Payback (P's And Q's) Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Uh, I meet my (?) at the corner store
(?) rapping out here, i just want it more
turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
bagged a hundred (?) last year, just bagged a hundred more
they hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
jewellery make me hump back
back packers want that and they aint bout the diamonds (?)
he gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
running up on my stage, Lil mama shit
ugh, lil mama thick
and my time is slim
come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[50 Cent - Chorus]
Gettin' to the dough
Louie on my foot
put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I'm on my leathers every second
and my hearts so cold I dont trust a soul
it's funny how the bullshit goes you never know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I'm on my leathers every second
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
cool meaning hot
so i don't need the top
camn down, breath and stop
start and I'mma skip your pulse
Mister my life's the shit
Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast
I'ma suits em up probably aint gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you bitches
they don't really want me they just want my riches
so muthafuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt
in a hundred pair pants, thats a hundred different belts
dress kills, chronic helps
pussy just for the moment
ballin' like a Hornet
see I get it, I want it
everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
you can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son
big talks just talk, I let my money bark
put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
no, (?)strap foreign guap collector
he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
[Chorus]
Uh, I meet my (?) at the corner store
(?) rapping out here, i just want it more
turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
bagged a hundred (?) last year, just bagged a hundred more
they hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
jewellery make me hump back
back packers want that and they aint bout the diamonds (?)
he gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
running up on my stage, Lil mama shit
ugh, lil mama thick
and my time is slim
come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[50 Cent - Chorus]
Gettin' to the dough
Louie on my foot
put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I'm on my leathers every second
and my hearts so cold I dont trust a soul
it's funny how the bullshit goes you never know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I'm on my leathers every second
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
cool meaning hot
so i don't need the top
camn down, breath and stop
start and I'mma skip your pulse
Mister my life's the shit
Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast
I'ma suits em up probably aint gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you bitches
they don't really want me they just want my riches
so muthafuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt
in a hundred pair pants, thats a hundred different belts
dress kills, chronic helps
pussy just for the moment
ballin' like a Hornet
see I get it, I want it
everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
you can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son
big talks just talk, I let my money bark
put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
no, (?)strap foreign guap collector
he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
[Chorus]
Home Sweet Home Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Pusha T)
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I've been practicing my gas face
cause that's what I'ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the...they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I'm counting paper like the cashier
living like I'm limited, breathing like it's my last air
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he'd do it over
Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should write 'bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic
[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I'm something sweet
be apart of summer slayin'
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I'm from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home
[Pusha T]
I'ma fucking rap til you blue in the face
you'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout history they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there's one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that niggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city's my doormat, them home sweet home
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
crosses for the power, ghetto for the smiley
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin' rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life's a bitcha and I get (?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I've been practicing my gas face
cause that's what I'ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the...they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I'm counting paper like the cashier
living like I'm limited, breathing like it's my last air
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he'd do it over
Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should write 'bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic
[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I'm something sweet
be apart of summer slayin'
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I'm from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home
[Pusha T]
I'ma fucking rap til you blue in the face
you'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout history they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there's one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that niggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city's my doormat, them home sweet home
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
crosses for the power, ghetto for the smiley
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin' rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life's a bitcha and I get (?)
[Chorus]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Juelz Santana)
[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming dont affect me
[Lloyd Banks]
Im fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
more than 500 horses when I roll by
Im calm Im cool, everything brand new
I dont hand cuff you can get your whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
beat it I bet she let me
she been fiending since she met me
Im the coolest shit especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
this is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry Andretti-O Pirelli make a movie out the getty
where my ring and my confetti Im Kobe Bryant ready
pink Rose and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly
Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
ginsu or machete, way my pencil move his deadly
platinum band platinum bezzie
make a straight girl out of lezzie
magazine mac benzie keep my windows like the prezzie
press a button than Im stuntin
my roof look like its duckin
meter go 2 hundred something
and my trunk do when its bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will rachet out and stump him
dump him, your better off dead, ya money red
[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
Im fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
Im calm Im cool everything brand new
I dont handcuff you can get the whole damn crew
[Hook]
[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin I be movin
making movies Tom Cruisin
If its action than Im shootin
pockets fat, necks studded
boy my nick name should be Ruben
my Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved it
and he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
got a black chick that be boosting
got a white girl that be boothin
gotta watch her cause she use it
but she fuck me like she stupid
and she always ready to give me that becky
last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
hit the club ordered bottles see the sparks in the sky
will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July
but if you get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
we just bussin and we leaving like its nothin
if it aint the Gucci or the Louie than its Polo or its Rugby
and this bitch I brought with me she be baggin bitches for me
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
and Kima like Christina
baby three dont make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
turn it over scream her
than its one, two, Im through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley.
