Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"It Ain't A Secret"

"It Ain't A Secret"


[Chorus:]
Lately Ive Been Hearin Alot Of Things That I Don't Agree With
And It Ain't A Secret
Everybody Know You Puss Nigga You Ain't A Gangsta You A Wuss
What Makes You Feel Comfortable
Enough To Call My Name Out Like You Know Me
Nigga I Ain't Yo Homie
I got A 4 Pound On Me
And You Can Have It

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
This Here Will Make You Piss In Ya Sweats
You Know Me Mitchell & Ness, Smithon & West, Pistol And Vest
I'll Take Ya Life Away With The Sound, I Got The Whistle Of Death
The Boy Flow Put The Crystal In Meth, Take the Listeners Breath
You Wont Believe What They Do For Cock,
I Hit The Telly Thrash, And Slide Off Before The Rooster Crock
Pour Out Some Liqour For Big Let Off 2 For Pac
Don't Linger Around Niggas Shot Off The Roof Alot
Fuck Rattin Every Tooth Is Locked,
And You Cooperatin, Helpin Them Damn Near Recruit The Block
I'm Blowin Heavy On The Sofa With A Desy (Desert Eagle)
just in case A Nigga Smooth Enough To Slip Through Cracks
I'd Rather Throw Somethin at U then get my shit moved Back
This Is Hardcore Pitbull Rap Right Out The Track
Look The Hood'll Bring The Bitch Out For Ya
Man I get the guap, My Money Flip Like Fish Out Water yeah

[Chorus]

I'm Startin To Feel Like I Got It All Sewn Up,
I Helped Raise A Few Of These Niggas,
Now They Think They All Grown Up
See These DVD Gs Is Pissed Off Behind The Scenes
spoon Fed Niggas cliques soft as Lima Beans
To Be Real I Don't Know Why I'm even Trippin
Cuz I'm runnin Shit Like Diarea Drippin
My Breads Long its like big
So I'm Comforable enough To Go To Court In My Pj's Like Mike Did
I Move Around With the Sket the Long Magees
So Chill cuz You Cant Block Throws with Shaun Bradley
I'm a Still Be Here When D-Block Flops
I Got More Cash Then Them In My Reebok Box
I Brighten Up A Picture I Shine Bright
Standin In My Way Is The Only Way you'll Be In The Limelight
I'm Lazy When I Hit And Run
Which Means You Don't Get To Come
Even If You Get To Come

[Chorus]

Niggas stiff when I pass cuz I'm on a spaceship on wheels
Fresh ta death, look dude couldn't slip on peels,
And you a bitch all you got to do is slip on heels
She ain't know me cuz the house on the cliff costs mills
I put pressure on ya
Give ya clique boss chills
Bet there won't be no more sores when the steak sauce spills
I get the bills a young black entrepa nigga,
Strapped wit a vest armed wit a trigga
My buddy got a twin tag along
Ya bitch is a quarter, who am I to split them up bloods
thicker than water So I Capture All The Episodes On The Camcorder
She Lick It Off her Stomach right After I Blam On Her
I Turn The Corner With The Mack Daddy Limp
Young super Fly Black Larry Flint in the Bent
I Thought About Clappin Joe, But Why Hit him With The Iron
He One Big Mac Away From Dyin

[Chorus]

I got it on me nigga
Man fuck you niggas
Fuck around and buck you niggas
rap would be over
Man fuck you niggas fuck around and cut you niggas
My career would be over
Man fuck you niggas fuck around and buck you niggas
No more shows
Man fuck you niggas
Fuck around and touch you niggas
And you'll tell

 

[fox69]

"It Blows My Mind"
(Freestyle)

"It Blows My Mind"
(Freestyle)



Ayo whassup you know who the fuck this is
This the kid BANKS, ya heard me
The number one fuckin draft pick in any hood...
G-G-G-UNIT!

Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes, I don't give a fuck
Wait but bring me my cut laid in his duck tape
My heart's colder than upstate
So I ain't got time for relationships gimme a slut date
I'm far from sweet but can't get enough cake
Nigga I'll put you on your ass like tough breaks
Bitch you'd be rich if you could spend babies
I disrespect niggas call men ladies
Where I'm from the gun sound like m-80's
Timbs all year black brown and gravy
Banks got a gun that'll back down the navy
So if you owe me, could smack down and pay me
I'm honest it ain't no lies
Nigga I don't even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries
I throw combos 6 4's and 5's
Don't put your hand out if it ain't 4 or 5
These rap niggas following me like tour guides
Talk gangsta like they got more lives
I pound out pussy leave em with sore thighs
Nigga I been fucking with tits before eyes
You might see me in the shit the store hides
I don't care I'll punch niggas with 4 eyes
Every bar takes away a lil more pride
I got something for big small and tall guys
We might pull up in big small or tall rides
We might pull up and put a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it with banks even the horse tried
I put something in your gut through your door slide
Fuck a tux I never fall in love with dem clothes
I'm ghetto Timbalands bubble gum soles
I dun seen girls turn to double dumb hoes
Then they get pregnant anotha one grows
Haters must want to see a brother gun blow
Get at me the kid with the numba one flow
If it's more than one hoe sit back and blow me
And argue over my balls like shaq and kobe
Ya'll know me relax twist back the droey
Yac and moey fuck around and jack ya roley
Ya'll don't want problems so ya give me that to show me
Nothing but cop levels running round with axe a foley
Ya'll ain't got no aim bunch of sloppy sprayers
Hitting up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas thought I was sweet but jock me later
Get your own shit why you wanna copy hater
I'm a big dog you puppy chow
Hoes wanna fuck me now
Cus they hear my name like the puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul
Blowing dro hand picked from a pluffy spile

 

[fox69]

"It's Going Down: Lip Service"

"It's Going Down: Lip Service"


[Intro:]
Hey!
Whass up babe?
You miss me?
Hahah!

[Chorus:]
I got my - new car off the lot, twenty-somethings on the ground
You're the first thing on my mind when I'm in town!
It's going down... (it's going down...)
Come and kill it make the niggaz hear the sound
I ain't got to nut for nuttin' we can go a couple more rounds! (ha!)
I know you with it, cause you wet enough to drown
Fuck the talkin' take your clothes off now!
It's going down... (it' going down...)
You know what I like! - And I know your style
Bring your girl! - I'm enough to go around!

[Verse 1:]
Yeah! - Gone too many weekends long, now hug me like you miss me (come here!)
Bring that pussy over here baby, so I can fuck you dizzy! (yeah!)
Did I ever let you know how much I miss it when you go? (go!)
How you sling your thang low, especially when you bring the coke? (coke!)
I think me and you's exciting but the ignorant hoes know
M-M-Mami why she throw me out, lay back and let her go!
I'm a do you while you with me. - And she gon' do us both
I got my (uh!) - game in her brain and my dick all in her throat;
Ha-ha-ha! - You keep me goin' rollin' back and forth with Trojans
No-one ever gave me what you give! - Back to back explosions! (yeah!)
Now we going through the motions. (uh-huh!) - Liquor, candy and lotions! (uh-huh!)
Sofa and linen silk and your potion that got me open!
You're the one! (whoo!) - I compare you to none!
None these bitches know me; they don't make me smile they make me cum;
While I'm runnin' 'round! (runnin' 'round!)
I ain't gotta live for the ladies, they hunt 'em down! - Fuck it I'm 'bout to change my number now!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I got my - new car off the lot, twenty-somethings on the ground
You're the first thing on my mind when I'm in town!
It's going down... (it's going DOWN!)
Come and kill it make the niggaz hear the sound {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I ain't got to nut for nuttin' we can go a couple more rounds! (YEAH!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I know you with it, cause you wet enough to drown
Fuck the talkin' take your clothes off now!
It's going down... (it' going down...)
You know what I like! - And I know your style
Bring your girl! - I'm enough to go around!

