Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Get Up"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Get Up"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Intro:]
50CENT!

[Intro: {]
Man I'm up in here do my thang, (GET UP!)
It's crazy in the club when I'm in there mayne. (GET UP!)
Trust me homie I'm not playin' (GET UP!) {"HALLOWEEN HAVOC"!}
Now get on the dance floor off the chain. - I say: "GET UP! " {COME ON!}

I came to bring me that "California Love"
And a lil' New York hatin', it's all of the above.
I'm not playin', I'm sayin I'm off the chain {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You niggas better follow the instructions. - I said: "GET UP! " {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse 1:]
I ball till I fall - I stunt till I drop
I'm off the show room floor, not the used car lot.
You buy a bottle! - I buy the bar!
I make every other week feel like Mardi Gras.
When I get in to it, I get iiiin to it
Everybody can't do it the way I do it. {LET'S GO! }
I make it rain (raaiin!), till the sun come out
A nigga playin' (playyiin'), we make the "Gunz Come Out" {DAMN!} [gunshot]
Noow - my question is who they gonna blame
When I'm back number one on the Billboard again?
Shit, shift now the game done change
Since Mike made "Thriller" and Prince made "Purple Rain". [scream]
I guess I make the kids wanna slang
And N.W.A made the WestCoast bang.
Nah, it's just music! - Man, it's just music!
Now get your ass on the dance floor and move it! {COME ON!}

[Chorus:]
I have the South warfare
I'm the reason everybody here,
I say: "GET UP! "
I make it hot, I make it hot in here
Your feet hurtin' {CAN'T FORGET... } I really don't care,
I said: "GET UP! " {LIGHT THE BARBER!}

I want to see yo, I want to see you move [classic evil laughter]
And get all into the groove, [classic evil laughter]
I said: "GET UP! " [classic evil laughter]
I'm getting money man I really don't care [classic evil laughter]
Let me see you put your hands up in the air [classic evil laughter]
I said: "GET UP! " [classic evil laughter] {COME ON! }

[Verse 2:]
Girl, you look good, I want to know you better
You look good in them jeans and them red Steletos.
You got a Bentley, Coop booty baby I want to drive
See I tell you what mileage is when I'm inside. [scream]
I'm a take you for a spin you know round and round {HAHA!}
Switch gears till your love come down.
I take you to the point of no return if you listen you learn
Just how a nigga earn I got money to burn. [kids ovation]
While the Gap Band play she dropped the bomb on me
It's up and down and up and down gracefully.
Rick James would have said she a brick house {GOD-...}
Or 50 you should go home to see what that bitch 'bout! {DAMN!}
I found out she like it how I like it, huh?
Back it up, getcha some
I know how to get you sprung tune you up, use your tounge!
Under the hood, it's so good.
She said: "It's so good! " Goddamn, "I'm So Hood"! - Nigga whattup?

[Chorus:]
I have the South warfare {CAN'T FORGET...}
I'm the reason everybody here, {SHAUN!}
I say: "GET UP! "
I make it hot, I make it hot in here {SHADYVILLE!}
Your feet hurtin' I really don't care,
I said: "GET UP! "

I want to see yo, I want to see you move
And get all into the groove,
I said: "GET UP! "
I'm getting money man I really don't care {5 AND BETTER!}
Let me see you put your hands up in the air {VOLUME 2}
I said: "GET UP! "

[Outro:]
And, and get iiiiinto it
You are now rocking with The Unit! {TONY YAYO!}
I said: "GET UP! "
And get iiiiiinto it
We gonna show you just how we do it! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I said: "GET UP! " {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Aftermath!
Still Shady/Aftermath! (I said: "GET UP! ")
Aftermath!
Still Shady/Aftermath! {LET'S GO! } [car crash] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin Money"

"Gettin Money"


[20 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 1:]
I'm tired of niggas thinkin' they Sylvester - but now you prob'ly thinkin' wich one
Shit, Rambo, Rocky pick one! (Oooh!)
I'm in the seven star telly
And the roomkey come with a butler if you bring it, you gone FUCKER. (boo!)
I'm a player! - I use my rules the two-thousand-and-five
Two live crews in the Moulin Rouge. (yeah!)
When I party - I'm tend to get a few long screws
So I'm in the V.I.P with the two long ruegs. (uh-huh!)
You stupid to go against us, cause you gon' loose.
We got bullets! - The size of newborn shoes. (whooo!)
And I'm connected around the board, so the SouthSide cheap
Out in Ca$hville nothing 'bout steel and gold-teeth. (whattup?)
You ain't got to know Hip-Hop to know 'bout this (uh-uh!)
Entrepono nigga with the poke-out wrist! (yeah!)
Give me the dice! - I fuck around and throw bout six
And be the reason you roll out piss! - I'm buyin Cris' with this. (yeeeeeeeah!)
I'm from the slum, so this is pitched
To the lil' niggaz, that never got a christmas gift.
Give me a minute - to hear me out
So clear my name from the bullshit (uh-huh!) - cause gettin' money what I'm really 'bout!
And chinchilla when it's chilly out (uh!)
Rollin' up a phillie blunt, pay attention to how I really stunt. (whooo!)
Ether you gangsta or really drunk.
Fuck what ya heard! - My clique run the city chump! [echoes]