[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming dont affect me
[Lloyd Banks]
Im fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
more than 500 horses when I roll by
Im calm Im cool, everything brand new
I dont hand cuff you can get your whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
beat it I bet she let me
she been fiending since she met me
Im the coolest shit especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
this is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry Andretti-O Pirelli make a movie out the getty
where my ring and my confetti Im Kobe Bryant ready
pink Rose and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly
Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
ginsu or machete, way my pencil move his deadly
platinum band platinum bezzie
make a straight girl out of lezzie
magazine mac benzie keep my windows like the prezzie
press a button than Im stuntin
my roof look like its duckin
meter go 2 hundred something
and my trunk do when its bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will rachet out and stump him
dump him, your better off dead, ya money red
[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
Im fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
Im calm Im cool everything brand new
I dont handcuff you can get the whole damn crew
[Hook]
[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin I be movin
making movies Tom Cruisin
If its action than Im shootin
pockets fat, necks studded
boy my nick name should be Ruben
my Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved it
and he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
got a black chick that be boosting
got a white girl that be boothin
gotta watch her cause she use it
but she fuck me like she stupid
and she always ready to give me that becky
last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
hit the club ordered bottles see the sparks in the sky
will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July
but if you get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
we just bussin and we leaving like its nothin
if it aint the Gucci or the Louie than its Polo or its Rugby
and this bitch I brought with me she be baggin bitches for me
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
and Kima like Christina
baby three dont make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
turn it over scream her
than its one, two, Im through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley.
[Hook]
So Forgetful Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Ryan Leslie)
[Lloyd Banks]
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting
winter falls when I cake more
Bag models and crush 'em
I aint never been a cuffa,
my lifestyle is custom
chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustlin,
Lamborghini sunk in
dimes humpin in tight bikinis when I'm out doin somethin,
I know it's something for me to notice you,
Problem is I'm thinking her too,
And ya crew, a girl smooth,
Got a body like a spur do, and I wanna cruise,
Hit gears to make this whole move,
I'm so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels,
Make my own rules, baby I'ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell fucking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit you in the pretzel,
and I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful.
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
If I don't remember you!
[Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress
champagne splashes, diamond glasses,
A couple backstage passes, and they find
yeah, how we gettin home, 'cause the keys are gone
get dressed quick bitch grab my phone,
Walkin out alone, smellin like chronic bag cologne,
Drivin home still drunk hope they don't pull me,
Cause I'm driving with the pully and its loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I'm ain't a rookie, hear me?
I love chips treat em like my family,
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out,
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps,
It's goin' down as long as she black jack,
I'm fucked up it, lets hope I can snap back,
The last text I got says I missed you,
I must of missed something...so forgetful
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
If I don't remember you!
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting
winter falls when I cake more
Bag models and crush 'em
I aint never been a cuffa,
my lifestyle is custom
chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustlin,
Lamborghini sunk in
dimes humpin in tight bikinis when I'm out doin somethin,
I know it's something for me to notice you,
Problem is I'm thinking her too,
And ya crew, a girl smooth,
Got a body like a spur do, and I wanna cruise,
Hit gears to make this whole move,
I'm so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels,
Make my own rules, baby I'ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell fucking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit you in the pretzel,
and I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful.
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
If I don't remember you!
[Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress
champagne splashes, diamond glasses,
A couple backstage passes, and they find
yeah, how we gettin home, 'cause the keys are gone
get dressed quick bitch grab my phone,
Walkin out alone, smellin like chronic bag cologne,
Drivin home still drunk hope they don't pull me,
Cause I'm driving with the pully and its loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I'm ain't a rookie, hear me?
