Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

The hood lane kinda naked, so I'ma take it

Been here before. my rhymin' ancient, and I'm endangered

When everything awkward, I gotta change it

Bringin' a swag, whip game like a dominatrix

Hot headed with no kinda patience

While I recline they tastin'

More than half of my life vagina chasin'

I dream of purple by the dump truck

I'm poppin' all across the boards, surf's up

Label black and purped up

Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper, son

Louis to the shoe, we bling Dapper Dan for half of 'em

I'm double action averagin', fuck love and marriage

I'm happy!, rollin' stones, spittin' image of pappy

Get at me, spar with a G, 10 in my khaki

Chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!

Rewards'll snatch me, no love for the law, my lawyer back me

Money's the root of evil and my root exactly, tax me

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (crooked cold corner)

Protection's gettin' stronger

Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner)

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner

Ugh, I'm sharper than the wood on a splinter, sit back and let the king record

You know me, I OD, Shinobi when I swing my sword

Minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip

Been chasin' Fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit!

Born a boy, world in my palm, Stockton grip!

Stumble cross the outfit, I'ma kill my "Beef & Broccolis" with

R.I.P. to Hewy-O and Kev!

I know they lookin' down on me, therefore I make a movie on the reg

Stupid speech jacuzzi on the ledge

I hate the stupid groupies on my leg, drag 'em like a chain and ball

Fuss cause I'm famous, funny, I ain't want the fame at all

Fuck ya gonna sleep on a bank? I remain appalled

When I have a baby, that baby spoiled

Build for the storm like a Navy Seal, 2-11 Mercedes wheel

Chill, imagine me without a record deal

Southside on the fuckin' map, lil' niggas tuckin steel

Still!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner (crooked cold corner)

Protection's gettin' stronger

Walk around with your head in the ground, you'll be a goner (be a goner)

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the corner (on the corner), uh!

Eyes wide, that's how it happens on the crooked cold corner

Keep Your Cool lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Anybody can control a woman's body, see

But the key is to control her mind

Uhh, bein yourself is bein different, baby

Shit I feel like I'm the man, how a bitch gon' play me?

She could be everything, same time skitzo maybe

Rubbers pop ain't no jumpin up on the dick all crazy

Fish come by the boat and the whole ship is shady

I'm trustin none them hoes, you niggas pimpin lazy

Now check it – get your shit and head out the exit man

I'm mackin harder then Goldie bet you a Roley that I'm connected

None of you bitches own me so I should only be respected

She gon' Set It Off like Stoney the moment I get her naked

Shorty fuck around with him and can't swim, she gon' drown

Cars fly in the winter as I begin to spin the town

Now I ain't gon' put you down but I ain't gon' put you on either

Cause Ima look like a clown if I should pick the wrong diva

Them bitches stretched you out and I ain't clippin my reefer

Now close your messy mouth the more I listen I see ya

I'm seein everything you about, like you inside out

Them birds still comin in when all your friends fly South

I know she only chasin me, cause I'm on TV

I been caught with one of her friends she let me off easy

Greasy! You should know they don't like you they like your lifestyle

Tryin to figure out ways to get in your light now

She say she love me and I'm like wow

Laughin as I'm bustin her ass, somebody wife foul

Now, open your ear and pick up the game

Learn the ways of a bitch and put your click on to the same

Boy you ain't supposed to be slippin let her trip and keep your cool

Gotta stay on your feet man; how did you get so fool?

Boy you turning green – greener then a go light

Shapin a newer vick, settlin for the old type

I'da been fuckin all night, I'm on brown, on white

Thick chick, porn type, thicker bitch on ice

I'm nice

You know the rules of the game

I mean your bitch just chose me

Now we can settle this like you got some class

Or we can get into some gangsta shit

Get It How I Live lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

This is that motherfuckin music made for smokin

Bitch keep your mind on that money, don't get caught up in your emotions

I fuck her mouth until she chokin

And she ain't talkin back no more, I got her gone off that potion

She got, know I just point a finger and she pop top

All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop

You gettin outta line now, you don't know me miss

You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss

Uhh, I chuck her deuces with the froze-y wrist

"When you comin back in town?" Miss me with the nosy shit

Mary Jane the only chick that I get cozy with

Knockin 'em down, three at a time, posey shit

They been hatin on my hustle, I'm supposed to trip

45 my muscle as I touch you on a goalie tip

Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit

And it's M.O.B. for life, boy you know this shit

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

She gon' fuck me 'til I'm drained then I'm gone

You thinkin you gon' come up on the Bank, bitch you're wrong

You a punk, this ain't yo' song

Take it from me, them bitches there when you're there, there when you're gone

Uh, I'm gettin to it, not your ordinary rapper deal

The package pop, she gettin slipped the morning-after pill

Then I disappear, she probably snorin as I peel

Fame'll get you while you're layin up and that's what's real

Master when I'm smash her, got that mass appeal

Uh-uh we ain't slippin, niggas trippin so we packin steel

The weather breakin, I'mma push the Cadillac until

Magnum block me from the spill, boy that cat can kill

I give a fuck about a cop or catch an oil slick

I done made it out, I'mma go enjoy this shit

Hundred thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip

Few more just for ballin out thinkin 'bout what new toy to get, uhh

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it

Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer

Come Up lyrics - Lloyd Banks

"And now for our feature presentation."