[22 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 2:]
Allow me to display exelence;
Pappa caught a nut, mamma had a son and I've been this way ever since. (whooo!)
You know - head full of neglelance
'Till a "high-dawg" in the bing over bitch-made evidence.
My whole hood on the chase for dead presidensts,
Cause ain't nothing out here. - che'-che' check out my residence!
Man I'm the best! - Nothing more nothing less
But I will be the greatest when I "back-off" my haters! (g'eah!)
My neighborhoods good but I don't wave to my neighbors,
They wouldn't see it anyway. - They 'bout a block away, HEY!
My flow is rawer than "Columbian Yay"
I'm like the MJ in his day; hungry to play.
And the 11-7 Suburban there come with a 'K
It's onroad offroad put your Hummers away, okay?
Come swingin' you'll be bleeding from the gun
Cause I ain't tryna wrestle not even with my thumb. (OOOHH!)
I went to hot Cancoon from freezin' in the slum
Half done! (uh-huh!) Of Bacardi Breezers with the rum. (WHOOO!)
I ain't never been a cuddeler she's leavin when I come,
Like D-Bo with his right: "Spend the evening with your son! "
You ain't leaving with a crumb. - Bitch I'm from the hood, ya heard?
Violate I wish you would you bird!
Y'all don't want it with the boywonder!
That'll only get you in a rumble - crawlin' on the floor like a fumble. - nigga! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Gettin' By"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)

"Gettin' By"
(feat. Schoolboy Q)



[Intro]
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by [x8]

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Stand up guy, pick the marro from the ground
I’m a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the vert
Throw these dollars make them work
Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won't
Easily broke you don’t keep hope
Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
World full of bread, who wanna be broke
Daddy done dead, ma gotta be both
Life’s too short, gotta be close
Tryin’ to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it’ll probably be three
4 door benz make my flee
On the regular tip, I’m hit
Your lit, I’m super
Dude don't like when they set that trap
Just like that like I ain't never knew ya
Treat them hoes just like manure
I maneuver like booyah
I’m too ill to slip, new wheel to whip
Necklace out the cooler
I’ve been drunk and high all day y’all
My weed loud as a AR
I heard money the only thing that holds weigh
A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar
Nine out of ten, there's a friend there's a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it’s real but it ain’t
Bet these trips to the bank won't change naw

[Hook]
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in, won’t give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by [x4]

[Verse 2 - Schoolboy Q]
Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
Number 1 gangster can’t be two
Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor
Nigga go broke cuz his rap many slow
Lie to my daughter like I'm chopping up soap
Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain’t met another nigga like me
Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker I’m a G
Let’s get slow, slur relax
And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
So this your town, fuck your respect
I’m the headline you don’t get my check
Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
Tryin’ to get a house up out these folks
Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
Spark a blunt, pass it around
Prowl the bitch and dick her down
Me & Banks was smoking loud
Bet your ho will leave you now

[Hook]
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in, won’t give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin' by [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Getting To It Mandatory"

"Getting To It Mandatory"


Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous
Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office
Sex scandals in my office
Privileges like the President
Destined to be enormous
Negligence in my residence
Count it out on my life
Kick ball with the evidence
Horror when I first started
Six song with it ever since
Back in it from the future quick
Quick draw, my arrogance
Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens ?
Hated my area, spray ? away
Fly my aerial great
Big nigga scary away
Massacre compare me to none
Stead I’m here my son like Godzilla
When I come, damage here when I’m done
Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some
Huh, motherfucking bum wouldn’t spare you a crumb
Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle
More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle

[Chorus]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I’ma go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it

Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
Giant, make a regular car look like a limo
I’m hood
So everything ain't all good
Caught in the middle I should
Hold down my city how could
You fuck around with me, why would?
You seek attention, I’m like a lion out the fence when
I’m faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing
Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo?
Treble’s run up on you with your eyes closed
Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose
Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane?
Shorty like the role-play, well I’ma play the pimp
I got that super fly high shit, money made the limp
Dollar bill give me chills
Fat ass fills and model hills
and it’s real, I’m going in for the kill
Eye’s on another mill, known for ripping down shit
Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill

[Chorus]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I’ma go for broke
Man this shit gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the bitch shit talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it

 

[fox69]

"Gilmore's"

"Gilmore's"


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

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard Or Go Home (Game Diss)"
(feat. Riz)

"Go Hard Or Go Home (Game Diss)"
(feat. Riz)



[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah you gotta hold your own
Uh huh
Go hard or go home

[Verse 1:]
Banks I ball like my clocks runnin' out
And still come through on the clutch to make 'em shout
Wipe the sweater off
And jet off
In something new
23s on the wheel and Jordan on the shoe
Its nothing to score
Thats all I really do
One after another
Hit and burn rubber
I swung with the silver I grew up around the way
Where you had to sweep all the glass before you play
Hes a top C like 80 to a no
Like Shady with the flow
Like McGrady on the goal
My name ring like M-80s when it blow
I hit the ladies then I go
Its three Mercedes and a Rolls
You know?
I got my heart from the street
Learned how to hustle in dirt and concrete
And when you get ya hands dirty you don't get to sleep
And if you don't go hard you don't get to eat

[Chorus: Riz]
When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your own
Grind its crunch time go hard or go home
Player you wanna shine go hard or go home
When that money on the line go hard or go home

When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your own
Grind its crunch time go hard or go home
Player you wanna shine go hard or go home
When that money on the line go hard or go home

[Verse 2: Riz]
I only took it out the ghetto go hard on the black top
Ill with the peel are you real then jumpshot
Killa with the crooks had the crab goin' crazy
I'm about to zone out like Kobe goin' for 80
Got a name in the street from pushin' the rock well
Tryin to double double hit the block with a twelve twelve
Mike was the best when he left the game changed
I'm runnin' through the league like Lebron homie King James
You know the name
Player you see the chain
Pink, White and Yellow call it the triple double
Lloyd Banks and Riz like Allen and Carmello
Nuggets sit in the bezel
Ill the grill yellow
Hello
We goin' hard hate it or love it
You ball on a budget
I'm makin' moves straight to the bucket
Might catch me in the Lastrace spittin that fire
On that puff puff pass like Nash the Stadermire

[Chorus: Riz]
When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your own
Grind its crunch time go hard or go home
Player you wanna shine go hard or go home
When that money on the line go hard or go home

When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your own
Grind its crunch time go hard or go home
Player you wanna shine go hard or go home
When that money on the line go hard or go home

 

[fox69]

"Good Company"

"Good Company"


[volume rises]

[Intro:]
{DAMN! } Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Check my mic up! {CAN'T FORGET... NELSON!}
Yeeah! {G-UNIT!}
Shit is right! (ugh!)

