Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"I Have It All"

"I Have It All"


[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (YEAH!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!) CAN'T FORGET...
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!) (I gotta keep mind on!) MONEY WRONG!
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!) M.O.!
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (I'm on, you're the next nigga!)
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Verse 1:]
Shorty psychic! - See, we just met and she know how I like it. (uh-huuh!)
I piped it! - Told her: "I'm the one she should spend her night with'! " (riight!) Whoooooooooooooooooo
I hyped it! - Juiced her! - Kama - sutra, my timing super (whooo!) Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
King - ruler! Won't nobody gon' do ya like I'm a do ya. (naah!)
Screw ya, bring him to see us her Keeya like the ladies tool (tool!)
2 different sets of hands! - Oops! Look whatchu made me do! (uh-huh!)
That body made for Blue [Hefner]!
Low-down dog and playa, that may be true, Mercedes cool since 1982! (whoo!)
G'd up, feet up! - Talkin' big and smokin' weed up
Right and left hand on that D-cup, now lay down and putcha knees up.
Can you keep up? (uh-huuh!) - I raise my level! (level!) - Pick up my pace
If you break down, I guess I gotta settle. (what?) - Pick up yo face;
I ain't gon' chase them bitches; chase me! (me!)
All way back to the crib from AC to taste me. (yeeah!)
They on my shit, I'm bout my flip, know how to stock a grip, (grip!)
My life is real! Ain't nothin' silver spoon or chocolate chip. - 'Bout time I hit! ('Bout time I hit...)

[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (yeah!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!)
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!) (I gotta keep mind on...)
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!) (bicth stop!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh! (Get lost!)
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Verse 2:]
Nah! - Ain't no hello, be stiletto; back to the fuckin' ghetto! (bye!)
Local nigga, foreign pedal handle the fuckin' metal. (uuuh!)
Money's the devil! - Pussy follows right behind; I'm out my mind!
Who gon' say it's not my time? - 'Bout my hustle, 'bout my grind!
"I'm - so high! - And I don't even know why
I'm still here wastin' time with' you! You got to go ma, NO I'm
Not them other niggas! (niggas!)
That fall in love with' bitches! (bitches!)
See I'm a different kind, (kind!)
I'm out here gettin' mine! (mine!)"
I got a money smell, top down and no fuckin' L
Glock down! And I'm smokin' big - trapped inside this fuckin' hell! (yeah!)
You want all they got, Gucci, Prada, Chanel! (yeah!)
Louis, Chloe and Fendi! (yeah!) - Bread and a 2-door Bentley. (yeah!)
My hood polluted, they shootin', boostin' and prostitution (uh-huh!)
Ain't no snoozin', that brings losin', just keep the product movin'. (ugh!)
"I wake up with' my G! - that's how it has to be. (be!)
If I ain't mackin' these bitches, then they'd be mackin' me! " (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
Big plate! Big dinner! Bitch I'm a made nigga! (MADE!)
Ballin' hobby, trust nobody; me and my gravedigger! (uh!)
I'm a have it all, uh! (yeah!) - I'm a have it all, uh! (I gotta keep mind on!)
I'm a have it, uh! - I'm a have it all! (uh!)
Cool nigga, smooth nigga; girl, I ain't playin' witcha! (naaah!)
Get lost or get the picture! - Don't let the gate hit ya! (yeah!)
I'm a have it all, uh! - I'm a have it all, uh!
I'm a have it a... - I'm a have it all! (uh!)

[Outro:]
Hit the road! Beat ya toes!
Ha'aah!
You so bold it's the code! (uh!)
It's the code!
G that is...
Need to come fuck with' me man!
It's always some shit you never seen... show you some shit!
Nobody you know ever seen!
Haaa!
If you know what we know...
It's still M-O-B though!

[Outro:]
CAN'T FORGET... BIG NICK!
WHASSUP? [police sirens]
M.O.! [police sirens] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Back"

"I'm Back"


[Mo' Money In The Bank Intro]
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [coin drops]
[Lloyd Bank$:] WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! [echoes]

[Starts off with the beat of Juelz Santana & Cam'Ron's: "Dipset (Santana's Town)"]

[Intro:]
I'm baaaaaack... [gunshot]

