Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Keep Your Cool"

"Keep Your Cool"


[Intro]
Anybody can control a woman's body, see
But the key is to control her mind

Uhh, bein yourself is bein different baby
Shit I feel like I'm the man, how a bitch gon' play me?
She could be everything, same time skitzo maybe
Rubbers pop ain't no jumpin up on the dick all crazy
Fish come by the boat when the whole ship is shady
I'm trustin none them hoes, you niggaz pimp is lazy
Now check it - get your shit and head out the exit man
I'm mackin harder then Goldie bet you a Roley that I'm connected
None of you bitches own me so I should only be respected
She gon' (Set It Off) like Stoney the moment I get her naked
Shorty fuck around with him and can't swim, she gon' drown
Cars fly in the winter as I begin to spin the town
Now I ain't gon' put you down but I ain't gon' put you on either
Cause I should look like a clown if I should pick the wrong diva
Them bitches stretched you out and I ain't clippin my reefer
Now close your messy mouth the more I listen I see ya
I'm seein everything you about, like you inside out
Them birds still comin in when all your friends fly South
I know she only chasin me, cause I'm on TV
I been caught with one of her friends she let me off easy
Greasy! You should know they don't like you they like your lifestyle
Tryin to figure out ways to get in your light now
She say she love me and I'm like wow [chuckling]
Laughin as I'm bustin her ass, somebody wife foul
Now, open your ear and pick up the game
Learn the ways of a bitch and put your click on to the same
Boy you ain't supposed to be slippin let her trip and keep your cool
Gotta stay on your feet man; how did you get so fool?
Boy you turning green - greener then a go light
Shapin a newer vick, settlin for the old type
I'da been fuckin all night, I'm on brown, on white
Thick chick, porn type, thicker bitch on ice
I'm nice

[Outro]
You know the rules of the game
I mean your bitch just chose me
Now we can settle this like you got some class
or we can get into some gangsta shit

 

[fox69]

"Kill A NY Cop (Intro)"

"Kill A NY Cop (Intro)"


[Beat starts playin' New Line Cinema studio's opening theme]

[Movie Bites from "Running Scared (2006)":]
[Robber #1:] Fuck you! Goddamn it!
[Tommy Perello:] I don't think so! [shot him in dick]
[Robber #1:] Uhh! What? AAHHH!
[Robber #2:] Son of a bitch, motherfucker! Fuck you!
[20 seconds shots, gunshots autumatic gunshots & shotgun blasts]
[Tommy Perello:] C'mon dude! YOu WANNA FUCK WITH ME?
[Sal Franzone:] Give you fuckin' pussy!
[Tommy Perello:] What? ! We can work this out, let's talk!... FUCK YOU! [kick]
[Robber #1:] Uhh! AAAHHH!
[Tommy Perello:] Where the fuck you reachin'... huh?
[Robber #1:] Please...
[Tommy Perello:] Tell you what... have a Mai Tai on me, huh? [head shot]
[Sal Franzone:] Fuck me!... he's a cop!... [foosteps]
[Tommy Perello:] A FUCKIN' COP? ! Motherfucker! [police sirens in the background]
Get the shit... and let's go... NOW! Hurry the fuck up! [police sirens]

 

[fox69]

"Kill It"

"Kill It"


Girl you're something special
I just wan the chance to get to know you better
Wine you and caress you
Spoil and impress you
Put you in my front seat
Take you home and sex you

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
Shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

[Verse 1]
I'm into steady stuntin in my Phantom ghost
Brand new Louie, brand new outfit
And my brand new toast
Rep by the love get my cake and eat it
I want both
I'm only here for the summer than I'm leaving out the coast
If we get close I'mma have to book another seat
Baby something sweet
Body you would love to keep
Been fucked to sleep
We can stay up, drink all this Rose up
Smoke my weed and kick it
That sex gobbled a day up
For me this girls a lay up
She knows I don't need it
Difference is I want someone I could see me with
Could be our little secret
Not cause I'm ashamed but for all the nosey hoes
Infatuated with fame
Pussy's my addiction, your's is like cocaine
Girl let me light your life up
Put you on the game
I have you riding Bentley, put you off the train
Strike a pose, take aim not to put you out the frame

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
Shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