I love chips treat em like my family,
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out,
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps,
It's goin' down as long as she black jack,
I'm fucked up it, lets hope I can snap back,
The last text I got says I missed you,
I must of missed something...so forgetful
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
If I don't remember you!
Start It Up Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Fabolous & Ryan Leslie)
[Swizz Beatz:]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[Lloyd Banks:]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin fuckin loot
my top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the ratchet on him, dey pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
break their back, don’t call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin’
stunt stormin, go this bitches out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont
[Swizz Beatz:]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]
[Kanye West:]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so Imma be at least about an hour late
I’m so fresh bitch I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest bitch
she said "hey ‘Ye"
I said "Yes Bitch"
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
niggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody fucking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet the gits go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these bitches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it’s free", I said WOWZER!
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz:]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute
[Ryan Leslie:]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh
Ladies and gentleman
[Fabolous:]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest bitch in the States, half Spanish half Trinidad
complexion Henny straight
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independent chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for dick, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a shit
[Chorus]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[Lloyd Banks:]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin fuckin loot
my top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the ratchet on him, dey pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
break their back, don’t call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin’
stunt stormin, go this bitches out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont
[Swizz Beatz:]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]
[Kanye West:]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so Imma be at least about an hour late
I’m so fresh bitch I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest bitch
she said "hey ‘Ye"
I said "Yes Bitch"
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
niggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody fucking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet the gits go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these bitches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it’s free", I said WOWZER!
[Chorus]
[Swizz Beatz:]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute
[Ryan Leslie:]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh
Ladies and gentleman
[Fabolous:]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest bitch in the States, half Spanish half Trinidad
complexion Henny straight
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independent chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for dick, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a shit
[Chorus]
Celebrity Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Akon, Eminem)
[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed nigger
[Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
...there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
you'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as fuck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up
I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop fucking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I'm not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick cock
is she up to scew and down to fuck
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth's up
and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
and aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I'ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed nigger
[Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
...there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
you'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as fuck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up
I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop fucking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I'm not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick cock
is she up to scew and down to fuck
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth's up
and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
and aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I'ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!
Any Girl Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Lloyd)
[Intro]
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like!
[Verse 1]
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the leer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!
[Chorus 1]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse 2]
Uh
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya’ll
All a’ ya’ll petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It’s on!
[Chorus 2]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge]
Go shawty
Lemme’ see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus 3]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl
Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like!
[Verse 1]
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the leer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!
[Chorus 1]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse 2]
Uh
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya’ll
All a’ ya’ll petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It’s on!
[Chorus 2]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge]
Go shawty
Lemme’ see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus 3]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl
Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!
Rotten Apple Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent)
Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch
G-Unit
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Verse Banks]
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzla
The drama is a part of the story that ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and blackbags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killa he softer than chinchilla
And ima gt see a 4 door wheela
Matta fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Fourty eyes on the prize now im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rimz
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spinz
What a way to double up im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet i aint gotta check it in
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop sumthin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now im floored d's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldnt flush im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
Im new york citys pharoe
Ill have u starin down the barrell
You got em good get em its cool hit em
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck are you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Prodigy Verse]
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool i brought the whole hood with me
We had a gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got david and jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood its PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and hav got this shit vice gripped
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
G-Unit
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Verse Banks]
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzla
The drama is a part of the story that ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and blackbags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killa he softer than chinchilla
And ima gt see a 4 door wheela
Matta fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Fourty eyes on the prize now im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rimz
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spinz
What a way to double up im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet i aint gotta check it in
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop sumthin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now im floored d's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldnt flush im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
Im new york citys pharoe
Ill have u starin down the barrell
You got em good get em its cool hit em
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck are you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
[Prodigy Verse]
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool i brought the whole hood with me
We had a gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got david and jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood its PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and hav got this shit vice gripped
[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
Survival Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks]
So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yeah
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let's go
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
So my head lights move when I move the steering wheel
I ain't running from nothing, it's top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack you all for real
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like bulletholes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
Slick enough to get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I can't sleep
[Chorus:]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick gun or the bible
If you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he won't see tomorrow
[Verse - Lloyd banks]
I ain't even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base cause Eminem is my partner
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock-blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bomb
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by tryna blast me
Cause my window got the glass from a taxi
[Chorus]
So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yeah
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let's go
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
So my head lights move when I move the steering wheel
I ain't running from nothing, it's top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack you all for real
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like bulletholes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
Slick enough to get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I can't sleep
[Chorus:]
Poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick gun or the bible
If you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he won't see tomorrow
[Verse - Lloyd banks]
I ain't even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base cause Eminem is my partner
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock-blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bomb
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop ya ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by tryna blast me
Cause my window got the glass from a taxi
[Chorus]
Playboy 2 Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Whooooooooooooo.....