Uh, ain't no time for slippin, captain of this boat

You in that water you don't listen, cause I gotta get the dough

I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music

These old niggas must've forgot, they got Alzheimer's and stupid

I re-up, rhyme and recoup it, uhh, just look at my timing

And I been shinin' since Whoo Kid, uhh, nigga I'm grindin'

Mountain climbin' and I stay fresh

Dominate for business, now my name stretch

Same guy, grey sky, grade 9, great vest

Fuck it, roll up, that's the way I'm livin'

Sucker niggas baby-sittin for my favorite women

Pockets full of C-notes, memories full of I-O-U's

Lou' Vuitton peacoat, sleep with your entire crew

Blue, plug and leave 'em, that's just how I do

Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you

Dining Room and diamond ear, Dinner still McDonald food

Boy don't bring the drama here, heat-seekers follow you

And you, and you

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

Uh, these niggas can't see me, motherfuckin' chief

Three different whores all in my teepee, which one am I gon' keep?

I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her

Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor

I hit the dope vein (dope vein) the "H.F.M." is flowin', goin Soul Train

(HAM) all on the track in my new rope chain

Bottles of that co-paign, model mami Coke frame

Twenty bands stuffed in Trues, icy wrist, nothing bruised

Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in

80-90 something shoes, five colors of bud to choose

Big jewelry out in the open, so they wan' judge me

You know the verdict, young black with money so I'm some dummy

Racism, facets of what my grandma seen

Frontin down M.L.K., jammin' while you play that scheme

Smoke in Lamborghin's, South Jamaica man of cream

Style out here'll get you stomped, turn your head to trampoline

Mean!

It's about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord

Ain't no runnin' out you run up, ain't nuttin treated small

Mine clockin' on the rundown, party 'til it's sun up

Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin' in it

"November finally finds me here

Just like the trees so cold and bare"

Lloyd Banks other songs:

 

Short Notice lyrics - Ransom & Lloyd Banks

[Ransom:]

Niggas often hate when it's suitable (Yeah)

You gotta watch for those who'll offer to pay for funerals (Uh-huh)

They probably had your son in a basement, torturing Jason by forcing blades in his cuticles

You knew it too (Yeah)

But know if they cross the grain, you could do it too

Coffins laid out for you and you

What's deceitful to me could be true to you (Facts)

You only get credit soon as the movie's through

Take that money that's due to you (Yes, sir)

'Cause I been gettin' paper since P was screamin' out, "Hootie hoo"

Now who is you?

Irrelevant, gentleman, I know it's news to you, but

If you always holdin' 'em down, then how they gon' move up? (How?)

Yeah, I know that the truth sucks

But I'm just giving you proof, what?

It'll be your friend you catch in his boxers inside your wifey's crib eatin' your baby's fruit cups

I'm a straight shooter, no fake maneuvers, you know that

So how y'all spelling GOAT to the wrong nigga to go at? (Ah)

Yeah, every song is bringin' that soul back

So when you hear lines like LeBron, shit is a throwback

It's time we even the score (Let's go)

But if we both shootin', no way we leave in a draw

This game, we sweep 'em in four

You gotta judge your team on how they leavin' the court

Heads high

It's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy

Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by (Gon' get by)

It's real when you lackin' a friend to call (Who you gon' call?)

No way we gon' lay down and just die (Never)

How it feel when your back is against the wall?

[Lloyd Banks:]

Checked in the scheme with passion

Black entrance, Mercedes back in

Windows black when we get close enough to you refrain from clashing

[?] suffered delayed reaction

Shit flipped and you're thrivin', fuck you gon' do when we change it back then?

[?] fashion

What's your deal? Just askin'

It's time to negotiate, gotta keep my pitch higher than baby Jackson, nigga

There's life lessons that only time'll teach us

God keep me from around these leeches

Still superstitious, hear niggas die in sequence

[?] familiar, won't disguise your features

Sometimes our eyes deceive us

All my shines in Jesus for the nonbelievers

Here's to new heroin

Hit a substitute [?] medicine

Who better sent?