[Verse 2:]
Uh! -Continental ridin', but I'm famous, so you hidin'
Probably the reason I like her, shorty do her own providin'. (YEAH!)
I'm a king! (YEAH!) - She buy me shiny things!
Naked pictures on my phone, I want her everytime it rings.
She like the finer things! - I like the finer things too! (things too!)
We don't wait in line! (uh-huh!) - Pardon me while I get through; fist who!
Diamonds by the fistful! - Everythings official
I'm a let that pussy crip-ple! - The first chance I get to;
Can you hang? - Cause I'm a do my thang!
Make you call out my name! - Now get all out the frame;
Three or four rounds! - I know I got her she do whatever I say do (uh!)
[?] company reasons outta the same crew! (crew!)

[Chorus:]
I got my - new car off the lot, twenty-somethings on the ground
Your the first thing on my mind when I'm in town!
It's going down...
Come and kill it make the niggaz hear the sound
I ain't got to nut for nuttin' we can go a couple more rounds!
I know you with it, cause you wet enough to drown
Fuck the talkin' take your clothes off now!
It's going down...
You know what I like! - And I know your style
Bring your girl! - I'm enough to go around!

[Outro:]
"V5"!
HOTTEST MIXTAPE... OUT NOW!
Y'ALL CAN'T STOP IT! [beat fades out]
WHOO KID!
LLOYD BANK$! [beat stops]
LET'S KEEP IT GOIN'!

 

[fox69]

"It's Simple"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"It's Simple"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Now this rap shit has been good to me
It pays my bills keeps me in jewelry
Sometimes its conflicts cause theres usually
A nigga tryin to get back where he used to be

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Now I got to go and get disrespectful
All cause niggas ain't recognizing that I'm the one
Knowin' if I see 'em and hop out they gon' run
visualizing the outcome
Multiple lead showers
Dozens of pretty flowers
Memories, tears, screams and hollas for hours
Fuckin' cowards ya bird brain should've stayed in college
Now ya in a war zone where niggas die over dollars
Now what you get? nothing but a moment of silence
And old ladies screaming stop the violence
Here we go another typical video
Niggas screaming out a city that knows he's a ho
really though take a look at you then look at me
I'm a G and you a Y-S-S-U-P or P-U-S-S-Y it don't matter
How ya flip it reaarange or move it
Niggas die over music

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's simple ain't it?
The D's tryin to find out if its gang related
I'm ridin' in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded

It's simple ain't it?
The D's tryin to find out if its gang related
I'm ridin' in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Here's a little story I would like to tell
About a certain individual perpetrating like hell
Well you seen him 'round imitating legends
Tough as hell on his records
But terrified of my presence
Its tickin cuz his career only last a couple seconds
Beggin' for attention droppin a name in every sentence
A little slim punk from the other side of the water
Is the target intended for the slaughter
So call ya lawyer I get up on ya
Ya enemies are rich
Man think about it, you can't even control ya bitch
These industry fucks don't want no drama
Nigga respect me like a old timer
Like Osama I'm a
Keep my composure before I burn that nigga
Radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga
And I'm a be on top with or with no hit
Cuz I'm so slick
Ask them niggas ya roll wit yeah!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
It's simple ain't it?
The D's tryin to find out if its gang related
I'm ridin' in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded

It's simple ain't it?
The D's tryin to find out if its gang related
I'm ridin' in my old school candy painted
The Unit on top and they mad we made it
We can't be faded
It's simple ain't it?

 

[fox69]

"Its My Time"

"Its My Time"


[Starts off with the beat of Prodigy's: "The Life"]

[Intro:]
Yeah!
PLK nigga! [rewind]
Uh!

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
PLK nigga! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Uh!