[Chorus:]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y
[Verse]
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder
your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
we in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams
the only niggas in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out to France
thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of ?? in my sock, I'm hot
if I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not
these haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
all I got is the street, my word, my glock
these little niggas emulatin' me know why
know why, know why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
hologram rims, a lot of Benjamins
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliqêe is poppin'
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
now we got enough toys to knock the city back
beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
they copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
the illest never one at a time, just by the two's
and oh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up
You and your cliqêe get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up
If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!
Whooooooooooooo.....
[Chorus:]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y
[Verse]
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder
your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
we in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams
the only niggas in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out to France
thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of ?? in my sock, I'm hot
if I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not
these haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
all I got is the street, my word, my glock
these little niggas emulatin' me know why
know why, know why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y
[Chorus]
[Verse]
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
hologram rims, a lot of Benjamins
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliqêe is poppin'
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
now we got enough toys to knock the city back
beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
they copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
the illest never one at a time, just by the two's
and oh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up
You and your cliqêe get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up
If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!
The Cake Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don't play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it clap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
'cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and I've been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers looking like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
don't get moved by the tools
battle wounds on you shoes wait
control you hate
you ain't riding in them 6s
(WHY?) 'cause you spending all your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going down like that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with gallamas
I conversate with killers it's usually about life
politic with lawness it's usually about white
I'm the poster child of violence
I'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster
yeah listen up chicko
I hustle I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz let a clip go
cannon out the rental
beam to you temple
I squeeze blow your mental
all over you friends
[Lloyd Banks]
me I'm from the street
we ain't nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there's a body every week
now I don't hear the sirens
but they probably gonna creep
plotting to pull me over
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas slow down pump you breaks
no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the plates
then you headed up state
for rolling round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you're a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the block
any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don't play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it clap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
'cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
and I've been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers looking like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
don't get moved by the tools
battle wounds on you shoes wait
control you hate
you ain't riding in them 6s
(WHY?) 'cause you spending all your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap with a back pack
I'm in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going down like that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with gallamas
I conversate with killers it's usually about life
politic with lawness it's usually about white
I'm the poster child of violence
I'm the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I'm the boy with the toaster
yeah listen up chicko
I hustle I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz let a clip go
cannon out the rental
beam to you temple
I squeeze blow your mental
all over you friends
[Lloyd Banks]
me I'm from the street
we ain't nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there's a body every week
now I don't hear the sirens
but they probably gonna creep
plotting to pull me over
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so I'll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can't a muthafucker breathing tell me I can't eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas slow down pump you breaks
no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the plates
then you headed up state
for rolling round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you're a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the block
any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
Make A Move Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get shot
twenty four hours steak out on your block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Outro]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get shot
twenty four hours steak out on your block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Verse]
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..
[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
[Outro]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...
