Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Hip Hop Drunkies Freestyle (Cutmaster C)"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Hip Hop Drunkies Freestyle (Cutmaster C)"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo)]
Let's go nigga! (that's right)
Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
134 nigga! (134 nigga!)
I'm that grown nigga!
All y'all bitch-ass niggas... [gun cocks]
Runnin' outta Bronx! [shot] (You mad nigga!)
It's nothin'! (Hah!)
I got 100 more than shits!
You want one?
Don't be the next nigga! (don't be next!) {LLOYD BANk$! }

[Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo):]
What don't y'all get off of my dick, I got an album to do
I spit a punchline now you won't get til 2002. {WOOOOAA! }
I know your type, get wild with a crew
And get found powdery blue! - You can't be proud to be you!
I get love like a child with a flu. - You don't want to battle me!
The response from the crowd'll be (OOOOUUUUUUUU!)
Don't matter if you my age or old as my pops {SHIT! }
I got something for new beef that come straight out the box (STRAIGHT OUT THE BOX NIGGA!)
It's nothing to bag your bitch, have her holding my cock (UH-HUH!)
Doing laundry half naked folding my socks. (SOCKS!)
I know niggaz that I grew up with - that roll with the cops
And got found beat the fuck up! - Swollen with knots.
Brother fucking up in school so I told him to stop. (uh-huh!)
Cause if the coach see your grades he ain't holding your spot (COME ON!)
I got plans to leave my neck and hands frozen with rocks
So every bitch watch when I pose on the block! (BREAK IT DOWN!)
When my flow hit the top! (UH-HUH!) - It's the rose or the drop. (Break it down!)
Bring the weed and speeding on the road with the wop. (whooo!)
Play hot boy and get a cold winter chop;
Come back quarter roll hole in your top! (BLAAAT!) {AAAAHHH! }
The hoe love the way I put her toes in a knot
Blows in her spot, middle finger rows your block. (FUCK YOUR BLOCK!)
They say I'm to smart to rhyme
So niggaz want me in that newest spring wear. - Called: "Chalk Design"!
I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds
So I don't show up at parades! - Unless it's for the march of dimes.

[Interlude 1: Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo)]
Round 2! {Y'all niggas thought it was over? }
You ready nigga? {The shit ain't over! }
Uh, uh! (Part 2!)
Look! {YEEAH! }

[Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo):]
If words could kill - I'd probably average a body a bar.
Beef I put air holes in the side of your car. (aaahh!) {HAHA! }
Dro come with smiley faces on the side of jar
Blades put smiley faces on the side of your jaw. {Whoooooooooooooooo! }
I'm sick of the law, gamble throw trips on the floor
Fuck a tour, I send you on a trip to the floor
I'm like friends that borrow clothes. - Quicker to draw,
Dipped in velour, since a kid shoplift in the store. (COME ON!)
You should've listened before, something hot slipped in the door
Name Bank$! - Hard dicking your whore! (OOHH!)
I'm too much for one borough! - Y'all can all get a piece of Lloyd
Beef'll show up on your porch like pizza boys!
Teachers gave me F's so I gave the teachers noise (FUCK YOU!)
Who ever thought a drop out'd be on the beach with toys!
I got four arms, two for fighting!
One for fucking! - My other one'll have you ducking (UH-HUH!)

[Interlude 2: Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo)]
(Round 3 nigga!) {YEEEAH! Round 3!}
Let's go... nigga! {One more time Bank$!}

[Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo):]
I know why you mad, somebody told I was hot didn't they,
Well cover your nose I got a whole lot of shit to say! (WOOOO!)
You sound like me, spit it in a different way,
You ain't write no hits? - Nigga put your wrist away!
Every time you see me, I'm looking like it's picture day
I'm athletic! - I dip dive, shit for the spray. (BLAAT!)
I'm the best no surprise, buts, if, or mays
I put DNA all up in your bitches braids. {ALL UP IN YOUR BITCHES BRAIDS!}
How you eating when you skinny like you sick with AIDS (uh-huh!)
Beating me will never happen like nick parades. (okay!)
While you inhaling nickel bags, I'm blowing out a fifth of haze
I'm a be around when the forget the Jays!
No free-bes! - Now you gotta pay me bucks!
I turn niggaz like you - into baby butts!
And I ain't DJ! - But I give you eighty cuts.
Nigga I'm a grown ass man go battle lady luck! {GO BATTLE LADY LUCK!} [gun cocks] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Home Sweet Home"
(feat. Pusha T)