Address me with homage and proper etiquette

Haters irrelevant

Probably wishin' I go to hell, assumin' I never went

My success'll punish the negligent

Look how I represent

Gotta clean up the mess and bury the evidence

Found my niche and executed ever since

[Ransom:]

It's time we even the score (Let's go)

But if we both shootin', no way we leave in a draw

This game, we sweep 'em in four

You gotta judge your team on how they leavin' the court

Heads high

It's no biggie like homie from Bed-Stuy

Nah, we don't need your support 'cause my niggas gon' get by (Gon' get by)

It's real when you lackin' a friend to call (Who you gon' call?)

No way we gon' lay down and just die (Never)

How it feel when your back is against the wall?

Show No Love lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Yeah!

Ya say this shit

Ya know?

2 G's up!

Uh!

Gang Green!

Yeah!

GGG-GGG- G-Unit!

Boy!

God don't make no mistakes, it's all written (yeah!)

That's why I'm spittin shit is all rippin'. (uh!)

Everybody rattin' and flippin', it's all different! (uh-huh!)

Your boy glisten. – I send them to the mortician! (huh!)

They got drama for 'em! – So the Llama on 'em! (yeah!)

I'm Obama strong! (yeah!) – Osama gone! (yeah!)

Golden diamonds on. (yeah!) – The rap's dyin', gone! (yeah!)

I get them all in the truck – the Mack barrel's for 'em. (haha!)

A Mack, I was born! – That's why it come natural

I ain't gotta hit ya. – I'll let my son clap ya! (yeah!)

I'm aggravated and my clock's runnin' (runnin'!)

I'm on point like the cops comin'. (comin'!) – Don't make me drop somethin' (whoo!)

This is for the block cousin. – The present and the past!

All I need is my money! – A Desert and a mask!

You ain't got to ask! – You ain't gettin' in

Me and you ain't never been friends!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

Uh! – 80's baby! – 4:30 to be exact

Around here, drama don't get squashed you need a Gat. (whooo!)

It's a Catch-22. – Your neighborhood will be the trap

I ain't a role model! – This shit's hard enough just being black. (uh!)

You ain't got the bling Bank$ wearing. – Don't bring the hate near him!

The rap Hank Aaron. – Candy paint glaring! (DRIP!)

Panties on the mirror. (uh!) – A gift from Shakira! ('ey!)

Her baby daddy walking – she want a 4-wheeler! (uh!)

She know the weather's clearer – out in Venezuela (how?)

Cause I told her so – not cause I showed the hoe. (OH!)

I'm a roller yo – since a shorty bro (uh!)

My G.T's black – my seats' oreo! (YEAH!)

We keep 40's low – my fist's camouflaged

Your threats bore me yo. – They're just audio!

I got all the dough. – It brings orgies in (heey!)

Smoke then I'm gone with the wind!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

'Ey! – Pants hangin' off of my ass, I ain't a rockstar, (naah!)

I'm a hood nigga! – That made it off the block dawg (yeah!)

Fling the bandana out window in a limo

Blowing Endo getting head (uh!), bopping to an instrumental. (whooo!)

Keep the heavy metal in case the Jack Boys jump

Loose lips sinks ships. – Don't get your shit sunk (uh!)

Keep a full clip for anybody that touch the bread

Light his ass up! – Jack' O'Lantern his fuckin' head

Fuck the wack shit! – I'd rather listen to Buck instead!

I ain't worried about them! – They ain't even nothin' dead!

Go at them with the Bernie Mac tension

You spending more than you make, you hustling backwards. (haha!)

I jog through rappers, It's nothin but practice

Man, I "Ja Rule" rappers! – Turn them into actors, (OOOHH!)

UHH! – Why you think they salute me when they see me?

Cause half of these niggas wanna be me!

(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)

These fake niggas giving fake hugs

And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!)

Having too many friends'll get you rubbed

Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!)

It don't matter who you are, what you was

Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!)

Soul Food (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You should know that I come through in the clutch

Ain't been no choke in him

The struggle, either worry or pray, don't do both of them

They'll question what you got in store then pop up at your openin'

Fingers broke on jumpers for tryin' to climb on the boat again

Still here my haters label me loser, feel like I'm 'posed to win

If I don't get it first time, scrap it, ain't no revocalin'

I always been somewhere in the picture, you wasn't focusin'

Questionin' my spot, you alone or somebody coachin' 'em

Clip your circle from start 'cause the other half is bluffin'

Bet they turn your back on your homie you need to ask for somethin'

Don't need 'navi vision to see the traffic comin'

Negativity is contagious, hope I don't catch it from 'em

Good at many things but mastered nothin'

I told my maker I'ma make it in our last discussion

Was given all that I needed how can I ask for somethin'