[Verse 2]
Ugh, I had a shorty, but after fucking you, it's over
I'm all wet, momma sitting on a super soaker
Ruin the sofa, I bend her over, bruise her coacha
Hell of a looker, somebody should give you a poster
Shes my holster, careful how you fools approach her
See we're tight now and everyday we're moving closer
When I'm with you is when I'm calm, baby you the bomb
Fat ass, fly shit on, Christian Louboutin
Cruise along beaches, Canary Island features
Lambourghini, Porches, gorgeous chrome sneakers
The gossip won't reach us
We in another World, keep doing that, I won't think bout another girl
Bad bitches fuck, come now is all I've done
1 million reasons why I ain't belong with them
We live with no worries and spend money for fun
Dodge, no flurries, lear jetting to the sun

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
Fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet (my Louie wallet)
The girl I'm with now is hot but you hotter
One look at you and I almost forgot her
She gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
Shawty let me get it, I'ma spend a weekend in it
Get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
Hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

You got it baby
Almost forget her...

 

[fox69]

"Killas Them"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Killas Them"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Intro: Lloyd Bank$]
I robbed you like these niggas! {DAMN! }
SouthSide!
Robbin' niggas. {MO MONEY! }
That's riight.

[Lloyd Bank$:]
'Ey, the game is survival! (yeah!)
You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you! (boo!)
They gonna have to revive you, (yeah!)
If I slide thru. (yeah!) - I wouldn't need to advise you. (whoo!)
You smoke and they gonna let on us (uh-huh!)
You damn near retarded a smallgular buss. (uh-huh!)
I pull a Porsche out and fall for the rush (uh-huh!)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs! (uh-huh!) {Whooooooo! }
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (uh-huh!)
When I move smooth, I'm a ball all on dust; plus! (yeah!)
You niggas can't eat no more
Or - walk around in the street no more! [gunshot] {DAMN! }

[Intro: Lloyd Bank$]
I robbed you like these niggas! {BRING IT BACK! }
SouthSide! {CAN'T FORGET... }
Robbin' niggas
That's riight. {OUTLAWZ! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
'Ey, the game is survival! (yeah!)
You wouldn't know a real nigga if he walked up and robbed you! (boo!)
They gonna have to revive you, (yeah!)
If I slide thru. (yeah!) - I wouldn't need to advise you. (whoo!)
You smoke and they gonna let on us (uh-huh!)
You damn near retarded a smallgular buss. (uh-huh!)
I pull a Porsche out and fall for the rush (uh-huh!)
Careful the cops want us all in the cuffs (uh-huh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
We put up houses and haul on the trucks (uh-huh!)
When I move smooth! - I'm a ball all on dust; plus! (yeah!)
You niggas can't eat no more;
Or - walk around in the street no more! (yeah!)
I run this city! - That's why my feet so sore! (uhhhh!)
I got the whole hood hooked: "He so raw! " {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I pull up on a set - with bad intentions.
Like a bullet in ya neck. (yeah!) [shot]
Anybody can get it the Cal' and the sket (yeah!) {DAMN! }
I drink away to pay and pop mo' on the jet (yeah!)
A bag of the Goo Rock the mall when I'm set (yeah!)
Jus' got a new calical and a Tech (yeah!) [gunshot]
Fresh P cut powder all on my neck (yeeah!) {GET BACK! }
Next stop stop at the mall in the vet (yeeeeaah!)
The "Green, Gang" with me and the all hold sket (yeeeeeeaaaaah!)
Nah, we ain't gonna send ya girl home yet (yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaah!)
She G-D and we all want next. (YEAH!) {HAHA! }
300.000 we all know less (YEAH!)
And less is small - a European tour! (whooo!)
Car cold handle on a European door. (ERR!)
Niggas get money, but the Unit gettin' more. (uh-huh!)
Troops on the roof, stashbox in the floor, (nigga!)
Green and white bow with the matchin' valour. (nigga!)
Air hold muffler attached to the 4,
And a batch {Whoooo! } and the raw. - Oooh!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo)]
You niggas better move maaaaaaaan!
When we come thru the door! [echoes] {CAN'T FORGET... }
Movin' with the Uz' maaaaaaaan! {PROOF! }
You'll be a body on the floor! [echoes] [shot] {BIG JESS! }
We don't go by the rules aaaaand
We break any fuckin' law! [echoes] (WHAT?)
Niggas gonna lose maaaaaan! (WHAT ELSE? Yeah! HERE WE GOOOOO!) {YAYO! } - Yeah! Yeah!