[Verse:]
On the run baby - conceived thru a criminal, (why?)
A General! - So I don't operate the way the women do.
And that one's subliminal. - It don't apply let it ride (ride...)
I know ya kind, get disrespected and let it slide! (G-Unit!)
Naaah! - That ain't the cloth that I was ripped from (uh!)
You talk a lot of shit son. - You betta have a big gun! (uh!)
Just add em up and pick one. - You think they got they shit from? (huh?)
You think I got my bitch from? (huh?) - She even gave the click some. (YEAH!)
She came from the tropics, like the Chronic in my pocket
Cop it! Crush it! Roll it! Spark it! And mix it in with' the chocolate!
I'm a prophet! (yeeah!) - I can see it 'fore it happen (uh!)
Make you see it thru my rappin'. (uh!) - I'm just rappin' what I see (see!)
See me laughin', to the V! (whooo!) - How can thee - fuck with' me? !
I'm a G! - Sucker free! - Takin' me? - I wear the tool make ya pee!
You fucked up! - Wakin' me, now that I'm woke, you can't breathe
Loch ness in a vest, you gotta headshot me! Ya see? [blast]
My money new as the news, and you're confused
So off with' ya 22, for talkin' down on ya crew. (ugh!)
I'm walkin' round with a tool! - Chinchillas and gator feet (ugh!)
Leather seats, I don't fear nothin' bring on whatever beef. (whatever!)
I'm on a level you will never reach! (reach!)
Every 16, my leverage peaks - I go to bed with' heats!
Sleep with' dough; teach a hoe the game, but I keep her bro
Give her X and reefer smoke, now let's get this money!
Funny how the tables turn on ya! - Ya homeboys wanna murder ya!
Disturbia! It don't matter the size, there's an urn for ya.
My coalition dirtier! - Down to do the dirty work
Rape ya baby mama 'til she violent, find her in the dirt. (dirt!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga cryin', don't work! - It just make ya tired! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Try it! - You ain't about that, be quiet! (uh!)
These brick artists are wired - so what's the conversation for? !
I taste money and chase some more - you want me to break the law? ! (damn!)
Life's a bitch, an ungrateful whore! (whore!)
She'll let you see it make you pay for more, the American way I'm sure!
I'm pure! - See my papa was so raw like a
Ki to a quarter, a O so ulcer to cold sore! (YEAH!)
They been hatin' as long as a world tour
And if my label gave me the push! - I woulda sold more! (more!)
It's just me against the planet in this cold cold war
Out the store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? ! (yours? !)
You are now in the company of greatness, (uh!)
And I only like green faces - I'm a racist, let's take it back to the basics!
Before I got my bracelet. (uh-huh!)
My mansion or my spaceships. - And answer all ya hatred! (YEAH!) [blast]
Louis Vuitton or naked it's the same ol' G!
"MYB! " - Mind Ya Bidness - or ya finished! It's nothin' more than a scrimmage
My style wake the spirits (yeah!)
Which I'm - heavenly mirrored this time - they gon' hear it!
Sometime - more than a lyricist, lyrics are just the half (half!)
Miss it! - My heart so cold you'll catch a draft! (yeah!)
Ask the opposition 'bout him, they doubt him, the crowds crowd him (uh-huh!)
And my mixtapes are magic, patched together like an album! (yeah!)
I've been labeled since a child and I'm black, I'm wild and I'm violent
Won't crack a smile and I'm silent - while the stacks keep piling. (piliing!)
And as the world keep spinnin' I keep stylin'
On a far deep island, from a concrete ground and - I'm DROWNIN'! [gunshot] {DAMN!} [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Goodbye"

"Goodbye"


[13 seconds fades in]

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - P-L-motherfucking-K!
Footsteps like torpedoes when I come to play.
Ghetto hero if you feel low, get the fuck away!
Hey! - I dream about them C-notes every fucking day.
Feelin'? like Pacino when I cut the Yay,
Cut the shit nigga, to pay me? the way.
Smoking demon?, that she highs
In a present parking lot, I bust a' ass and slide.
I tapped the O, I spark alot, they helps but thatís my vibe
Stealing giving my heart to know bitch?, that's surprise!
SouthSide! - Home of the hardest shit hitting.
My eyes wide! - Crumble is what you get slippin'.
Dear hater! - Hoes talking here that you love me.
Get this motherfucking money pop bubble and do my doggy!
This snakes wants thug me, short? under the rugby!
Uhh! - Blue nose with the flows watch how you love me.
Late me up in popping so I'm always popping up.
Land in ATL Pelle-Pell' honey hopping up
Purple weed, chop the truck is high on so we park it up
Call my niggas "Shaka", know we got some birds that'll up to pop.

[Chorus:]
There's mo' woman, mo' crime! - That's why I'm coming from.
Ridin' till we die - back with another one.
Know the one we ride - and back till my number come
I gotta get mind, tryna stop me and love me,
Goodbye! (goodbye!) Goodbye! (goodbye!) - Goodbye! (goodbye)
Go 'head and fun and later say goodbye!
Bye-bye! - Bye-bye-bye-bye!
Middle fingers rolls on my.4's, now let's get high!

[Verse 2:]
Uhh! - I hope this fire gets to 'Pac, gets to Big!
Niggas tryna say I changed, wish I did!
If I did, I wouldn't be going through what I'm going thru
You know when I pop when no one knew, get over the fact I'm over you!
The more sins the radio, the more fellatio
My watch pop crazy! Oh, it's like the? Show!
I got that bird, give me brick, brick that and phase me flow!
My mind's going 1000 miles per hour sour makes it slow!
Bring out nine style and I will shining more with mine, woow!
My grey sounds kinda retarded, this our like mo.
Fake niggas, them real ones! - You doin' bad, you gon' get hate!
You do the good that will come - a little twisted Karma.

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Got 'em Like"

"Got 'em Like"


[Intro:]
Uh! Turn me up!
Huh?
YEAH!
I- I got 'em like!
Like...