Dippin' and divin' out of corruption

I did everything I could plus extra, figured they can't complain

They see you as a friend or the F is for financial gain

Don't matter how sun shinin', always a chance for rain

Figured you would keep a open door then the cancer came

Sticky for sleep, Rosé champs for pain

We're all called by the evils, don't do the dance of shame

Check the masterpiece I'm makin' in my custom apron

Life is too short to be out here fakin'

Grownups held the panic in so we ain't recognize the pressure of the obstacles that come 'cause ain't no settlin' for less

You got to get up off your ass, creative energy's forever

Weather any storm that comes to keep the chemistry together

Used to dream about how I make you remember me forever

Then I made it.. somethin' to play, nothin' to play with

Nigga tell me "Shit don't look and sound the same

How I'ma notice you?

Yeah, everything got a lane but there ain't no quotables

I think its time to switch up a little, production overuse"

Fuck is goin' on, niggas fussin' over views

Envy from the flunkies 'cause its fluctuatin'

Tired of sufferin', poverty keeps you suffocatin'

I'll be damned if I fall it's too many busters waitin'

You don't want to see me thrive in here too much, you hatin'

To me it's clear I got to find out who the fuck's debatin'

Tryin' to merge these dollars in the hustlers nation

Inspired by figments in my imagination

You slept on me, you played yourself, congratulations

Me and my alter ego the perfect collaboration

Should've gave my family more moments, I just had to waste 'em

Life's a bitch and you die, why we paraphrasin'?

Schh.. Listen! niggas be out here rattle snakin'

They chasin' followers followed by aggravation

Signin' the fuck out, standin' ovation

Start It Up (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks Lloyd Banks

Yeah

So what you gon' do? (TNG ain't nothin')

When they see TNG doin' it (Gettin' low) (Strapped up in this ma-fucka!)

You understand me?

Ha (You know what it is)

Better get low, nigga!

I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin' that Yo Gotti

He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti

Sittin' down with the plug, 'bout to order up some tacos

Talkin' velveeta hella chips, nachos

And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this ma-fucka

Bitches on your dog like fleas in this ma-fucka

So many chains might freeze in this ma-fucka

Walked past a bitch like breeze in this ma-fucka

Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this ma-fucka

Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this ma-fucka

Shell cases, night vision, ain't nothing stupider

Clips filled up, outta space (space), Jupiter

Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki

Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki

While I'm on that new thug passion, that Belvedere and Saki

Chopping bricks with some chop sticks (chop sticks), I told you I got this

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably

Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me

Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-colored fleet

Y'all sour me, my summer's sweet, kiss my mother feet

Hate just makes chop 'em as they creek, life forever sweet

Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets, uh

Magnificant flow or magnifique, Rookie have a seat

Them lil nigga just my parakeets, smacking masterpiece

My life is good, my bitches bad

I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag

I got the gift of gab, talked my way in and took some ass

Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half

Southside's my heart, too hard to forget the past

Lost too many niggas to the dirt, keep the liquor stashed

My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs

Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple nuts, hit the cab

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich

You never ever ever seen a nigga good trick

You want a problem?

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Start it up (vroom vroom)

Wait a minute

Ninja (ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki), Ducati (Ducati), my old Harley (my old Harley)

Rock the party, (rock the party)

Move your body, (move your body)

Wassup, (wassup)

Everybody, (everybody)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom) (uh-huh)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Start it up (vroom, vroom)

Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeah

Ladies and gentlemen!

My mind state, raise the crime rate

Break a whole brick down for old times sake

Push an avalanche, the alpine shake

The coupes, vanilla beam

Deceased as pound cake

In my condo bitches with tatties on

Walls full of mirrors, heaven for it at it long

My life the fast lane, getting my Andretti on

Blow it all, you can't take it when you dead and gone

You can't hide it, I smell the fear

I can't either, you smell a millionaire

All crack money, now rap money

Poor platinum niggas, fuckin' rap dummies

I rap mummies, that's kilograms

My brother's keeper like Nino's man

That's G money, ghetto D money

1996, Master P money, gone

(Ah, hahaha)

Still Dre Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You can't be sane to be testin' me

You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe

I got four bars hotter than your "S"'s be

And I don't wanna hear your tape unless it's me

I'm like guns I smoke – excessively

To see me – you little more effort, b

I love money it'll probably be the death of me

And I don't need ya'll to ball, like a referee

You ain't impressin' me

Dont stand next to me

One hit will have you buggin' like ecstasy

Don't be mad if the one that bitch sweats is me

Cause she ain't ya bitch if she having sex with me! (WHAT?)

Come on, b

Who the fuck you tryna fool us?