"Home Sweet Home"
(feat. Pusha T)



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! Twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater this what the Lord sent me
Shit lately I've been practicin my gas face
'Cause that's what I'm a give 'em when they land in last place
Hand right by the hammer ain't too many niggas seein us
So they wanna take my gifts, 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth
My regular scent is piff, currency and Cashmere
You done drove your bitch away I told her she can crash here
Yeah, I'm countin paper like the cashier
Livin like I'm limited breathin like it's my last air
My boy in and out the box super stupid soldier
Told me if he can do it again he'd do it over
Poverty's King Cobra, squeeze ya life out
'Cause it's the fatalities and casualties I should write 'bout
Come on these rappers ain't iced out, they just foolin niggas
Runnin 'round town fakers zirconian cubic niggas

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! 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 somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from
Ain't no way around it, home sweet home

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face
You'll probably turn into Smurfs with the time that you waste
Throughout history they've thrown shots at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord ain't design me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with his speech
With the whole world watchin me turn the other cheek?
Never! So there's one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach
Tried to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
"True Hollywood Story," ghetto Todd Bridges
(Diff'rent Strokes), that nigga broke, this nigga rich
You only read about the cars that I paddle shift
You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with
Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this
White stones, black steel, cold chrome
The city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! 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 somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from
Ain't no way around it, home sweet home

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Nigga see me when you see me shit I'm always seen
Off to Queens, magazines, pissy hallway scenes
Payin crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck bein humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
Drugs for the livin Henny pavement for the body
Crosses for the power ghetto bitches for the smiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's happenin?
Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
Keep flirtin with death and get your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out 'em
Bloody heads turn Timberland's to red bottoms
Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it
Carbon fiber through the spider playin rider music
Ain't no question of my resume I gotta prove it
Life’s a bitch and I get blow jobs recliner to it

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! 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 somethin sweet, be apart of summer slained
Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted
I’m on top now, there’s nothin they can do about it
Y'all better have y'all guns, 'cause walkin where I'm from
Ain't no way around it, home sweet home

 

[fox69]

"Homicide"

"Homicide"


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
What kind of nigga run his yap with no gat (you)
Shake his man hand and stab him in the back (you)
Then catch a little case and turn it into a rap (you)
Comfortable with the beefin as long as its on wax
What kind of nigga hits the precinct bitchin (you)
Spend all his hard earned money on a chicken (you)
When they lookin for jooks guess who they pickin (you)
And if you talk 'bout us guess who they stickin' (you)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Look I could spot a fraud so don't try and bluff me
Trust me
We run New York longer than Puffy
These rap niggas pretend that they like me
Until they bent out they cycle
My words touch the kids like Michael
Niggas don't understand 'till we be on they vest pass
Or we wire they jaw like the Kanye West crash
We got the wratchets tucked
I'm from the hood where we was cold and it was the winter, niggas
Had to put the plastic up
I'm blowin bubble gum dro
And you a bum on the road
The type of nigga you pay to shovel your snow
Stop thinkin you the Man Of Steel
Cause the cannon will
Take your legs right from under you like bannana peel
Look at my hand on chill
The wheel won't stay still
Your boys smoother than the OJ kill
for real
The Queens know I'm a problem
As well as the Bronx, BK, Long, Staten Island and Harlem
I blew the game open
Came a long way from the train smokin
A nigga switchin' in ya lane smoke him
I keep them lames hopin'
The dames wishin'
My chain glisten
High as hell so I ain't got to feel the plane twistin'
Drunk off the Louey 3
A nigga violate me
You get a gooey tee
Word to Huey P.
You can't go cop chinchilla
With thin scrilla
And I ain't just get hot nigga I been iller
We ain't the same either don't try to play or push me
Difference is I make pussy pay you pay for pussy
Now you ain't really ready for war my side is bigger
I'll put a patch on your eye like a pirate nigga
I'm in a class of my own
Got model ass on my phone
No problem passin 'em on
They swallow fast and I'm gone
B-A-N-K- dollar sign click clack
The young gorilla out the cliques back

[Bridge: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, theres alot of foul shit going on 'round here
Keep ya guards up cause niggas ain't playin fair
But if you scared of a collision nigga run and hide
Cause if the gunnas ride
It'll be a hom-i-cide

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
Yeah I'm so sorry ha ha The Hunger For More
May 25th The wait is over, fuck all you niggas

 

[fox69]

"I Am Legend"