[Verse:]
Guess who's the man this summa? (uh-huh!) Black and Banana Humma, (uh-huh!)
Platinum, this man's a stunna! (haah!) - Who does it like this? [gun cocks]
Strapped with' the hand of thunda. (YEAH!) - And I demand a numba (YEAH!)
Packin' the cannon unda (yeah!) [shot] - these niggas like this! (whoo!)
Holdin' my block down, even when them cops 'round (uh-huh!)
They talk about the kid - even when I'm NOT 'round! (FUCK!)
That bitch is not this pretty; (no!) - my niggas got the city (yeah!)
That's like the 'Pac in Biggie, the hottest thing on tha blocks with' 50. [shot] (OOOH!)
You shouldn't be a hero! (uh-uh!) - Cause you could be a hero! (bling!)
Bullets will sandwich you in yo' face'll be a zero! [shot]
I know yo' type, 'Sucka For Love' - and you used to cupid!
You call it bein' your own man! " I call it: 'Super Stupid! ' (STUPID!)
She wanna ball with' the winners, she told me all of yo' bidness,
How you treat all yo' spenders with diamonds and all yo' dinners! (Ha!)
Yo' niggas wasn't tough! - I got a couple of pictures! [shot] (back!)
You got ya cookies took! - Play double dutch with tha bitches! (YEAH!)
Even my grandma' knows, (what?) - that I'm tha man with' flows! (uh-huh!)
Look at my hand it glows, (yeah!) way outin Atlanta's frooze.
And I'm demandin' O's! (uh-huh!) - They throw them hands in bows! (uh-HUH!)
I'm watchin' a "Pacers" fuckin' them "Indiana Hoes".
Ho; don't blame me, blame 50, he bought the Coupes for me, (yup!)
I never love a bitch! (no!) - Reppin' da Snoop Doggy. (yeah!)
I got them hammer's boss, I'm the wrong man to cross [shot]
Shittin' out cookiescookies and milk - and I ain't Santa Clause! - BITCH!

[Outro:]
Haha!
I'm BACK NIGGA!
G-UNIT!
Lloyd Bank$!
Young Buck!
Tony Yaaayo!
50Cent!
G-UNIT!

[Interlude: The Impostor]
'Ey you dunn! This is The Impostor, Big Pussy, Tony Soprano.
This is a shout-out to Lloyd Bank$!
The King Of Queens! [gunshot] [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"I'm So Fly"

"I'm So Fly"


Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]
Yee!

[Chorus]

I’m So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….

[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]

Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Ice Box"

"Ice Box"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
You know who it is, nigga! {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
PLK!
'09 is MINE, nigga!
Y'all betta not get in my muhfuckin' way! {"COLD CORNER"!}
YEAH!

[Verse:]
Before you put my name in ya shit, just know this (what?)
They don't make a shackle strong enough to hold Chris,
And! - There ain't a fence to mankind I can't climb
I'm outta this world. - You outta ya damn mind,
I grind! - No bullshit in my spare time (nah!)
3rd time's a charm! Wait 'til they hear mine.
The strong kind, done been in a chokehold with' smoke though
Me and Mary Jane like Ice-T and Coco. (whoooo!)
Popo goin' loco, mad I'm able to show dough
Pull me over for tickets, cause I pass like Romo.
Trickin' is a no-no! - She got her own guap so (so!)
She won't gimme my Po' in the Audi Coupe Quatro
Medaline poppin', same place they raised Pablo
Groupies on the potty, sniff coke by the pothole.
Strapped like Movado [kids ovation] henny 'gnac out the bottle
'Till I wobble. - Wake up and do the same shit tomorrow. (tomorrow!)
My bankroll flowin', growing, look how I'm rollin' (uh!)
Shorty leavin' the show and, duckin', cause she stolen,
Goin' - with' me - tipsy! - Rubbin' up against me,
When I get her out my Bentley I'm a fuck her 'til I'm empty. (uuuuuuuh-oooooooooooooooooh!)
The writer of the century - the PLK!
Them niggas don't want it with' me, no way!
He ain't no model, he ain't gets mo' dough?, (why?)
Gymstar's do that boy cheek - like a Fila. (Fila!)
Rely on my street ties, 7 days out the week high
We buy whole of Rosie, you know me - from ya knees ma! (whooo!)
From the west to the eastside. - I'm hands down a beast by,
Any means necessary, weaponry we keep, riiiiight? ! [gunshot]
Baby nine is my lady, and I need her by
Hammer send ya ass real high. - Call her: "Nina Sky"!
Fuck 4 and a half stars, gimme the 5!
Gimme the 6 with' the kicks and the gleamin' eyes!
I'm in my mid-20's gettin' money (uh!)
Bank$! - The future of this rap shit, dummy!
I evolve with' the years! - Haterproof, invisible!
The blogs and ya stares (stares!), I'm a God over snares! (snares!)
Goon in the passenger seat, gun in his palm (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
'Cause round here niggas get foul more than LeBron (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'll knock ya off the board, you're a pawn!
I fly like the pilot - gettin' my Europe on! (yeah!)
I smoke the competition, lyrical marathon.
Neck look like glitter whenever the camera on. (uh!)
STOP! - You don't wanna niggas show up on ya block
In all black! - Run you outcha house like Barack. (Barack!)
They debatin' my spot, must've forgot!
Must I get rude, and terminate dude to getcha props!
I be everywhere! - Futuristic, body in Pirelli wear, (yeah!)
Every year! - Trust me! You good dog, we heavy here!
They can't test us! - Them niggas cross dressers!
And they talkin' all wreckless, so we buy 'em all weapons. (yeah!)
You on the clock nigga, 24 seconds,
Sprint like the celly, 'fore the cops draw sketches!