I'll leave you with more bumps than a school bus

It's gon take the Riot squad to move us

Yeah, ya niggas got guns but do you bust?

I'm too much – I'm a tell the truth, you suck

Motha-fuck classy, gimme two sluts

And a few cups

Hurry up, Fill 'em up! You niggas for real or what?

Hustlers – we deal 'em up, You... couldn't kill a duck!

I'm the type to make it hot when you chillin', what?

My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck

Hop out! Beat 'em down!

Hop in! Flee the town!

Now-a-days you need a pound

All you ain't gonna be around

Stop tryin' to be me, clown – You want the blood to drip?

Twenty four hours, I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip

And ya bitch love the dick – Now I'm tryna smother it

Playa, why'nchu cum in it? – She don't want to cover it

Yeah, I'm on that gutter tip! Fuck around and slut a chick

See me in that butter kit, followed by another whip

Everybody rappin' now – I'm 'bout to let my mother spit

Brother spit – Niggas tellin' on some undercover shit

Team got a lot of dough – You ain't gettin' none of it!

He blew? I gotta blow. – Flow got the sun in it!

Number 1-stunna shit – Gun gotta thunder kit!

I know you ain't come to flip – You know who I'm runnin' with?

All-Stars Nigga

Still Dre Pt. 2 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

I'm chillin' nigga

Lloyd fuckin Banks nigga

Ya'll know me

You can't handle me

I don't know why the fuck ya'll rappin' for

To sound like Banks you got to practice more

I done told ya'll before I'll crack ya jaw

Yeah I'm shittin' what you think Exlax is for?

Rub it up I don't like to hit the mattress raw

It don't matter if you ghetto or a actress whore

Why you actin' like you never been slapped before?

You must ain't ever been slapped before

We all stars and we all got gats to draw

Cognac by the gallon and packs of raw

I'm a turtle package you couldn't ask for more

When my shit drop niggas 'gon attack the store

I'm that raw

You don't wanna see the tool kit

I'll put chalk around ya head like a pool stick

I have a new chick

That'll make you drool quick

I'm still sonin' niggas that I went to school with

Niggas know I'm sick

I ain't got to prove shit

I'm a slick mouth nigga with a smooth lip

'Bout to rule shit

Thats right give it up

Banks 'bout to live it up

New house ribbon cut

I don't give a fuck

Only reason why I'm here is cause I deliver cuts

I hit yours you don't wanna give ya liver up

Break it down roll it up

Light the brown bubble gum

Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up

Ya'll smokin' dro or what?

I'm still growin' up

Fuck all that forever shit

Big drops is what I better get

All leather shit

While you on that pleather shit

My niggas together thick

Game, I'm ahead of it

I make the weather switch

As the days go by I'm gettin' better bitch

I'm a fuckin' problem you can't edit this

Step back before we pop 'till your sweater rips

I'm a vet at this

Ya'll niggas cheddar-less

Hennessey and Streter grips

Think about sluggin' me

You gotta hit L and T-O- double D

Sugar Hill (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh

Banks

Shit is real, baby

Shit is real, baby

Yo, uh

Ain't got no time for b-rolling I'm thinking classics

My back is against the wall, armor-plated with ratchets

Perhaps there's something wrong with my mind and I'm thinking backwards

But it seems the Devil latches on you harder when you got the package

Fuck understanding, all we ask is.. you stay in your lane

Embrace your bracket, clip of acid in my army jacket

Certain the day I retire I'm in the rafters

You actors and ungroomed bastards in need of practice

Still getting wiser, OD off my appetizer

Nothing left to do but strive until we're back to back on Spyders

And the hood on fire

God bless the child that turned provider

Your Honor, I swore to live good, excuse my karma

Righteous scrambler, ducking propaganda

Spank and AR hold the crib down, number than when they shot Montana

In front your plan I hold a hostile manner

They want you in and out the slammer, keep you out of fly Coupes and cameras

Paper high as my demand is

Bring life to the canvas, give it all back

Shit, I'd be damned if I just said I'll vanish

Millionaire at the minimum

Seek to mesmerize and seems the kicks'll come when you're down, it couldn't be better timing

The finest diner, here's to enterprising

Build a Empire, not to be televised, as time goes on it's hella diamonds

Still pissed I can't rewind the glitches

Only time for business

Jumping hurdles, it'll work itself out in chaotic fitness

Exotic wishes made the polished dishes

My chase a dollar hit list

Make sure my babies get they college tickets

On my a-game, they wanna see me off it

That faking leaves me awkward

Me and you clashing, that's an easy forfeit

You build your energy up and they wanna freebie off it just to seem important

Coward out on your CB4 shit

They trifling, guessing, leads to false perception

You aiming at me, wrong direction

Priceless gems all in my song collection

"Let me hold something" is a normal question

I cut the dead weight off, it's all progression

Tearing comes along with flexing

Evidence of slaughter in rooms I'm recording in

Trees to gift my seeds and audience in Gucci ornaments

Shit is real, baby

Shit is real, baby

Uh

Sugar Hill, baby

Sugar Hill, baby

Uh

Symphony 2003 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Aiyo G-O-D-

Yo son remember that Marley Marley joint that ya'll niggas played back in the day kid?