"I Am Legend"


[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Back with a vegence, minus the big pendants
Till the think my head big (yeah!) - but I got the same coat affendants. (uh!)
And rap is like tennis (why?) a bunch - a back and forth (forth!)
My ratchets, my racket! - That'll back 'em off! {DAMN! }
Off with a hater head - bury 'em still breathin'
Six feet in his own; burough for no reason. [gunshot] (yeah!) {Whoooooo!}
Now that is freezing I figured I'd put the Coops up
Get two trucks with smokey gray and blue guts a few bucks
To get you up, (whoo!) but Juice up - or ride around with the roof up
Cause if not - they snatch you right outta there, get outta here! (get outta here)
Marks on ya outer layer (outer layer!)
I'll lay ya down plus I'm 'bout it player ('bout it player!) - I get were I'm goin without a favor.
(without a favor!) Without politics! - Tricks a feed pass
I need cash with seats fast with me I gotta eat.
I am a Don with my feat! (YEAH!) - I don't know what song it is,
But I have always liked the beat so therefore - it's mine or eat.
Eat my Lamborghini dust! (er! er!)
Niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust till it's a slammer in them cuffs. {Whooooooooooooo}
I am legend! - I make mixtape heaven, {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Ya peasent? (ya peasent!) - You don't wanna be the 1-8-7, ya done? (ya done?)
I break bread into slum, (slum!) some so in the winter I come, (come!)
The swith siders won't work I tell 'em get 'em from numb. [gunshot]
Your never sick of this! - Your related Christmas gift
The hating don't get the Chris; paper won't get you this! [shot]
Fake niggas? slidgerous?, (YEAH!) my balance is rediculous
These old niggas frivolous, you can't be serious! (can't be serious!)
They all on they periods, might as well make them bleed
All over they tight clothing (ugh!) - I pop shit, got metal for chest.
Just like Logan! (ugh!) - Boom, lyric' explosin'
They can play the club all the time nobody knows him! (nobody knows him!)
But me on the other hand 3 to 7 lawsuits are open
I'm smoking, nigga! - New York City ain't joking! [shot]
My flow poten! - Stronger then a pure block
Warlock - attitude like I'm the one - YOU'RE NOT! (NOT!)
1964 drop! - 1982 boy! 2009 style!
You outta the blind now! [gunshot]
Well the best WHAT? - Over my gold casket
Fatherless child bastard (uh!) - if there is a requirment
Test then I've past it - with flying colors!
My flying spurring damn near all rim. - No rubber! (YEEEAH!)
I'm in - take cover, I been - where many won't go.
You won't blow! - Tour the world and going back also. (going back also!)
Middle finger po'-po'. - They punks behind a badge,
Watch ya back! - Don't eat cheese chunks I'm not a rat! (RAT!)
Keep pumps and .9s packed - or get line backed!
Flatline, line 'em up, we balling in diamond up! (uh!)
I'm all in and out a slut - nigga get your dollas up!
Ya proud of WHAT? (WHAT?) - Nigga you pouted up! (pouted up...) [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"I Can't"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"I Can't"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[2 gun cocks]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh... {LLOYD BANK$!}
Yeah... {DAMN!}
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty) {C'MON!}
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh!)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty {NONE STOP!}
Now can you do somethin' for me

[Chorus:]
I can't - stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And I don't wanna miss my chance; to jump on her - if I could...
Get her outta here I would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me I should... {SHA MONEY...} Get Low! {XL!}

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! I'm in the 2005, brand new wagon (uh-huh!)
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon (uh-huh!)
And even if there's two of 'em, I'm a move in and bag 'em (yeah!)
Make sure I'm strapped, [gun cocks] keep the Uz and the Magnum.
Yeah the gun talk! - but I'm talkin' 'bout the condom (uh-huh!)
They followin' me home with my dog right behind 'em.
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion, another bad bitch half black and Italian
I don't know if she likes me or my medallion. (so?)
You think I give a fuck? (no!) - I'm just tryna get a nut (shit!)
I don't need no-one to build my self-esteem up. (uh-uh!)
I'm fresh out the hood,
But fuck it it's all good. (yeah!)
Why you can use me? (yeah!) Cause I'm a use you (do!)
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual. (yeah!)
And if you do me (yeah!) - maybe I'll do you,
A favour and walk you outside, riiight?