[Chorus:]
Most feel me! - The rest wanna kill me. (kill me!)
My heart beat and bleed for the city. (city!)
I'm only comfortable around a millie
Eyes wide open, nigga don't act silly! (silly!)

[Bridge:]
Nigga you just been warned, (just been warned...)
One more song it's ooon. (it's oooon...)
You just been warned, (just been warned...)
One more song it's ooon. (it's ooon...)

[Outro:]
YEAH!
As we proceed on...
The Unit!
It's a 2 G thing!
H'hah!
Yeah!
"5 And Better Series", man!
Highest shit in the street right now!
Ask around, nigga!
Don't boy on th board!
Shout-out to the whole mothafucka SouthSide, youkno'Imean?
That's my back, boy! {THIS HOW WE DOIN' IT! "COLD CORNER"... THE MIXTAPE!}
Shout-out to all the bootleggers! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Hehe! {THISIS50-dot-COM! }
We're street niggas! {R.I.P. PAPA BANK$... }
It's goin' be real big, man. {GRANDMA BANK$!}
GGG- you know! {DAMN!} [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Ice Box (Pt. 2)"

"Ice Box (Pt. 2)"


Uhh! This for the hood
It's all good, uhh

South Jamaica hungry my nigga, come be the lunch
I be on P's & Q's, purple and blues, breathin blunts
Funny thing the dough came, never thought about leavin once
There's a few chosen, we were brought up to the bunch
You been in it a couple years I spent a decade paid
I shine all year, your neck on shade - motherfucker I'm
Gettin to it double time, young fly bastard acid #9
Keep 'em close, homies be the one that slime
I'm outta here, on my way to the moon
Blendin in with the stars, put your cameras on zoom
Who the man that's caught a slug, he'll be an animal soon
His daddy on base, his momma got her hand on the spoon
They ain't fuckin with the school, seein the dealers looked cool
Little do they know in ten years, they'd be in jail or entombed
The youth follow it through, he bangin red or bang blue
You give a fuck about them, they give a fuck about you

[Chorus]
I got my ears to the street, one eye open when I sleep
How I feel the heat in case a nigga try to creep
Got a broad so sweet when she set a nigga up
Knock your sole off your feet, money never get enough
No trust, we don't trust a damn thing
Ice water runnin through my vein, I'm so cold
Watch me while I do my damn thing
Got a neck full of gold and I'm in the get-the-dough mode

Uhh, there's always too much drama goin on to be calm
Get out the way or be harmed! Cause neighbor a Vietnam
I got it down, haters prayin to see it gone
Teflon on my chest wrong player, you be the pawn
Takes me out the bullshit, run your lip and get beat upon
I'm full speed in Adema[?] and you want my freedom gone
Ridin where the riders died, young black and qualified
Fame gets them to suck you, makin it makes 'em swallow right
I'm the survival type, cool as the champion on title night
and VVS bait makin the models bite
Bright as the morning all time of night
Red and green striped Impala white, bricks to Bahama light
Hummer every time I write, flow 9000 degrees farenheit
Fly as a fuck, flyin to paradise
Grab a camera, film my flick, so you can have it twice
Haters still poppin shit, look...

[Chorus]

Crook wonders with words, ain't no tellin why I took 'em
Bet these stupid niggaz can't read - easier to book 'em
Splattered walls, do 'em like graffiti when I cook 'em
Stink sound Pelle while my BDS is wolfin
Hood favorite, probably had my CD when they took 'em
And I'm so high, which makes it easier to overlook 'em
South Jamaica hoodlum in that big boy, the good one
You shook son, wouldn't be here if you could come
Maybe I'm misunderstood hon, cause it's obvious I'm judged
And the hate's the new love, smell up the lobby with the drugs
You broke you need game, and the Ferrari you get bugged
You done ran your run into the ground, it's time that you get snubbed
Still no love...

 

[fox69]

"Iceman"
(feat. 8Ball, Scarface, Young Buck)

"Iceman"
(feat. 8Ball, Scarface, Young Buck)



[Lloyd Banks]
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin with Black, then holla back

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey – holla back

[Chorus]

[8Ball]
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
What the fuck are they yellin?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch ouuuuut... yeah

 

[fox69]

"If You So Gangsta"

"If You So Gangsta"


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Around here them boys, 'dem don’t play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon Don (uh)
Baguettes On Arm (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Ready to bubble you up like Moet Chandon
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!