[Verse 1:]
Banko! - BMW boy! (uh-huh!)
They hate me cause they in love with' the toy. (huh?)
You critic! - My content happens everyday where I grew up (uh!)
Don't be a dumb blogger - nigga are you high or what? [gunshot]
Fuck a liar, I admire heart
You buy my album, then you buyin' art, like them? I am not! (NOT!)
Lil' nigga I am hot! - The writer writer's watch
Hand full of metal and diamond tops. [gunshot] (whoo!)
It's my turn, your time to watch
Watch ya feet, don't scuff these nigga, you couldn't buy the box. (box!)
You had ya run, here's ya final stop
Putcha titles up, the boy'll bite 'em up! - Watch his vitals drop. [gunshot]
Niggas die everyday around the way (hey!)
The concrete engraved - don't play!
My old head just died yesterday,
Told me: "Bank$ getcha money! Fuck what everybody say! " [rewind]

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, youkno'msayin'?

[kids ovation]

[Intro:]
Yeah!
PLK nigga! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Uh!

[Verse 2:]
Banko! - BMW boy! (uh-huh!)
They hate me cause they in love with' the toy. (huh?)
You critic! - My content happens everyday where I grew up (uh!)
Don't be a dumb blogger - nigga are you high or what? (what? !)
Fuck a liar, I admire heart
You buy my album, then you buyin' art, like them? I am not! (NOT!)
Lil' nigga I am hot! - The writer writer's watch
Hand full of metal and diamond tops. [gunshot] (whoo!)
It's my turn, your time to watch.
Watch ya feet, don't scuff these nigga, you couldn't buy the box. (box!)
You had ya run, here's ya final stop
Putcha titles up, the boy'll bite 'em up! - Watch his vitals drop. [gunshot]
Niggas die everyday around the way (hey!)
The concrete engraved - don't play!
My old head just died yesterday,
Told me: "Bank$ getcha money! Fuck what everybody say! " (I play darts!)
Makin' it ain't a walk in the park - it's a walk thru hell
That's why I pop so much shit - I'm supposed to fail.
SouthSide's poster child! (child!) I got 'em open now (now!)
Best friend pokin' out, fuck you wanna talk about?
Line' em up and chalk em out! (ugh!) - It's simple math
Nigga you against a army of G's you won't last! (last!)
Fall back now allow me to breathe - as I pass
Don't make me smoke ya seeds and turn ya window stained glass!
Me, him in the same class, ya hurtin'! - DON'T LIE! (don't lie!)
Bank$ the reason everybody so fly! (ugh!)
G-5's in the sky. (ugh!) Both hands in the pie (ugh!)
Couple grand for a tie that I can't even tie!
You think these dustheads can handle me? Nah! You know I go for mine.
Even with a sober mind you'll be heavily overshined!
Let's see how long you last in overtime,
Cause I'll throw it in overdrive rhymes open eyes and it's no surprise (whoo!)
Now everybody off the boat with' pies
Fairytale smoker lies, exactly why I don't socialize. (uh!)
Gimme a minute! - I'll show you how to get it.
My car match the fitted, I got plenty action in it. (YEAH!)
Rims high as midget, a switch give it the dope lean
Chop shop Chevy, Indianapolis Colt theme! (UGH!)
I'm so mean! (so mean!) - I'm so clean! (so clean!)
They duckin' B, cause he'll bury ya whole team.

[Outro:]
Yakna'Imean? ! {PLK! }
"5 And Better" niggaaaa! [scream]
Yeeeah! {LET'S GO! } [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Jackpot"

"Jackpot"


[Intro: (kid)]
Yeah, yeeeaaah!
We ain't playin' no games, man; we spend money, nigga!
Haahahahaa-ahh!
Just do what you do best in life.
That 2012 shit! (Jahlil Beats... holla at me!)
Bank$!