-Yeah I remember that shit

Yo on some low shit

Call them niggas and tell them to that shit over

Niggas straight murdered that shit

That shit is straight sizzling

-So drop that shit

Aiyo Banks rep the shit for the D-R-B-

Hey nigga I think like I'm ninety move like I'm on wheels

I only know the presidents cause they on bills

My name Banks but my uncle ain't Phil

Nowadays you get clapped if ya knuckle game ill

The hood 'gon love it and say it

Thug it and play it

I feel it I'm just to stubborn to say it

The industry's a opportunity for major loot

But rap ain't for everybody like bathing suits

Come deep and get layed in groups

I put together classics like the "Beach Street Gator Scoop"

Nigga your blood types made with fruit

I bring it to ya favorite group

I'm hot like I bathe in soup

I bend bitches like Hill Muscles

Talk slick we'll rush you

And be on ya block like Bill Russell

Life is a hustle

Full of dead ends and wrong turns

Vodka shots and strong burns

Blunts is honey dip

I'm macrobatic, my money flips

On the run from germs and tummy kicks

Bitch the tongue song got women fooled

The only way I dive in head first is in a swimming pool

Fool

Yo yo

That line son

That line my nigga did I tell you?

Nigga you straight killed that shit

314 man them niggas is not playing games

The Game (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks (feat. Freeway)

Yo holla at ya motherfuckin' boy

Freewizzle in this bitch

Banks you with me?