[Chorus:]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants {WHOOO!}
And I don't wanna miss my chance,
To jump on her - if I could...
Get her outta here I would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something {+GET RICH...} tellin' me I should. {OR DIE TRYIN'+} - Get Low!
{COMIN' SOON!}

[Verse 2:]
Nah! - I ain't ever aite pussy before (uh-uh!)
But I'm close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she can't be a angel this bitch is a fraud. {WOO! }
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue (uhh!)
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford, (yeah!)
As soon as I hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian (damn!)
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm. (uh-uh!)
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm cause I'm gone.
She wanna be with a Don
But I'm stuck so I'm a keep it about me on a song, ain't nothin' wrong. (whoo!)
With a lil' bumpin' and grindin' (uh!)
Especially if they got somethin' behind 'em. (uh!)
I'm high as hell. - Pussy drunk when I climb in
How a nigga unfortunate I'm in? (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants,
And I don't wanna miss my chance, {Whoooo! }
To jump on her - if I could... {CAN'T FORGET...}
Get her outta here I would {JIMMY IOVINE! }
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me I should. {TRUMPH SHERMAN!} - Get Low! {C'MON!}

[Verse 3:]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer (uh!)
Damn! She musta got that from her momma (uh!)
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama (uh!)
Keeps one [gun cocks] of the cats with the drama, I'm a {Whooohooooo!}
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet (yeah!)
She remind me of a lot of broads ain't Monique (uh!)
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak (uh-uh!)
Do you write up her phone number down, they won't keep
Nigga get her! {Whoooo! } I have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah! - I'm so street. - I'm so cheap!
I'm so fly - but you already know that I {Whoooo! HAHA!}
Dunn been all around the world, they don't know that guy. (uh-uh!)
But lil' man gon' talk to, I oppose that I
He just mad that he ain't got the kinda clothes I buy
All ride in the UFO I drive.

[Chorus:]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And I don't wanna miss my chance, to jump on her - if I could...
Get her outta here I would
I never seen a girl move that good.
And there's something tellin' me I should. - Get Low! [echoes]

[Outro: Whoo Kid]
Whooooo!
CAN'T FORGET... THE WHOLE CAST...
OF +GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN'+... THE MOVIE!
LET'S GONNA BE FEAR THEM!
50 MILLION! [gun cocks]

 

[fox69]

"I Do"

"I Do"


[Intro:]
"THISIS50.COM"!
"V5"!
Y'ALL CAN'T STOP IT!
SHIT IS CRAZY! [scream]

[Chorus]
Money out the jeans, shake the club up; I Do!
Bullshit only walk, so I let my diamonds talk!
Mackin' bitches, liquor, sport car shoppin'; I Do!
Spankin' brand new Coupe! - Run up on that I'm a shoot
[? ] I'm runnin' for the loot! Fuckin'?, I'm?, I Do!
Run after the next, then I'm passin' off the rest!
I'm so fly! I'm so fresh! - Buy the store out; I Do!
Gucci, Louis and tools; my life's a movie to view! - How you?

[Verse 1:]
Hey! - Straight from Bombolinis to the jet, and for vagina
International, I round up Gucci, Prada, on my momma!
If the label ain't gon' push me, I'm a have to push Madonna!
Taylor Swift! - Lady Gaga, Mercedez 180 karma! (whoo!)
No more baby drama, ain't no [? ] can play karma
Chocolate Tah, keep me high, like LeBron and [? ] (yeah!)
Versace shower, H-cologne and baby powder
Kush, haze, maybe sour, dependin' the shit and how I! (yeeah!)
Lloyd the Eiffel tower (uh!), ladies screamin' as I lean
Lyrically I reach to heights when I'm a Beamerin', I'm from Queens! (yeah!)
Robbin' jean, Beamer scream, now I'm a [? ] get to clean
Bitches dream! - They can't get down with the team, this I've seen!
Here's my favorite callin' starts, boxin' microphone parts
Ridin' on chrome, with the chrome in my chrome hearts! (ugh!)
Gettin' to you my night or my day job
Do me favor; ain't gon' shoot youself up like New York!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Money out the jeans, shake the club up; I Do!
Bullshit only walk, so I let my diamonds talk!
Mackin' bitches, liquor, sport car shoppin'; I Do!
Spankin' brand new Coupe! - Run up on that I'm a shoot {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
[? ] I'm runnin' for the loot! Fuckin'?, I'm old?, I Do! {½Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Run after the next, then I'm passin' off the rest!
I'm so fly! I'm so fresh! - Buy the store out; I Do!
Gucci, Louis and tools; my life's a movie to view! - How you? [scream]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - Why left outta the car wash new gloss?
Clean! - But don't screw me! - Her shoes lost!
55 big ones, that's what the shoes cost
You gon' have to take my life you try to take my jewels off! .
They don't let his empty roof on, need a back way
Dumbin' like a Bay nigga! Rest In Peace to Mac. Dre!
I got the Audi to the jet, then I'm outty paper
Bank$ Boom-ba-yay, I'm the biggest shit since Ali/Frazier!
And, yeah I'm out in Asia, then fly to Mawi paper
I get my mom dough! - You spend your mommy paper!
Tele lobby shaker! - New Pelle outta gator!
She hit the elevator, I'm a get a? favour.
I'm kinda major! - New Bugarri, Cavalli flavour!
Still hittin' my Xbox! - Game like Atari Sega!
Bentley drop boy; Ferrari changer
We make the party pop, poppin' one hundred bottles I done came up! [gunshot]

