
Don’t blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don’t feed a bitch
Don’t need a bitch
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don’t think you could beat this bitch (whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it’s fast or slow
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the back
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfuckas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)
I’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love on my city
They fuckin with me and I’m fuckin with them
Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)
[CHORUS x2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)
Yeee..
You gotta love it!
(uh huh)
I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that’s how real niggas get down (gea)
If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I’ll lay a nigga down (whoo)
It’s fucked up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants
Till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don’t like surprises
When you hot as an oven they with open arms
When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don’t need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck’em all let them die slow
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)
[CHORUS x2]
Everybody gon’ die one day
Whether it’s natural cause it's a gunplay
But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
[VERSE 2]
Don’t blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don’t feed a bitch
Don’t need a bitch
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don’t think you could beat this bitch (whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it’s fast or slow
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the back
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfuckas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)
I’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love on my city
They fuckin with me and I’m fuckin with them
Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)
[CHORUS x2]
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)
Yeee..
You gotta love it!
Southside Story Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Intro]
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gone run and who's not?
Like who's gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who's not
Who's gone choose spots?
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Nigga's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body
[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he's gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still hear em' laughin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his ear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Slumped over the steering wheel
[Chorus]
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gone run and who's not?
Like who's gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who's not
Who's gone choose spots?
[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Nigga's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body
[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he's gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still hear em' laughin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his ear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Slumped over the steering wheel
[Chorus]
Just Another Day Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks]
Man what the fuck are you lookin for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz fiancA©es bending over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife
in the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could fuck a supermodel with my {?} works
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks laying on my chain, geah!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We riding round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleeding around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s trying to hide they phony smiling
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speaking of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm going, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growing, knocking international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holding, a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your little weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't trying to start my visits, with the fucking judge
giving niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your little charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!
[Chorus]
[ad libs]
Man what the fuck are you lookin for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz fiancA©es bending over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife
in the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could fuck a supermodel with my {?} works
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks laying on my chain, geah!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We riding round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleeding around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s trying to hide they phony smiling
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speaking of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm going, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growing, knocking international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holding, a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your little weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't trying to start my visits, with the fucking judge
giving niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your little charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!
[Chorus]
[ad libs]
Everything You Got Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 1]
I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I'ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin'
but I dont pay 'em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin' higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper I'm they one and only drug
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it'd be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin' lot
I've been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she's like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn' that twat,
like it or not, I'm not fuckin with ya'll,
I'll be damned to participate in somethin' this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im fuckin 'em all
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 1]
I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I'ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin'
but I dont pay 'em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin' higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper I'm they one and only drug
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it'd be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin' lot
I've been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she's like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn' that twat,
like it or not, I'm not fuckin with ya'll,
I'll be damned to participate in somethin' this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im fuckin 'em all
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