Hands Up Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent)
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Ha ha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they just see the chains
Like Oh when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the everyday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Ha ha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they just see the chains
Like Oh when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the everyday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You don't tough talkin' at me you gonna leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Help Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Keri Hilson)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model
Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo
Enough To Make A Weak Nigga Go Mano Y Mano
Guess What I'm Strong As Rum Outta The Bottle
God Bless You When He Made Me
I Mean He Blessed Me When He Made You
I Got A Little Game Too
They Know Me Everywhere I Go
Thats What Fame Do
But We Can Keep It On The Low
Whats Your Name Boo
You Stuck In Your Ways But I Know How To Change You Range You
Tell You Things Like You're My Angel
Theres No Rules When It Come To This
Write Down Your Number Miss
They Call Me Banks
My Goverment Is Chris
They Feel Me In The Burbs
Love Me In The Bricks
Four Inch Lips On A Buggy Six
First Class Trips And The Bubblies Crys
I Work So Hard To Live Like This
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah I Got Her
She Hopped In The Ride So I Can Holla
My Favorite Girl Outside Of My Impala
I Ain't Goin Sell You A Dream I Don't Gotta
You Can Walk Around In The Street With No Colla
I Pick Up All These ?? Speaks That Don't Bother
The Innocent Role Aint Workin, Work Harder
I Ain't Tryna Lock You Down, I'm No Father
But Maybe We Can Go Further If You Just Listen
It's Hard As Hell For A Man In My Position
To Pick A Good Girl Up You Gotta Know The Difference
I Wonder If There's Even One In Existence
Enough To Keep My Attention To Go The Distance
Now Imma Have To Look Hard To Find A Better One
Cause You Sex Is A 187 Hun
You Got A Nigga Doin Shit I Aint Neva Done
So Now Even When I'm On Tour I Let Her Come
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
[Female:]
You Not Lot The Ones I'm Used To
I See Us Happy In Our Future
I'm Givin You All I Have
My Heart My Soul My Back
Cause You Are The Only Thing I Need
[Lloyd Banks:]
I Can Be Everything And More
Give You The Feeling You Can't Ignore
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But (All Them Other Guys)
You Make Me Stronger (Before You)
Cause Everything Was Upside Down (Did Me Wrong)
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong (So Wrong)
Help I Think Cupid Got Me (I Got You Now)
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
Ey, Excuse Me Miss You Must Be Some Kind Of A Model
Enough To Make A Shopper Run Out Of The Carlo
Enough To Make A Weak Nigga Go Mano Y Mano
Guess What I'm Strong As Rum Outta The Bottle
God Bless You When He Made Me
I Mean He Blessed Me When He Made You
I Got A Little Game Too
They Know Me Everywhere I Go
Thats What Fame Do
But We Can Keep It On The Low
Whats Your Name Boo
You Stuck In Your Ways But I Know How To Change You Range You
Tell You Things Like You're My Angel
Theres No Rules When It Come To This
Write Down Your Number Miss
They Call Me Banks
My Goverment Is Chris
They Feel Me In The Burbs
Love Me In The Bricks
Four Inch Lips On A Buggy Six
First Class Trips And The Bubblies Crys
I Work So Hard To Live Like This
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah I Got Her
She Hopped In The Ride So I Can Holla
My Favorite Girl Outside Of My Impala
I Ain't Goin Sell You A Dream I Don't Gotta
You Can Walk Around In The Street With No Colla
I Pick Up All These ?? Speaks That Don't Bother
The Innocent Role Aint Workin, Work Harder
I Ain't Tryna Lock You Down, I'm No Father
But Maybe We Can Go Further If You Just Listen
It's Hard As Hell For A Man In My Position
To Pick A Good Girl Up You Gotta Know The Difference
I Wonder If There's Even One In Existence
Enough To Keep My Attention To Go The Distance
Now Imma Have To Look Hard To Find A Better One
Cause You Sex Is A 187 Hun
You Got A Nigga Doin Shit I Aint Neva Done
So Now Even When I'm On Tour I Let Her Come
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But
You Make Me Stronger
Cause Everything Was Upside Down
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong
Help I Think Cupid Got Me
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
[Female:]
You Not Lot The Ones I'm Used To
I See Us Happy In Our Future
I'm Givin You All I Have
My Heart My Soul My Back
Cause You Are The Only Thing I Need
[Lloyd Banks:]
I Can Be Everything And More
Give You The Feeling You Can't Ignore
[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My Past Made Me So Weak But (All Them Other Guys)
You Make Me Stronger (Before You)
Cause Everything Was Upside Down (Did Me Wrong)
Now I'm Right Back Where I Belong (So Wrong)
Help I Think Cupid Got Me (I Got You Now)
Shot Me All Over My Body
I Think I'm Loosin My Cool
Cause I'm Doin Things I Don't Do
Addicted Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Musiq)
Yea GGGGGGG-Unit
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
[Banks]
Uh man i think im addicted to the life that i had
So i risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here
Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
U know the names cause we tatooin em on
Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
[Banks]
Ey i got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right thats why they watchin me
As far as i can see its all mockery
And im tryna be all i can be
Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me
Pure poetry i got a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin me
Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
Yea i left a name all around the globe
Yet still southside i was brought up by the code (southside)
N i was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world dont turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
True u hear the struggle and the grind when i talk
I breathe and i bleed new york
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
[Banks]
Uh man i think im addicted to the life that i had
So i risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here
Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
U know the names cause we tatooin em on
Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
[Banks]
Ey i got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right thats why they watchin me
As far as i can see its all mockery
And im tryna be all i can be
Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me
Pure poetry i got a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin me
Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
Yea i left a name all around the globe