[Tony Yayo:]
I'm on the flyin' spur shit, chinchilla that fur shit
.40-Cal' watch me murc shit (I AIN'T LYIN'!) [gunshot] {Whoooooo! }
Niggas out in the hood so I'm out in Cancun
Labels eatin' off some garbage (hahaha!) like some damn raccoons
Clap all ya goons! [shot] (BLAAT!) - Knock a barrell in the sky,
Sun hit the watch and the bezel hurt ya eyes. (BLING!)
G-Unit is the team {GOD! } we the hottest group out (YOU KNOW THAT!)
Got me in a Phantom - the hottest Coupe out!
Some live {50CENT! } to the fullest, sum never gettin' head
OG's doin life. Young boys in the Feds love times don't last.
Tough people do! (WHAT?)
Crack and rap money that's my revenue!
And you wanna stick who? {Whooooo! } - What the fuck's you thinkin'? (THINKIN'?)
$100 from my ATM will have you stickin! My chain blingin'! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
VVS stones it's all good {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
SouthSide, Bedstide, catch me in the hood!

[Outro: Tony Yayo]
YEAH! [echoes]
"Rotten Apple" nigga! [echoes] {DAMN! }
Comin' this Summer! [echoes]
I don't give a fuck who you are! [echoes]
What label you on! [echoes]
When Bank$ drop... [echoes] Blue Heffner! GanGreen! [echoes] {HAHA! }
You better push back nigga! [echoes]
Ya heard? ! [echoes]
You can be on Interscope! [echoes]
You can be on Def Jam nigga! [echoes]
And if I get off parole... [echoes] I'm OFF PAROLE! [echoes]
If I get off this probation... [echoes] y'all niggas is in trouble man! [echoes] {Whoooooo! }
For real! [echoes]
Lloyd Bank$! [echoes]
Blue Heffner! [echoes]
"Rotten Apple" nigga! [echoes]
The hottest shit out! [echoes]
Mothafucka! [echoes]
Mixtape is better than ya muthafuckin' album! [echoes] {HAHA! }
Time is motherfuckin' niggas, man! [echoes]
Yo Bank$ man! [echoes]
Fuckin' run New York nigga, you know what time it is! [echoes] [police sirens]
50 whattup? [echoes] [police sirens] [beat fades out]
Buck whattup? [echoes] [police sirens]

 

[fox69]

"King / Do My Thing"

"King / Do My Thing"


[Intro:]
Yeah
We bakk
Southside on top
2 gz up
Green gang ugh
This where my peddle drop
Everything stops
Pretty gud ring or watch
U see me doin my thing pops
Hah ain't my value like 100 mill
Keep it trill all day
Clear the way
Cause I come to kill

[Chorus:]
Queens
The next thing out in queens
Nuthin u have ever seen
I'll give a boy a bullet
Take a bullet for my team
If I ain't gon do nuthin baby
I'm a be a king
Go how far I wanna go
I'm a do my thing
Yeah I'm a do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
They know I'm worth them m's
Still I be with my bling
Dirty than a muthafuka
Wildin with my thing
Cause dats wat drama bring
Ugh

[Verse 1:]
Gloomy evening
Movie screenings
Wen I pass the blokk
R.I.p's n my skin
Regular at the tattoo spot
U playin hard rokk
Bet a mill a n a half
You'll drop
U still shitin
The dealership is my bathroom spot
This ain't ya average gwap
Big dropper bag u pop
Cause niggas don't congratulate
They rather hate
N mad u hott
Jus be mad u not
Got fat stabbed or shot
Rainbow dagger mago glokk
Lambo swagga fashion watch
Ammo stakka platinum pot
Gaurd it like a leprechaun
Louie v letters
On sweaters
Gettn my chekkers on
The streets crowned me
I smoke all day
Sleep downy
Eat around
On my tone
The thought of defeat
Hounds me

[Chorus:]
Queens
The next thing out in queens
Nuthin u have ever seen
I'll give a boy a bullet
Take a bullet for my team
If I ain't gon do nuthin baby
I'm a be a king
Go how far I wanna go
I'm a do my thing
Yeah I'm a do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
They know I'm worth them m's
Still I be with my bling
Dirty than a muthafuka
Wildin with my thing
Cause dats wat drama bring
Ugh

[Verse 2:]
Look at me now
Look at me smile
No u rather
Look at me down
Well look at me ball
Bet these girls
Ain't lookin ya'll
Luk at my braud
Look at my car
Look at my crib
Now look at my yard
Now look at my ring
But watch ya eyes l
Ook at my chain
U lookin for god
Fuk these groupies
I work to hard
Bustin my ass
To say she-pard
Give up my ras
To feed the fans
N keepin these bastards
On they job
My brothers keeper
My passion for the dough
Is deeper
Kilo yeah
Kill em 4th quarter
With my buzzer beater
This wat my pen draws
Bitch with the wrist
I'm chris paul
Millions by the fore
Piss poor
I'm on my 6th tour
Money n marijuana
Equals little shop of horrors
Catch me on the blokk tomorro
Cop a car
Then pop my collar