[Chorus]

If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Now every now and then a new kid gotta win
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’ll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags as big as a Pumkin gets
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N’ Beckford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain’t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Intro"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"Intro"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[DJ Whoo Kid:] Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [coin drops]
[Lloyd Bank$:] WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"Intro"

"Intro"


[Movie Bites from "Full Metal Jacket (1987)", R. Lee Ermey as Gunnery Sergeant Hartman speaks]
Because I am hard... you will not like me!
But the more you hate me, the more you'll learn!
I am hard, but I am fair!
And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers, who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps.
Do you maggots understand that? (SIR, YES SIR!)
Bullshit, I can't hear ya!

 

[fox69]

"Intro - Increase The Gritty"
(feat. Eminem)

"Intro - Increase The Gritty"
(feat. Eminem)



[Whoo Kid:]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Eminem:]
SHADY/AFTERMATH... WHOO KID!
LET'S GO!
10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! [gunshot]

[Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
"The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
And follow me thru Volume 3 [scratches] - outta dimension! {LLOYD BANK$!} [blast]

{"COLD CORNER"! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {BRING IT BACK!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!) [scratches] [blast] {DAMN!}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
"Return Of The PLK" brought me to feed-back (whoo! yeah!)
And "The Halloween Havoc" showed niggas, how I could repeat that!
They need that! - Lay ya seatback; and pay attention
And follow me thru Volume 3 {PLK!} - outta dimension! [shot]
They don't make niggas like they use to (uh!), I'm living proof!
Making a killing off a sinning cause I give the truth. (uh!)
When I ain't putting the crap down I'm spinning Coupes
Soup hot! - I'm winter-proof them niggas wouldn't give a tooth. (yeah!) {COME ON!}
I hit the switch, tint the roof, famous cause I flip the booth {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Dangerous, what a hit produce a body you, and get the truest (ugh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Ask them if they caking - you probably ain't gon get the truth
Me? I'm hella honest went Ferrari when I flipped the Coupe. {DAMN!}
Sorry but we got ta' - party with the choppas (why?)
Ammo when we casa, come slippin and we got cha. {COME ON!}
Drippin' blood [gunshot] - like pasta! - Confine the boxers
I be in shackles while my mama watch us 'til they pick a time to drop us. (yeah!)
Excelent when a GM - I'm a pro at this
Golden gift, grimey as the niggas I be rolling with. (heh!)
Lil' man hold the .5th, heavy over loaded piff
Chevy over chromey lips catch me with your homie, bitch! (uh!) [scream]
In a swollen six, diamond flooded rolly wrist
Shining was my only wish, chinchilla was for more. (whoo!)
If the club a place for fun then what you bring your pistol for (ha!)
All these dummies in denial when drama pop this shit to floor
Money coming by the pile? war (uh!)
C-notes in the liquor store speed boats on a different shore. (shore!)
A nigga tell you I ain't the one - but he ain't know nothing!
Bet he change his opinion you let him hold something.
I'm in a rove stunting - wheels back to back
From a block away or more you'd think I had the traffic packed (uh!)
Shawty's rest in Cadillacs! - Can't hold they asthma back.
Niggas talking "mills" now - they ain't made half of that! (yeah!)
Me I'm in the hood for real, right there where they trapping at
Right there where it happens at - all familiar habit that.
My habits are, carrots y'all, sexing in the fastest cars (ugh!)
Green gang mastermind; nine levels past the bar. (whoo!)
Past the torch, niggas don't deserve it, never past the Porsche
I am what they leeching off, BAP! - Get them bastards off! (get them bastards off!)
Rock in the rap game the top guys pageants off [gunshot]
Took it like a murder when he wouldn't knock a rabbit off. (rabbit off!)
Catch me out in Madison - on my automatic horse
Word play magical a millimeter Gat 'em off! (Gat 'em off!)
You won't have a career, after I shatter yours!
Then splatter his, what my overwhelming average is. (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
Streets ain't a game nigga! (game nigga!)
I was born by myself, but I ain't going how I came nigga. (came nigga!)
Cause I'm a take a couple with me, if they get me!
I'm tipsy and fucking high as hell off a sticky.
Come on if you with me! - I'm strong in the city
I'm never by myself I got the chrome riding, dig me. (dig me!)
Rest in peace to 'Pac! Rest in peace to Biggie!
The industry been shiney now, let's increase the gritty!

[Outro:]
Yeah! {"COLD CORNER"!}
I know 'bout you man...
My corner!
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET... B. Y.!}
Same shit rumor...
2 G's Up, man! [scratches] [scream]