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - L. Bank$, baby balla of the year! (year!)
Got about nine, ten dimes and all of 'em is here (here!)
It don't matter, cause before the night is done I disappear ('pear!)
Tell my new one I'm leavin outta' the side, meet me there!
Yeah! - Weed and bottles everywhere (ugh!)
Metal fulla' hollows, I don't mind a petty stare! (nah!)
I don't need a favor, baby; I'm a millionaire!
Got a show hoppin' outta the leer in Tanzania. (Tanzania!)
You ain't gettin' nuthin', you ain't gettin' money! (money!)
Money make a Mack more; more Henny, more honeys!
Hundred dolla billz; fifty dolla billz, keep the 20's (20's!)
Dummy, I'm a go-getta', bitter - old nigga; spitter!
Gold-digger, couldn't dig yaself a chip?
Dig yaself a hole, told 'em I was cold from the rip! (rip!)
Zero, zero man, need more of those in my shit! (shit!)
Hoes in my whip, Mo(et) 'till I'm sick! - I'm rich!

[Chorus: singing]
Ladies, they love me!
They' eyes are on my money! (yeah!)
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I waaant!

[Bridge:]
I got 'em like!
I- I got 'em like!

[Verse 2:]
Ugh! - Black "Beamer", blue "Benz", red "Bentley" (yeah!)
Audemar sporter y'all; all o' y'all petty! (petty!)
Heavy metal hangin' chain danglin' on me while I'm boppin'
I can - see the whole crowd watchin' while we rockin'. (whooo-whhhoooo!)
Coppin' - bottle-poppin', pop a cork like a sport (ugh!)
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my Rosé! (pukk, pukk!)
LV's and G's all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Bank$ goes, she ain't yours. (she ain't yours!)
As far as flows, mine's like an automatic (pow, pow!)
Mack-11 or dumb-dumb'll quiet all the static! (sh, sh!)
I gotta' habit! - I'm fuckin' like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I +Work Magic+! (uuuuh-ooooooh!)
So tragic, nigga run up on me wrong (wrong!)
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn'! (morn'!)
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Dom (Dom!)
The chron-chron and girls on my arm, it's on! (yeah!)

[Chorus: singing]
Ladies, they love me!
They' eyes are on my money! (ugh-huh!)
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I waaant!

[Bridge:]
I got 'em like! (yeah!)
I- I got 'em like! (uh!)

 

[fox69]

"Greenday"

"Greenday"


[22 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - Music molotov, microphone manipulator
Full blown baller baby, he in the incubator.
Great laser on any infiltrator
Comin' with that bullshit nigga you leave a cripple hater.
3rd time is a charm that mean triple paper
All kinds of Dom, Moet and liquor major!
And this is the underrated, most hated
My thoughts are all R rated horror reincarnated!
Uh! - Criminaltize and gray skies
Concrete cries and stake knives - anything to stay alive.
Money fuels, ya drive. - Life's materalized!
Ain't no more wives! - Just sluts!
Learn to improvize!
Keep the necessary push the rest to the side.
I ball for my niggas that's locked up or died
One phone call and they pop up and ride!
Corner to corner and reeks of marijuana
Possibilities jealousy and drama - and close friends lyin' ya.
Your destiny is designed pen or reason crime
Niggas gotta grind an' keep there enemies in line!
Rockstars and jacked cars!
We don't buy cuts we buy bars and ain't nobody got jobs.
We don't get married - we menage!
Should make you far if you add up all the odds

[Chorus:]
Yeah! - Pockets full of green; green weed, green jag
Green Gang nigga, clean mag, green rag!
Green thumb counting money till I'm numb
Niggas think repercussions funny till it come.
We trust none; gun running thru the slam One-...
... -Hundred round the drum come around here acting dumb!
Green movie, green bent, green light
Green makes the baddest thing seem right!

[Verse 2:]
If I gotta pick a borough, I gotta pick the Q!
I grew up there! - So don't - go there. (uh!)
But that mean a nigga can't rest in the X
Get some neck in the jets.
Ride thru the K and the Lex, y'all niggas is a mess!
Think that I won't stop? - Getting uptown top! (uh!)
Now I'm a raise the bar a little every few months
Lift up the hand and ya arms! - Give you goosebumps.
Punks! Better that than bruises!
Or stitches - from the Calicos and Rugers!
Uh! - Them niggas can't move us - I take 'em all to church
You hear screams, "oohs! " and "hallelujahs"!
Follow me I show you how to do this
Fill up the needle and injected in the users.
Roll with the winners or lose with the losers
I'm in the guinness the one with the jewels. - Play!

[Chorus]