Yeah

I'm back

Again

Now they call me Boywonder but I'm better known as Banks

Got a nine millimeter I'll put nine in your tank

You think that I'm a slip

Nigga hop up off my dick

And the things'll B-A-N-G-

So please don't envy

Niggas get paranoid whenever I come to town

The one your girls fuckin' whenever you're not around

You clown

They feel my sound

And they hear me when I spit

How my jewelry got baguettes and canaries in every chip

Fuck pol you can't scare me on a trip

My jet skis ridin' in Miami with a chick

Thats thick

A hollow tip

Could turn ya man into a bitch

Have him hidin' in the closet by the spannards and the fish

And I know I'm gettin' money but I plan on gettin' rich

See I come from the gutter where theres cameras in the bricks

You should see my whip is sick when I'm ridin' through the hood

You're tired of being broke and mad that I'm doin' good

The police daydreaming of havin' me on that hood

Harrassin' me for I.D. and naggin' me cause they could

But I'm still blowin' wood

And grabbin' it out the jar

I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R-

My niggas move basil but for now they switched the way

Bring a brick around ya way

I got workers with the grill

I'm workin' with the steel

Say H-I- with the -K

And I'm G-A-M-E-

So please don't come around my way with the dumb shit

Bad place to visit you get ya son hit

Four fifth cock it and spit at you

Get ya car bombed, robbed jewels popped with a quickness

And we G-A-M-E-

We show no sympathy

Cops know how we ride they got it in for Free

He move keys through the land where they fathers die

He got a mill to see

F-R-E-E-

Hey guys I'm from 106 And Park

Before I pull you while you parked

Hit you with 106

One got a extra clip

Back against the shelves

And we G-A-M-E-

You came in here and hear

Uzi in here

Check

Nuzi in this bitch

Uzi got the Uzi Brother Nuzi got the fifth in here

Do you like the movie

Bring the toolys to the port and let G-O-O- guns

The Only Thing lyrics - Lloyd Banks

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

Uh, losses just make it tougher survival made us

Catch you at the gates, cross my heart, hope to die with haters

Crew all kind of dangerous and nominators

Your rhyme courageous 'til your in between the hostage stages

Sharpen everything, I got a new box of razors

Metal out the ranges anybody gets the Glocks contagious

Don't lose your lid today, a violent giveaway

I'm built with under armor throw a shot it'll probably ricochet

Time to time the fuck out, call me a business play

Pussy comes with progress drop it watch the bitches stray

Venom shots for a block of vein how can I complain

Flashin knots profit not the same that's my pocket change

Mourning headed niggas drop your plane feel my rocket flame

Million I remain, pot of pain filled with rock cocaine

Bitch niggas spotted I got a spot to claim

Make it from the bottom you never look at the top the same

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

The sight of ass kissing I regurgitate

Wish I could X 'em all myself release the murder rate

The casualties deserve the fate, penalty disturb the gate

I'm strapped chilling blue steel, red beam, Cali green and The Purple Tape

Streets talk, I heard the hate

You wanna knock down what we built up

Weird squares can't eat off the circle plate

You stick around giving fake pounds, pretending type

Still count on the next man money and wouldn't spend it right

Mr. Wayne of the game, shine my emblem bright

Globe stomping grounds in my boots, Louie in the mics

They wanna box you out for winning

'Cause you don't yes man and views don't expand popular opinion

When you knocking on a million, everyone at your door

Hoping hands out, so they don't got petty crime anymore

I got bills that'll turn the blocks, every diamond's a score

Mattress covering C-notes, Desi', nine and the four

(The only thing I had)

My word, few niggas from the curb

That's all a family deserves

(You don't know the half)

The nerve to speak behalf a nigga

You don't know this, that, and third

(You can never last)

Walking in my motherfucking shoes, find your own path

(Give me mine in cash) you know

You overlooked nobody, back the fuck up real slow

Top 5 lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Yea

You know who it is

BANKS

Niggas talkin all crazy, like I'm a talk back to em

Naw I'm a let the gat tattoo em

And I can't get it in, I'll jus black blue em

Like Ezel and P.Miller, screw em

Bring your best rapper to me and I'll chew em

Mike Vick em, OJ em, Ray Carue em

I'm part intelligent part schitzo

And my pain it should help shit grow

Rap Klitzco, every punch is hard

You can't take that from me it come from God

My trunk small and shit

My engine on my back

Like South Jamaica, I'm fuckin mack

Ya'll little niggas, go and pump a pack

Green Gang bars, ain't no punkin that

My coffee shop sell weed in it

I damn near overdose every visit

Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street

And sell pussy like bread minus the blood shed

Lamb logo blood red

More rings than Chicago, nuff said

My mommy had heart attacks back to back, Sorry

But I wasn't really thinkin bout rap

And my pops jus passed I had to think about that

That can be enough to set a nigga of track. I'm back

In fact, niggas know exactly what to do. And what not to do

Anythings possible. See I'm back, Everything else, really don't matter from here on out

I pop bottles like a beat a case

My mind race at a cheetahs pace, with addidas lace

They fell in love with my neck, I don't need a face

Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a safe

These youngins get extorted every year

By old niggas with salt and pepper hair

Shits rough I lower a coffin every year

Funeral arrangements and mortuary care

Yea, I'm in a class with a few

Like a spec-ed kid, eatin glue

I'm colder than a baby abandoned

The cannon will lay down everything standin

Go head stunt end up like Brandon

You come to me better be God's plannin

Don't get your ears popped like your landin

I'm flyin spurin, radar scramblin

Puerto Rican but I speak dough fluent

Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it

I speed through the yellows and run the reds

They hear about if you bump heads, cause they'll be dumb lead

If I ain't top 5 who is?

I'm lyrically loved in every town you live

Scarface cameras all around the crib

Niggas slip on the grass get hit with the sig

They sick though and my plane 1st class for the rain

Turbalance got me rockin champagne stains

If I get 4 lanes, I'm a do my time

I get 200 or somethin, with a flow of mines

Cuttin grass, cause nine niggas mowin mine

Look directly in the watch, you goin blind

I'm flyest nigga doin it ask yo mom

My shit the bomb they used back in 'Nam

Your soulmate wanna ride shotgun

And pretend like she don't got one

You know what's next minagin on the yacht son

Ready to unload like a cop gun

You get pregnant then it's to the chop shop

Cause I don't change diapers, I change drop tops

Most wanted number with my black glock cocked

Real nigga unit boy til my clock stop tickin

You know

Unit

T.O.S Boy!

TOXIC lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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

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

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

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

Killer receiver runnin with jewelry

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

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

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

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

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

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

Audemar thrills every other deal, new wheels to hug them

Bitches be hawking need a shield when clubbing

Tear you down your building something

Homesick gotta be in the field to function

They owe me meal tickets a half a mill a luncheon

Haters give you energy, snake niggas for steal consumption

We gotta make it out the problems next

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

I took a up and down denied the rest

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

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

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

Lost in the system losing my mind next

Out here number one, there ain't a contest

These pussies left a big hole, gangsters plugging the cavity

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

Peakin in rare form, salute to the version after me

Reflection of my hard times, proof I emerged from tragedy

For every pass you may receive, two turns of agony

Compensating with charm pics, blue steel that sat on me

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

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

Pound of grandaddy, can't stuff a better cone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still riding round town, long stay in the vehicle

We gotta make it out the problems next

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

I took a up and down denied the rest

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

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

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

Lost in the system losing my mind next

Out here number one, there ain't a contest

Untouchable (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Lyrically, I'm, untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

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

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

Tuesdays are full of new albums to feed my trash can

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Got my Magnificent posture from a Mercedes chair

Latest gear, rude awakenings, being courageous here

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

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

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

Sitting on ammunition, really, just a grenade away

Searching five-star spots, breaking my Top Ramen

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

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

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

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

It's not diamonds

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

Somewhere along the way they switched the agenda

Who gave the junkies power?