[Verse 1:]
Maaan, I'm just fuckin' these hooees - like I'm crushin' these shooows;
100 dollar shoe strings, now I'm bucks for these hooeses!
Look in my eyes and see cloouuds; - I'm puffin' them O's, (uhh!)
A three-some ain't shit! - I need a couple of those. (uhh!)
Mr. Touch-It-When-I-want, POW! Punch her with the rhymes, (rhymes!)
Tell ya girl we said: "Whassup? " (whassup?) - We jump her all the time.
You got next? I got next aaaf-ter, no need to gas her;
She beekin' up cause I'm a rapper, skeet laughter.
Catch me laughin' at a bank today, laughin' at a bank tomor'
I do these niggas like my son. - Ya should thank my father! (uhh!)
I make it rain harder,
I was late and her ass still shakin' like I hit it with the teaser! (yeah!)
I'm tryna get this money, show me what your mama gave ya! (yeah!)
Appetite is animal, so pardon my behavior. (uhh!)
I split a crowd of bitches at the Garden, I'm the savior (savior!)
Hit after hit. - Knock the heart right outta hater!

[Chorus:]
Spendin' is my hobby. (u-huh!) - I'm ballin', - sorry! (uhh!)
Lately I've been havin' dreams of crushin' e'rybody! (uh-huuh!)
I'm a see you muthafuckas at the top, (top!)
Then come into my mind, see nothin' but the guap! (guap!)

They thought this shit was done; but the grind don't stop! (yeah!)
I'm runnin' through 'em, one after gun cause I'm hot. (yeah!)
I'm a hit ya hun like a drum make it drop (yeah!)
Then I'm lookin' for another one to taker her spot. (spot!) - JACKPOT!

[Verse 2:]
I'm the rawest in Queens. - It's all for the green! (uh-huh!)
The chicks ain't mine! (naaah!) - They all for the team. (yeah!)
I told her get in the six, - cause they walkin' to me;
I'm 'bout to murk me a bitch. - White chalk on the scene! (yeeaah!)
Money can't buy ya style; my style made to be fly (uh-huuuh!)
I'm from the front so far. - My glass facin' the sky!
She front? She out the same minute! (minute!) - Placin' fives;
She ain't dope! - She don't get digites - or reach my supply.
I'm in the rocket, chasin' paper. - My ego lead the anker;
Ain't no way I'm gon' land this muthafucka unless it's major!
Mami do me a lil' favor! - Don't go catchin' feelings;
Don't you go complainin' cause I'm not used to hearin'!
Uhh! - By 21, I made a million. (million!)
Fast drops in my back drop chillin'. (chillin'!)
Lettin' niggas see me I don't pass blocks spillin' (uh-uuuuh!)
Roll up like a smoker with a bag chopped ceilin'. (ceilin'!)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Spendin' is my hobby... sorry!
Crushin' e'rybody!
Spendin' is my hobby... sorry!
Crushin' e'rybody!

[Chorus] [echoes] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Jamie Foxx"

"Jamie Foxx"


[DJ Whoo Kid:]

[speaking: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, this is Jamie Foxx!
I'm still tryna get to Lloyd Bank$, and we can do this whole album and everything together, but
Anyway this is new... Exclusive!
Lloyd Bank$!
I ain't on it, but it's still hot!
Blast you, brother!
Put yo' blunts down!
Let's got tha hands clear!
Take a listen!

 

[fox69]

"Joke's On You"

"Joke's On You"


[Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues (1990) ":]
[Bleek:] I have a certain amount of time allotted for DAILY PRACTICE!
You know this! Yet you consistently overlook my program.
[Clarke:] I get the times mixed up.
[Bleek:] Hmm.
[Clarke:] Everything with you is so damn regulated.
A certain time to do this... a certain time to do that.
Everything's on a schedule, a time table!
[Bleek:] Let me explain something to you!
Life is short... Okay? I need it like this to do the things I gotta do, I like order.
[Clarke:] Order's fine,.. but you're ridiculous!
[Bleek:] What do you want?
[Clarke:] I want a man who knows what he wants... decisive!
You don't know what you want!
Make up your mind, to be a man, and don't be wishy-washy on me!
[Bleek:] Hmm.
I know what I want: my music. Everything else is secondary!
[Clarke:] I knew you would say that.
[Bleek:] Then why did you ask?

[Intro:]
Yeah!
I'm just tryna do my thing, you know?
Do yours!