[Chorus:]
Money out the jeans, shake the club up; I Do!
Bullshit only walk, so I let my diamonds talk!
Mackin' bitches, liquor, sport car shoppin'; I Do!
Spankin' brand new Coupe! - Run up on that I'm a shoot
[? ] I'm runnin' for the loot! Fuckin'?, 'm old?, I Do!
One after the next, then I'm passin' off the rest!
I'm so fly! I'm so fresh! - Buy the store out; I Do!
Gucci, Louis and tools; my life's a movie to view! - How you?

[Outro:]
DAMN! [beat fades out]
FOLLOW AT "TWITTER.COM/LLOYD BANKS"! [police sirens]
LET'S GO! [police sirens]

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Break"

"I Don't Break"


[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah
Queens
Yeah
Queens

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Fuck the limelight and the streamers
I influence the dreamers
Think like a genius
And whiz it like Arenus
I got the Ninas
One shot gun
The other ones by the penis
Only balls come between us
Hes a million fish in the water and i'm workin' the waves
Man my G will make a nerd lady open her legs
And if hip hops dead i'm the shot cups
Like the system out the fan only the top cut
Pop what?
Pop open
Get popped on
Kind of like hot corn
By throwin' ya block on
A quarter mill of rock on
Heated seats i'm long
I'm strong
Rap don
Icon
Slash pipe bomb
To get my right hand back, I give my right arm
Gangstas don't mourn all night long
Right, wrong
Now the industry is shakey as ever
And everybody ass kissin' ain't makin' it better
Lifes a bitch don't let her
Slow down your cheddar
You win some, you lose some go down? no never
Whatever
Ain't shit really changed niggas still actin'
If you really had that many bricks you'd be still trappin'
You must've got dummy all fitted
Man fuck a rap buddy any one of ya'll can get it
All money ain't good money but I want it
You can give me a blood diamond with blood on it
I'll wipe the blood off it
Clean it and cut it 'till it shine then floss it
I'm on my New York Shit
I was told somewhere down the line I lost it
And I had to raise my hand they forced it

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah
My cell phones ringin'
My Blueberry is singin'
And the messages is filled with:
"Hey"
I don't read, I don't read, I don't read

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Haters can't stand it
But I'm G Unit branded
Thats what I ride for, go in the can with
Don't run up on me with the Van Dam shit
All mean muggin' when you really a fan shit
I rather go out in the Blazer, uh fuck it
Bury me in a Benz with big rims
A pair of black Timbs
And the Beverly Twins
Money, a Mac-10
And the heaviest gem
In nineteen-eighty two
I came through
Bird's eye view
In a Cortez shoe
South Side nigga, nigga who the fuck are you?
You in the wrong neighborhood theres nothin' I can do
Next time bring ya thing matter fact bring two
Niggas is all waitin' for dreams to come true
I lost half a crew
Before I turned twenty-two
So I live life doin' whatever I want to do

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
My cell phones ringin'
My Blueberry is singin'
And the messages is filled with:
"Hey"
I don't read, I don't read, I don't read
Its six in the morning awoke by the sound of the pound
Something just went down
Its hot out there, its hot out there yeah

 

[fox69]

"I Don't Deserve You"
(feat. Jeremih)

"I Don't Deserve You"
(feat. Jeremih)



[Intro: Jeremih]
OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OOOOHHHHH!!!!