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

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

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

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

Still can punch you and I rhyme like Floyd Mayweather Senior

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

Weirdo niggas took the game again, I overcame the seizure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prophet in my best shot, superstar on my worst angle

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

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Untouchable, uncrushable (Ugh)

Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Ugh

Warm Up Session SBTV Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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

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

Gritty rap, fifty stacks on deck'n

That's just how I'm reppin'

Diamond Diva sexin', never without protection

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

Got my will shipped in from texas

And my neck be looking excellent

I be zero zero fetching

Zero zero catching, throw a mill in my direction

Or there won't be no session

Hey bless 'em in Holy water

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

The homies warned her

You said leave the things he used to get her

The clothes he bought her

Gucci, Louie bag, Chloe order

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

Cars by the few

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

Fool, they carry this, I carry mine too

Million dollars worth of cars down

Who Shot Ya Freestyle lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Don't talk shit to the stars bro

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

They bust you down like a Marlboro

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

You don't want to know how much this cost

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

Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off

That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed

We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us

And them record execs pull out a grip for us

Yo what up? this is Big Snoop Dogg

The Big Snoopy D-O- Double Gizzle

For shizzle dizzle

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

SWAT motherfuckers

Don't talk shit to the stars bro

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

They bust you down like a Marlboro

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

You don't want to know how much this cost

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

Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off

That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed

We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us

And them record execs pull out a grip for us

I'm the shit boss

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

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

I'll put red dots on you like Kwame'

I'm blowin' Bomb Bay

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

My hood bitch'll get you set up god

Cause her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

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

Jet Black tints on the 'Voy and the 'Sage

Take a look at this enormous garage

If you listen you can hear the noise of manage

Shit I'm royalty like Bin Laden

You been lyin'

I got Siamese Glocks

You gon burn 'till the boy gets rid of ya

You'll be a ghost dog like Forest Whitaker

Whoever thought they'd be askin' for his signature

And tourists visit ya

For all this literature

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

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

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

A gourmet maids on the payroll to cook

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

Cruisin' slow so all the old folk can look

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

I got the crowd in a choke hold in your hood

Quarter poundin' a low low the pro should

Ya sales movin' slow mo ya go wood

You want to see me handcuffed in the slammer

Lookin' that tough in the camera

My suppliers married to a real Rasta

All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa

No candles or chilled lobster

Its a flat screen, a little BET

Throw on a DVD

Then its brain on my B-E-D-

I pass her off to my nigga

You Already Know (Remix) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!

You already know, my mind is on my dough

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

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

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money

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

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

Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggas

Yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's up

Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn

It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie

Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me

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

Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather

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

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

You already know, my mind is on my dough

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

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

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

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

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

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

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

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

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

Move down the strip quick, two pounds of drip drip

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

All the hoes eyein whem the whip come by flyin

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

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

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

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

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

And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer

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

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

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

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

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

You already know, my mind is on my dough

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

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

High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro

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

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

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

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

Young & Reckless (Freestyle) lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Day of the reckless, out disrespecting they old head

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

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

Your favorite rapper I'll pack as my microphone bed

Lid raiser for dreamy eyes

I need my safe my TV size

Tune in, my shit designed for 3D minds

Bitterness stains, never ignore the greasy signs

Almost always a cryptic message in between the lines

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

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

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

Lovely reaper, Bugsy Siegel, unfuck through kilo

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

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

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

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

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

Which really means there should be another name on your merchandise

Threw me pounds of granddaddy, I threw up purple twice

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

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

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

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

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

Ride through the neighborhood you'll hear a stomach roar

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

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

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

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

The nigga with the punches and fly kicks 'n MMA

Money making attitude, my style reflects the avenue

From housing 'jects to pads and pools

I'm miles away from average moves

Fools out here trickin' like the professor

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

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

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

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

Won't compare to the thrones here like convertible weather

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

Lines like thorns crushing your fade, platinum crucifixion

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

Never home, just visitin', my platoon is different

Home to many styles, should charge a group commission

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

"H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger For More 2)" (2010)

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]

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]

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]

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!

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]

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!

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!

"Rotten Apple" (2006)

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

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]

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...!!!