Yet still southside i was brought up by the code (southside)
N i was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world dont turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
True u hear the struggle and the grind when i talk
I breathe and i bleed new york
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
You Know The Deal Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Rakim)
Uh, Uh, Yeah
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim)):]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for reals, the only way that I can chill)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
Niggas better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
Niggas shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty
[Chorus (Lloyd Banks (Rakim))]
Get Clapped Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Mobb Deep)
[Banks]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)
[Prodigy]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks Verse]
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya
Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
With somethin thats gonna swallow me
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Prodigy Verse]
My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head
And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
I got power and i will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up
Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks Verse]
Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that i came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me
Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks]
Yea [echoing] Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
Cause this is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yea [echoing] GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)
[Prodigy]
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks Verse]
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya
Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
With somethin thats gonna swallow me
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Prodigy Verse]
My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head
And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
I got power and i will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up
Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks Verse]
Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that i came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me
Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes
[Chorus Banks]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
[Banks]
Yea [echoing] Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
Cause this is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yea [echoing] GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit
Stranger Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Intro]
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll)
Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)
[Verse 1]
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner
[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
[Verse 2]
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll)
Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)
[Verse 1]
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner
[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
[Verse 2]
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Change Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Yeaaaa..uhhh
I like the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check
[Verse 1]
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore i dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
[Verse 2]
And to the curtains close
its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait
[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Boyyyyyyyyyyyy
I like the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check
[Verse 1]
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore i dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
[Verse 2]
And to the curtains close
its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait
[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Boyyyyyyyyyyyy
NY NY Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
?? so they blow up the building
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
I roll up cause it's a hold up
Aint nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
Click clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
?? so they blow up the building
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
I roll up cause it's a hold up
Aint nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
Click clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
One Night Stand Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro]
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
bet if I don't get the ass, I'mma get the brain
whether she knows or don't know what the scriptures sayin'
I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games
whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!)
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
a frozen hand on the metal when I whip the Range
I'm sittin' sideways, dazed and switchin' lanes
there's a 60-inch plasma in the master room
and we can sleep the whole morning and fuck the way to afternoon
I had a way with words since I had a half a moon
and I'm tourin' the world all winter, I'll be back in June
you ain't gotta handle a mop, or push back a broom
there's Maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
maybe that's why I look at shit like that (Yeah!)
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as they ring shots I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Uh...
And it's the same thing around the way
just a lot more drama, you have to swing around the K
I never got the ones I wanted just the ones that wanted me
look at her, she got the vapours 'cause I'm on TV
lookin' like a million dollars in that blue GT
and my Reeze and my blue EV's, bitch please
I have you feelin' like you hit the jackpot
'cause my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
I have you hooked off, dick prank callin' you bitch
going back and forth with your friends paintallin' my whip
besides I done gave you the sign, you just wouldn't read it
now you feelin' like Keyshia Cole and "You Should've Cheated"
so fucked up, I pay it to never mind
mind on my money, money keep shit together,
I'm probably goin' where you drove and lookin'
listenin' to the radio and half way out of Brooklyn, good lookin'
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]
I'm one night standin'... (You know how it goes...)
I've got to leave you girl... (I be here today... Goin' tomorrow...)
I'm one night standin'... (Uh!)
I've got to leave you girl (Ha ha... Pick me up yeah...)
I'm one night standin'...
Wish I could stay... But I gotta play....