[Chorus:]
I'm on the move everynight, (uh!)
> You know I ain't livin right,
And you wanna be the wifey! (wifey...)
So it's hurtin' you to like me, (like me...)
And it's killin' you to love, (uh!)
Chatter gets to you cause you always in the club, (uh-huh!)
I ain't tryna cuddle up, girl you gotta go home!
Don't get me outta my zone. - Stop callin' my phone! (uh!)
Save the cryin' for the dummy! (dummy...)
I wake up - both eyes on the motherfuckin' money. (money...)

[Verse 1:]
Uhh! - You ain't really hurt, bitch! - You been down this road before,
Problem when lies surface (uh!) - bullshit you done heard and more!
I tap the pen, - let out the bullet, - but I don't serve 'em raw, (raw!)
Quickest way of trappin' 'em, havin' you, have to go to court. (daamn!)
Life long accident, one night of action got ya caught,
Victim to their spot, now you're up to your knees in child support,
But uh-uuuhh! (uh-uh!) - Not me! - I'm Rocky in a drop V,
I'm top see - on it word to big an' lil' katif.
Lambo' down the side streets,
Same neighborhood as LL Cool J and Mobb Deep, (Ca) Pone and Nore' and fly sneaks! (uh!)
Ghetto bitches dime freaks! - I'm just tryna fit in,
Finally get my shit off so they mention my name with them! (yeah!)
No Valentine, cause none of these ladies mine, (nah!)
Not my girl, girl like be fiancée - or baby mom. (mom!)
Brand new women to bring home, chains watches and ring shown,
Come into my reality! - "P.I.M.P." my ringtone! (ringtone!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
How do you think I got to the money? - Bein' stupid?!
You done fucked around and got yo' dumb ass in my music.
I got new hoes - for the day. - fuckin' girls they all will pay,
I'm guarented to score - like Jordan in a basketballer way.
A lot of missed callin', ya borin'? - I'll be gone to all them,
Girls in no order! - You can have 'em, I can't afford 'em. (whooo!)
Don't pillow-talk, them broads ain't holdin' water,
And they ain't' faithful either, catch me in the nightclub throwin' Rozay on her.
Balls in a model hand, shine like a hologram;
Orgies, a dime a dozen. - Clockwork like a dollar van! (yeah!)
Barely like 'em, don't love 'em! - Showstoppers exotic tans,
Dancin' while I judge 'em, I thug 'em all the way out in France. (France!)
I ain't ya come up! - She gonna roll the blunt up, (yeah!)
An hour later and one nut, - then I'll hit you back, nunchuck. (uh!)
Hit the street when the Sun's up. - Shittin' now by the dump truck;
Hold on! - Let me see what this bitch want! - WHAT?!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Just Another Day"

"Just Another Day"


[Lloyd Banks]
Man what the fuck are you lookin for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz fiancA©es bending over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife
in the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could fuck a supermodel with my {?} works
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks laying on my chain, geah!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We riding round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleeding around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s trying to hide they phony smiling
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speaking of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm going, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growing, knocking international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holding, a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your little weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't trying to start my visits, with the fucking judge
giving niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your little charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!

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[fox69]

"Karma"

"Karma"


[Chorus:]
I am the one you denied
Brushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
I'm down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cause I ain't yo man
I'll try for whatever it's worth
Just remember who played who first

[Lloyd Banks:]
I can't keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
The kinds red an a flying saucer
That's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
An that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Don't hop on top
Cause I ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over I'll be out of town with an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
Your styling your moves n your nirvana
I'm so used to your prada
Taking trips to houston it's hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldn't bother
But I ain't either
Soon as I realize that I ain't either
She in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eager

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks:]
Like I don't mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There ain't no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cause when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cause I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stapled cause business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can blame me for the females that I been getting with
Cause
Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you ain't worth it then that's all you get
I ain't gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricks
Cause

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks:]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
In several situations n that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N your girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cause I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I don't know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to your thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I don't bribe em
It's easy as... 1, 2, 3 n I slide em

[Chorus]