[Chorus:]
Queens
The next thing out in queens
Nuthin u have ever seen
I'll give a boy a bullet
Take a bullet for my team
If I ain't gon do nuthin baby
I'm a be a king
Go how far I wanna go
I'm a do my thing
Yeah I'm a do my thing
Baby watch me do my thing
They know I'm worth them m's
Still I be with my bling
Dirty than a muthafuka
Wildin with my thing
Cause dats wat drama bring
Ugh

 

[fox69]

"Kwelib"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck & DJ Whoo Kid)

"Kwelib"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck & DJ Whoo Kid)



[ovation]
[coin drops]

[Intro:]
[Whoo Kid:] DAMN!
[Buck:] They still with us! [gun cocks]
[50 Cent:] Call me! Oh! Oh!
[Buck:] How you gonna do this? Bring it down!

[50 Cent (G-Unit) {Bank$} <Buck> <<DJ Whoo Kid>>:]
Look! I need no introduction everybody. (EVERYBODY!)
Heard of 50Cent, (YEAH!)
And heard of G-Unit, (YEAH!)
I'm not high-tech and I'm not - Kwadi! {KWADI! }
You see me in the club, (Buck: Cluuuuuuub!)
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special, I'm somebody. (SOMEBODY!)
Cause I get on that Jet, (JET! JET!)
In 5 minutes flat (FLAT! FLAT!)
Niggas'll come back, shoot up your party. (PARTYYYY!)
If I don't have fun, <FUN! >
Nobody havin' none <NONE! >
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here - SHOORTY!
Shout out to my nigga {Juvie! }
{Whack goes here} Buck!
My niggas from New Orleans, wodie. <WODIE>
If we on the same stage, {STAGE! } <YEAH! >
When you see me on page {PAGE! } <YEAH! >
You gonna throw your hands up, and you gonna applaud me. <<NONE STOP! >>
You know how I get,
I'm still on that bullshit. Bitch shoot-out! <<COME ON! >>

[Lloyd Bank$ (G-Unit) {50 Cent} <Buck> <<DJ Whoo Kid>>:]
You ain't got to like me, (WHAT?) that's cool!
[50 Cent + G-Unit:] (I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!) Clowny time ain't gonna (PUT ME IN A BIGGER TRUCK!)
Fuck kids! It <FUCK! > ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worse nightmare's a paternity test. <<Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! >>
I'm too young to be faithful <YEAH! >
If money, means love, I hate you!
I only trick on the first of {APRIL! }
Holla at me, if you thugged out shorty ready to fight you {YEAH! }
Dice, roll a blunt, and pull the Snub out for me.
And if your not don't even [50 Cent + G-Unit:] (Call meeee). [car crash] [beat stops]

[50 Cent:]
Yeah!
Aight y'all! [ovation]
[gun cocks]

 

[fox69]

"Lamborghini Lloyd"

"Lamborghini Lloyd"


[sirens]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Blue Heffner! {Whoooooo! }
The Boywonder! {MO MONEY... }
Nobod' got alota name... {PART 4! }
And now... [car tires squeal] {GOD-... ! }