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
bet if I don't get the ass, I'mma get the brain
whether she knows or don't know what the scriptures sayin'
I'm a player with a league pass, ma I get the games
whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!)
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
a frozen hand on the metal when I whip the Range
I'm sittin' sideways, dazed and switchin' lanes
there's a 60-inch plasma in the master room
and we can sleep the whole morning and fuck the way to afternoon
I had a way with words since I had a half a moon
and I'm tourin' the world all winter, I'll be back in June
you ain't gotta handle a mop, or push back a broom
there's Maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
maybe that's why I look at shit like that (Yeah!)
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as they ring shots I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Uh...
And it's the same thing around the way
just a lot more drama, you have to swing around the K
I never got the ones I wanted just the ones that wanted me
look at her, she got the vapours 'cause I'm on TV
lookin' like a million dollars in that blue GT
and my Reeze and my blue EV's, bitch please
I have you feelin' like you hit the jackpot
'cause my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
I have you hooked off, dick prank callin' you bitch
going back and forth with your friends paintallin' my whip
besides I done gave you the sign, you just wouldn't read it
now you feelin' like Keyshia Cole and "You Should've Cheated"
so fucked up, I pay it to never mind
mind on my money, money keep shit together,
I'm probably goin' where you drove and lookin'
listenin' to the radio and half way out of Brooklyn, good lookin'
[Singer]
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl I'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break I be on my way
MIA back to JFK
[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]
I'm one night standin'... (You know how it goes...)
I've got to leave you girl... (I be here today... Goin' tomorrow...)
I'm one night standin'... (Uh!)
I've got to leave you girl (Ha ha... Pick me up yeah...)
I'm one night standin'...
Wish I could stay... But I gotta play....
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
Iceman Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. 8Ball, Scarface, Young Buck)
[Lloyd Banks]
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin with Black, then holla back
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey – holla back
[Chorus]
[8Ball]
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
What the fuck are they yellin?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch ouuuuut... yeah
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin with Black, then holla back
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey – holla back
[Chorus]
[8Ball]
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
What the fuck are they yellin?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch ouuuuut... yeah
Gilmore's Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will
I went double but i still tuck the steel
Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin in a bag of D when you cut the seal
When i bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so i aint never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when i come
They treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like i always had money
Cuz i know, they rather see my black ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property i aint gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]
I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin like they do in H-Town
And i roll down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleep
Fuck around and get ya head popped all over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a nigga have it
So i pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 1]
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will
I went double but i still tuck the steel
Im the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin in a bag of D when you cut the seal
When i bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so i aint never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when i come
They treat a lil nigga like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like i always had money
Cuz i know, they rather see my black ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property i aint gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
[Verse 2]
I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin like they do in H-Town
And i roll down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleep
Fuck around and get ya head popped all over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggas die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a nigga have it
So i pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea!
[Chorus]
We aint got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
You Already Know Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Lloyd Banks Verse]
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
Get Low Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Intro]
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive
[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])
Born Alone, Die Alone Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)
[Verse]
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
Stick the heaters through, so we can party good
Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
The Boywonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
[Verse]
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok
[Outro]
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)
[Verse]
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
Stick the heaters through, so we can party good
Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
The Boywonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
[Verse]
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!
[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok
[Outro]
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!
Ain't No Click Lyrics – Lloyd Banks
[Tony Yayo]
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
[Lloyd Banks]
Yall done fucked up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
[Tony Yayo]
Here We go
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on your breezy
And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin on the street
For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Bounce like ass in my video
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)
Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
P89, my clip filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
Cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
Think like castro, Games in the lasso
Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
We Back Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Dezzy Buck!
Game!
The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
Hunger For More!
Rida Music Nigga!
This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
[Lloyd Banks]
Yall done fucked up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
[Tony Yayo]
Here We go
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on your breezy
And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin on the street
For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Bounce like ass in my video
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]
(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)
Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
P89, my clip filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
Cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
Think like castro, Games in the lasso
Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
We Back Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Dezzy Buck!
Game!
The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
Hunger For More!
Rida Music Nigga!
This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)
Playboy Lyrics – Lloyd Banks (feat. DJ Whoo Kid)
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1]
Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)
[Verse 2]
I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)
[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)
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