Finish Line Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked
look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush
look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’
chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
my haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
five in the mornin’ recording
you think I slept all day
but I really aint slept at all
I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
southside don’t play play around
if you want me, another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound,
I got peace but not the kind you want
nigga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D
make sure they put the pretty bitches round me
tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
hoes show love in the V.I.P
think about bread when you think about P
what I done did and how I OD
check a muthafucking thing here free
touch nothing you see
I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung
singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
these niggas never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son
just me against them, you remember that
thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
I don’t see no kind of friend in that
fuck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y’all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten’s in back
running with that stack in his back
one in yo ad
I know I’m watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don’t give a fuck bout these bitches
dont give a fuck bout their trophy’s
or anything that they might owe me
I do this for you (you, you)
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
I remember everything they said
said I was dead, deaded all that
sledgehammer right on your head
live for the now, su woo to gone
sucka nigga’s left red
no time for waiting rather get mine instead
I gettin’ money on a dime
girl it’s my time
go get that Love shit out your mind
you living blind
can’t go for that will fall behind
I’m on the grind
Im hittin ‘em two at a time
why would I decline
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush
look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’
chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
my haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
five in the mornin’ recording
you think I slept all day
but I really aint slept at all
I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
southside don’t play play around
if you want me, another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound,
I got peace but not the kind you want
nigga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D
make sure they put the pretty bitches round me
tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
hoes show love in the V.I.P
think about bread when you think about P
what I done did and how I OD
check a muthafucking thing here free
touch nothing you see
I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung
singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
these niggas never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son
just me against them, you remember that
thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
I don’t see no kind of friend in that
fuck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y’all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten’s in back
running with that stack in his back
one in yo ad
I know I’m watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don’t give a fuck bout these bitches
dont give a fuck bout their trophy’s
or anything that they might owe me
I do this for you (you, you)
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
I remember everything they said
said I was dead, deaded all that
sledgehammer right on your head
live for the now, su woo to gone
sucka nigga’s left red
no time for waiting rather get mine instead
I gettin’ money on a dime
girl it’s my time
go get that Love shit out your mind
you living blind
can’t go for that will fall behind
I’m on the grind
Im hittin ‘em two at a time
why would I decline
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
Nobody Believes Me Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Oh, yea
Yall know what it is
Another One Of Those G-Unit Classics
Whoo
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
Look lady, you tryin' to drive a nigga crazy
'Cause you been gettin' inside a nigga lately
And I ain't tryin' to flip, slip, get on some Ike Turner shit
And bust your muthafuckin' lip
Be in the paper 'cause I'm popular and after that I'm gon' hate ya
I'll find ways to get ya, like fuckin' your sister
And you'll find out 'cause girls don't know how to whisper
She'll tell the whole town 'bout how the shit went down
Now, check it, if you can respect it, I can respect you
Respect to any nigga who check you
'Cause I ain't never made a promise, honest
You just take my words and flip 'em
Blame it on the herb in my system
Why don't you take your lazy ass in the kitchen
'cause I been on tour all year and I ain't ate a damn thing different
And I ain't tryin' to hear your bitchin'
I keep tryin' to tell you the truth but you're scared to listen
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
If Banks had been in ya fiancee's pants
I'd have that ass jumpin' up and down like Beyonce's dance
I ain't never practiced romance
So if you ain't special, a candle light dinner from me's no chance
Now when you heard me tell you I love you, huh?
When I promise you shit that I'm gon' do, huh?
I ain't ya ordinary nigga that's gon' lie just to keep ya
'Cause I ain't with the bullshit neither
Listen, put yourself in my position, maybe then you'll see
'Cause you got insecurities 'cause I be on TV
But I'm the same O.G, protege in your ....
Now that I'm on, everybody acts like they know me
I need a homie, you know, someone that understands
'Cause I ain't tryin' to argue before Summer Jam
I'ma want her then, but it ain't always been this way
Remember back in the day?
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
Lloyd Banks
Rock, rock on
G-Unit rock, rock on
Yall know what it is
Another One Of Those G-Unit Classics
Whoo
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
Look lady, you tryin' to drive a nigga crazy
'Cause you been gettin' inside a nigga lately
And I ain't tryin' to flip, slip, get on some Ike Turner shit
And bust your muthafuckin' lip
Be in the paper 'cause I'm popular and after that I'm gon' hate ya
I'll find ways to get ya, like fuckin' your sister
And you'll find out 'cause girls don't know how to whisper
She'll tell the whole town 'bout how the shit went down
Now, check it, if you can respect it, I can respect you
Respect to any nigga who check you
'Cause I ain't never made a promise, honest
You just take my words and flip 'em
Blame it on the herb in my system
Why don't you take your lazy ass in the kitchen
'cause I been on tour all year and I ain't ate a damn thing different
And I ain't tryin' to hear your bitchin'
I keep tryin' to tell you the truth but you're scared to listen
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
If Banks had been in ya fiancee's pants
I'd have that ass jumpin' up and down like Beyonce's dance
I ain't never practiced romance
So if you ain't special, a candle light dinner from me's no chance
Now when you heard me tell you I love you, huh?
When I promise you shit that I'm gon' do, huh?