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It ain't even the puss I got your mind
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah you're finger lickin fine
In due time I'm sure that I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knees ya
Need ya like you need me, and don't mislead ya
Love's free, but treat it wrong and pay the price
Get down on one knee, that bitch 'gon leave with half your life
Man believe me, I ain't 'gon feed ya bad advice
Look it's easy, so don't forget to strap up tight
Ride, I'D BE SELFISH IF I KEPT YOU SO
I love you enough to let you go
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it
If I, put all I got in you and someone got you naked
You work hard for money but it's harder when you make it
This chick's comin fast, here's your heart 'fore I break it

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, what type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down and wreck, ya life's fucked up
I gotta shake you out my system cause with the fuckin and kissin
And all your emotions mixin puts me in a tough position
Baby what I am supposed to do?
I can't control my actions when I'm close to you
We been away too long, girl we overdue
I guess the cake ain't enough, you wanna eat it too
See me and you, have a magnet in between, THAT KEEPS PULLIN ME CLOSE
I'm like a addict for your scream, you're fully loaded toast
Automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast
I got to have you like the green, your swagger's more than most
I got a sex drive that won't allow me to 'lax
Bring on the next five, look how they crowd on my lap
Booty breast thighs keep ya boy relapsin back
And you deserve way more than that, I'll just fall back

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)

[Outro: Jeremih]
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
I don't deserve ya, I don't deserve ya, I don't deserve ya........

 

[fox69]

"I Get Around"

"I Get Around"


Why you leavin'?
Where you goin'?
When you comin' back?
Look, you don't pay one bill... you don't need to know all that.
Leave it there and don't come back
Rounds help or hurt you, you laughin' cause she a square
But you goin' 'round in a circle
So there ain't nothin' to work to, or work for
You trailin' by a landslide, you won't score
When in denial it hurts more
I'm in and out, it's safer
Cause that could fuck witcha time
Especially when you 'bout cha paper
And I'm out here on the grind
Never really had that thing that I can call my own
Just a phone book that I can call to bone
All alone, stuck inside of this baller zone
The baddest ones are fallin' now, money is a strong cologne
I prefer Benjamins
Ex's smell the guap, wanna be friends again
Not to mention I'm hot as the Benz I'm in
Tell ya girl to mind her own
The same bitch givin' advice is prolly down to bone
And the pussy mileage long

[Chorus:]
Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it
Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it
I ain't the clown, I get around
Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go

Ringer woke me out my sleep, "Bank's, I'm pregnant"
And I'm like "Bitch you crazy... like I'm the only one you spread ya legs with"
You know I hit the exit
Just cause ya life a mess, you want my life to mess with?
You discouraged and depressed, I had the jimmy on EXTRA tight
And not every now and then, either
EVERY NIGHT, just in case of petty spite
Now that there ain't NEVER right
Now that you ain't here, I'm good
Driftin' off my satellite, back to ya spot in the hood
Spoiled rotten ain't good, no dedications
Dumb, watchin' mine like you an accountant
Go 'head and make you some
Call me whatchu want baby, just call me after 1
Durin' "get it poppin'" hours, maybe we can have some fun
Three-some, we drink, we fuck, we cum
We sleep, then wake up and make a fuckin' re-run
We done, there can only be one
I'm a player, and my mind is on my money
See you 6 months later

[Chorus:]
Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it
Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it
I ain't the clown, I get around
Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go

 

[fox69]

"I Get High"
(feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg)

"I Get High"
(feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg)



[Lloyd Banks]
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin hands on me
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me
Everybody you see in here tonight's
doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?
(Can I get high) - without you botherin me

[50] Ay, did you hit this shit?

[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]
That la lah-lah, I be smokin
Be gettin me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin
barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

[Lloyd Banks]
I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these
doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds
I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees
And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe
I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's
cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya
I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence
A musician can't operate without his instruments
My recent success rapidly got your bitch convinced
Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints
I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate
The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start shit
Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck up the whole apartment
It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time
My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Now they put they hands out, cause of the way shit bend
So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in
Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten
From that one-room pad without a pot to piss in
Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this
for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin
Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion
Just so I can see her pop the ribbon
That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long
Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"
Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed off
Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross
My nigga dead and it's hard to let go
So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko
We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know
We gas 'em, fuck 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them
Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees
I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament
Do you want to smoke wit me?
Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'fucker
Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck of it
Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger
"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer
Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough
D.P.G. unit sounds like danger
You might wanna manage your anger
Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff
Now lay back on the law
This new weed that I got I call it face off
Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech
My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!

[Chorus]