[Verse 1:]
You can call me {DAMN! } Big Truck Bank$ - or Lamborghini Lloyd!
Ferrari F-50 made me one rich boy! (uh!) ("AOUH! ")
Niggaz ain't sayin' nothin' just alotta slick noise, (yeah!)
I got silencers [car tires squeal] for that (uh!) - them rubber grip toys. [shot] {Whoooo! }
Over 20 hoes that do what I say so, (yeah!)
Fight ova me like them bitches on the Flava Flav Show. ("AOUH! ")
I don't smoke 'em up, this is major grade dro, (uh!)
The flows tight like Bathing Ape clothes. (whoooo!) {JANET JACK'! }
I'm in and out the I city got state to state shows, (uh-huh!)
Just in case you wonderin' if I'm a make the states know.
They tryin' to lock a niggas so the kid stay low,
Indictments is the only thing the pigs pray fo'. {Whooooo! }
I pop up in the Vanguish the two doos yeah.
Nigga! - It's green white like a blue nose pit.
The shoes don't fit! (uh!) - I got a few more hits,
That mean brand new houses and U-Haul trips. {LET'S GO! }
And my mama's so proud she could do 4 flips,
If you jeopardize that - you can Rest In Peace.
When H died, I felt it in my chest for weeks,
All I got is my word, my crew my Vest and heats. [gunshot] {Whooooo! }
So whatchu wanna do? (whatchu wanna do?) - I'm right in fronna you. (fronna you...)
I'll make the ambulance pick up every onna you! {GOD-... }
Then I'll be back {DAMN! } next week yeah I'm comin' through,
Makin' my way to the dance floor to do my 1 and 2. [car tires squeal] [shot] {LET'S GO! }
("AOUH! ") What it do? - You know me just chillin'.
Thinkin' 'bout what I'm a do after I sell 5 million. ("AOUH! ")
The elevator stops at a very high buildin'. (yeah!)
Let's just say I'm smart! (smart!) at this playa art. (art!) {Whoooooooooooooooo}
I heard all the talk but refused to play a part, (nah!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
In beefin' with' a nigga that was on "Change Of Heart". [shot]
I spun the wheel of fortune got the Vanna White Challenger. {HAHA! }
Still on the stage with the hammer like Gallager. [gunshot] {Whoooo! }
I'm a hood nigga! Got a hundred goons wild at ya, (uh!)
That'll take ya head off - smooth as excalaber. [gunshot]
Nigga, I ain't ya ordinary I'm betta, {GET BACK! }
Kevlar sweater'll keep a nigga togetha. ("AOUH! ")
It's still {COME ON! } mandatory that we see the chedda, (uh-huh!)
I'm grimey! I'm greasey a GT or betta... ("AOUH! ")
Whateva! - You could put the house on Cris', (uh-huh!)
That's why ya bitch wanna put her mouth on this. (uh!) {Whooooooo! }

[Outro:]
New year! [echoes]
I'm here! [echoes] ("AOUH! ") {BIG YS! }
New money... [echoes]
Dummy! [echoes] {PRETTY SHA! } [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Large On The Streets"

"Large On The Streets"



Literally drops and blood shed
Sour dough, nuff bread
In position of power them chumps dead
Backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds
And violent when unfed, PO's get a challengers bum head
Medic, didn't mean it, shouldn't have said it
Insults are remembered, we all working to said it
Dont play with me, you'll regret it
Cause I target the man before the edit
Leave you like hard tops beheaded
I keep cream, the pistols my street team
Triples on my sweet beam
Crystals in my lap, I'm a beach dream
The skyscrapers to South Jamaica to foreign paper
I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres
I knock 7 bitches down in Vegas
Knock 7 pictures down, I'm famous
I gotta work
Congratulate me with a lot of purp
I'm straight as a college shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt
Million dollar condo windows, my view spotless
Cant see over my shoe boxes
I hold a big grudge, can't maintain my cool conscience
Smooth offence, high middle the news conference
New sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em
Ten orgasm's more they gon powder six ones
She ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system
On cloud nine I smoke like a politician
Southside yelling at every rhyme I'm spitting
Popeyes and long sides from rides driven
Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now
Product of the same neighborhood, hope that don't let him down
Dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loko
Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow
Gardener with the Rose Gold
Him with the platinum crush ice
If your nose colds, train em with the raps
Dirty boxer with the low blows
Famous with the tatts,
Keep straps for you and so so
Flat line, I put a MC to rest
Chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F
They gave me something to smile and feel like I need to rest
Middle of summers my shine and bricks and weed for stress
I got em hopping out of chracter my gun caliber, babbler
Lift bars as hard as Africa
Karma's a trafficker, challengers a root statistic
Pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it
My ups and downs got me looking at these bitches different
Staring at my dad in these pictures twisted
I aint ya normal, I'm on my shit terrific
I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket
Big baller call you
I hope it's on you Lord knows a nigga push me
I set 'em on wheels, all you get is midget pussy
Cookies with you pop snatched I pop back
Radio hijack get it all before I die rap
My contacts help driving you soundtrack
Order built for combat 2010 and beyond that

 

[fox69]

"Life"
(feat. Spider Loc, Marsha Ambrosius)

"Life"
(feat. Spider Loc, Marsha Ambrosius)



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way
We came up where the shit goes down
Its like we're under a black cloud every day
I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes
Slip up and get your shit scraped