I ain't ya ordinary nigga that's gon' lie just to keep ya
'Cause I ain't with the bullshit neither
Listen, put yourself in my position, maybe then you'll see
'Cause you got insecurities 'cause I be on TV
But I'm the same O.G, protege in your ....
Now that I'm on, everybody acts like they know me
I need a homie, you know, someone that understands
'Cause I ain't tryin' to argue before Summer Jam
I'ma want her then, but it ain't always been this way
Remember back in the day?
Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
Lloyd Banks
Rock, rock on
G-Unit rock, rock on
Officer Down Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Too easy, man can't a motherfucker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and pleading
He been talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamond really real then put the diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin' ya hole is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm like B.I.G., Pac, L reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and pleading
He been talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamond really real then put the diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin' ya hole is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm like B.I.G., Pac, L reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down
Shine Thru Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
Yea 1, 2, 1, 2 allow me show you how I do
Shouts to jamiaca guy I brew
Ma nigga HP, he not like you
Man fuck your problems I got mine too,
Black cloud out but I shine thru
Probably been thru what you been thru times two
You lil Ass niggas can't fit my shoe! Ugh
[Lloyd Banks: Verse]
Miss Lloyd Had A very big heart,
It leaked into everyone I knew from the start,
I had a good life, she played a big part
She was my light now everything dark man
I loved that woman more than I loved living,
Never cared what she got she was too busy giving
She told me be strong but I cried like a boy,
It'll never be the same an unfilled void
Praying for the clouds planning on the sour,
Can't think straight I'm rolling every hour
Loyalty an honor money and the power,
be a real nigga taught that as a toddler
Diamond impala my chevy on a slant,
Kinda like my eyes I'm heavy on the plant
D's on a hater parellis on a tramp
Man of the town you can tell he got a stamp
trust nobody blame It on the gene
the DNA data and the cop killa queens,
Rocks for the fiends
On the on the blocks full of dreams
All day scrambling and hot full of screams!
[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
You know how it is,
I wanna give a rest in peace
To my grandma man I love you baby
R.I.P to my pops too man
R.I.P to my aunt lenards
I know you see me
R.I.P to HP, hood boy
My nigga star, Ja what up nigga
My nigga Cheese,
Rest in peace to my cousin jay man,
And everybody you love
Shit will go on though
Full speed ahead
Yea, Southside!
Yea 1, 2, 1, 2 allow me show you how I do
Shouts to jamiaca guy I brew
Ma nigga HP, he not like you
Man fuck your problems I got mine too,
Black cloud out but I shine thru
Probably been thru what you been thru times two
You lil Ass niggas can't fit my shoe! Ugh
[Lloyd Banks: Verse]
Miss Lloyd Had A very big heart,
It leaked into everyone I knew from the start,
I had a good life, she played a big part
She was my light now everything dark man
I loved that woman more than I loved living,
Never cared what she got she was too busy giving
She told me be strong but I cried like a boy,
It'll never be the same an unfilled void
Praying for the clouds planning on the sour,
Can't think straight I'm rolling every hour
Loyalty an honor money and the power,
be a real nigga taught that as a toddler
Diamond impala my chevy on a slant,
Kinda like my eyes I'm heavy on the plant
D's on a hater parellis on a tramp
Man of the town you can tell he got a stamp
trust nobody blame It on the gene
the DNA data and the cop killa queens,
Rocks for the fiends
On the on the blocks full of dreams
All day scrambling and hot full of screams!
[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
You know how it is,
I wanna give a rest in peace
To my grandma man I love you baby
R.I.P to my pops too man
R.I.P to my aunt lenards
I know you see me
R.I.P to HP, hood boy
My nigga star, Ja what up nigga
My nigga Cheese,
Rest in peace to my cousin jay man,
And everybody you love
Shit will go on though
Full speed ahead
Yea, Southside!
Smile lyrics - lloyd banks
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, flat-but it don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
[Chorus - 2X]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, flat-but it don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile
[Chorus - 2X]
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