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't here to play around with ya, i'm all grown nigga
On a quest to get the cash and the stones bigger
I roll in pull the truck up at the store
And i'm Ben Franklin-ed up I could pick a couple more
Knowin' shit would've been worse if I didn't score
Like that old ass hooptee with the different color door
If your girls a groupie I done ripped her on the tour
She gave me all the coochie then I dished her off to boy
I hit the mall for Gucci
Ya'll don't want it with me I'm about as raw as sushi
And ya small as Snoopy
I whip the GT the Azzure is doofie
You niggas can't even afford to shoot me
When you think of me think of a G, not a pot of gold
I'll set the flame to ya, you'll stop, drop and roll
The bigger the chief the bigger the spare
It ain't lonely at the top all my niggas is here

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way
We came up where the shit goes down
Its like we're under a black cloud every day
I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes
Slip up and get your shit scraped

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm ready for whatever
Skettys in the leather
The games crowded, if you was dead it would be better
I'm America's Nightmare, Freddy for the cheddar
Let you BM suck me like spaggetti at a dinner
Now I ain't got the gators or the curlers but i'm pimpin'
when i'm limpin'
When i'm rollin'
Ridin' slow through the block
Now everybodys a rat so lay low from the cops
If 5-0 get the drop
Everybody gettin' locked
Watch your back for the tinted V on the creep
And stay cool, there ain't no sympathy on the street
Niggas 'll smile up in your face put three in your jeep
And if it goes down you won't see him for weeks
I still slide through the Collessium for freaks
With all the windows down cause the BM is sweet
And I sound like the MVP on the beat
Nigga do the right thing and you'll be six feet deep

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way
We came up where the shit goes down
Its like we're under a black cloud every day
I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes
Slip up and get your shit scraped

[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
I know better than to kill for two letters but I still get the most for the E and the C
Seein' me is equivalent to seein' a G
If it ain't the four or the deuce that he in the three
And thanks to Fif
And what ya'll call gangsta shit
On his b-day I done bought Lloyd Banks a gift
My hood ties strong I done banged that long
King Kong in the hood who I'm a blame that on?
Nobody cause I done did what it did
I did bid after bid ya'll ain't with what i'm with
Had me lookin' at twelve so they look like me
And the judge just like them so I took my plea
I'm no fool fucked up no explanation
No insurance, license, or registration
Can't dance to the beat if it ain't my music
No chance in these streets if you ain't my Unit
GGGGG G Unit

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I ain't got nobody else to blame for livin' this way
We came up where the shit goes down
Its like we're under a black cloud every day
I realize life is full of the possibilities, heart breaks, mistakes
Slip up and get your shit scraped

 

[fox69]

"Light Up Freestyle"

"Light Up Freestyle"



Tough looks get you socked eyes
Beats, words, melody, better be in your top five
I'm on a roll tonight got top 5 five times
Ran threw these yellow lights, ran threw the stop signs
I'm on a one way, no parking lot time
Monday threw sunday, they on a drop dime
I got that gucci louie fendi swagger dope rhyme
Competition on they back from my clothes line
Them boys listen reminisceing the old times
Hate records stop the dissin' now your hoes mine
How did you manage them, make them look like a amateur
Then damage ya, when you get to the bread hoes sandwich ya
Bottles by the forklift an chronic by the cases
Cause I light up like the faces that jackpot in vegas
Nip the bubbly match box the races
Slapbox faces snap shot cases
Lookin' in you probably think we had it hard before
That's until I lost my marbles on the marble floor
Bats of steel, fear the dollar bill, the art of war
Cats get peeled like oj for something small
Lifestyle like wilt cham I fucking ball
And ball the fuck out and ball and chain it all
You haters gonna keep acting like I can't make it happen
Til it happen, rolls right under your nose caught you slackin'
Be minumum wise, superfly, ultra macking
Rapping like I'm going platnium, money flashing top fashion
Legal or eagle anything to get the cash
Hungry like I never signed, lable his can kiss my ass
Catch a tan from my future, you should open up my past
Southside arrari rider smokin, chokin off the grass
Hit the gas with a laugh, I ain't gotta lift a calf
Lift a heel, lift a toe, or even give my self a bath
Like a prince, oil tint, platnium made my penis royal
Give your girl a semen stash, female slaves keep me spoiled
Plaques I deserve a few, snap back with a word or two
Nap sack with the burner, new black on black convertible
Hatch black with purple too, crack rap that I'm serving you
Back track and you recollect, mic check and I'm surgical
Horizontal or vertical rhymes get on the nerve of crews
Move crowds for certain the very second that curtains moves
Champagne and ice chains keep the circle cool
Square Bitches and LED pictures, open pool
Blu