Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Live It Up"

"Live It Up"


[Verse 1:]
I'm ballin like I used to
Got your common boohoo
And my diamons coloured new blue
Got these bitches going cookoo
Bag 'em up, when they tease you
And track on these hoes
Chasin like the Packers
'Cause I'm packing up these shows
How the fuck am I supposed to remember who I bump,
Probably won't
When you broke, bitches tell you eat they smoke
Now they don't, now they kneel
Kiss my feet or hit the street, how it feel
I'm a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill
Drunk as fuck and I'm smoking
Trunk her up and I'm hoping
I can get her back to my room
With this video girl I'm poking shit
I'm getting head right now
This supposed to be work
I'm laughing hard at these chicks
That think they getting close to me, nope
They said I ain't fucking with who? That's supposed to be jokes
Still be three weeks, and three tweets
They get a whole of these quotes
Don't know how the hell we floating
All I hold are these boats
Stocking into my Chevy, ride around with these spokes

[Hook:]
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'm a get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I'm a get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up

[Verse 2:]
I'm stacking up these chips
Producing on how I switch the kicks
I flip it the whip, I'm sicker then sick
I think somebody slipped me of me
Mary come dance with me
You're like my fantasy
I got all these questions girl
And you got the answer sheet
You know what the dude will teach
'Cause they don't wanna mean to me
The couple out the east
We got the chance to be
I'm out here hitting switches
Front street on the slum
I got a thousand bitches
But you can be the one
I'm put a whoopin on you beat that pussy like a drum
'Til you come, 'til you done
Where you from, where you going
Let me hit it from the back
Smack it 'til it's red
Everyday I'm playing out with platinum a little bit
Bombay on my course, five k on my coat
Five days in my city, that's five days on the throat
Niggas know what happen just for talking sideways and they won't
You better off you don't, take a hit of this dope

[Hook:]
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'm a get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I'm a get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up

 

[fox69]

"Look Ma"

"Look Ma"


[Intro:]
Fuck with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
RIP's, RSVP's, mansions, off CD's
GT's, TV's, surrounded by three P's
Paper, power, pussy, cause we fall off the map
But I wan' go back to what they rather be, be casualty caught in the trap
I can't do that, I gotta be with it, I want it, see it, go out and get it
Huffin' and puffin' brings nothin' fuck 'um they done made my heart a blizzard
Money sent when I walk in, and my bitch just got the torch in
Better pop your hatin', no talkin, it's stalkin, to his muhfuckin' coffin'
That boy there awesome, he be flossin', bags 'um and toss' 'um
My wheels a fortune, on that portion, that they don't come cross 'um
I horse 'um, I'm ballin', nigga my skin made of Spalding
You spoil 'um, how boring, I bust they ass till morning'...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Verse 2:]
Uh...
My car go, but I rather let them haters see me slow
Blue, "what up", not a thing, chasin' dough I got to go
We both know, you don't really like me so, you ain't gotta front no mo'
Nigga I'm so cold, you can go, die, won't nobody miss you so
Everybody knows you be hatin', but I'm cakin', no conversation
Better get up and get you some, kinda clique you from, your far too patient
Nah ma no time for wastin', that'd fuck up the gwop
Shit they comin' in like new dollars, don't matter you stuck up or not
Nigga I ain't throwin' my pay away, fuck wrong with you trick
Bet I get the same bitches home givin' how we go in my whip
We gon' pick some and then switch, that one, this one, then I dip
Ridin' big gun on my hip, sleep then wake up back on my shit...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Bridge:]
Fuck with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Outro:]
I made it...
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money...
New money, I'm gettin' money, money money...
Money money...
Money!

 

[fox69]

"Look So Good"
(feat. Mya)

"Look So Good"
(feat. Mya)



[Intro:]
CAN'T FORGET... MYA!
SADA POP!
Whoooooooooooo!

[Bridge: Mya {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Mmm-mmmmmm!
Mmm-mmmmmm!
Mmm-mmmmmm!
Mmm-mmmmmm! {"MONEY... IN THE BANK"! }

[Mya:]
Yesterday was not a good daaaay
I went to the Doctor - to hear the news
He had the nerve to call me crazyyyy,
Deranged! - A victim of child abuse. {GOD-... }
Said somethin' was wrong {DAMN! } with my head (with my head!)
Told me someone was messin' with my mind
Said you gotta get out - the situation girl
It's only a matter of time and I knew he was right
One day I'm gonna wake up
And find the strength to leave your ass behind.
Maybe if your people wasn't stacked or of the sex was wack
Or maybe if you was fat. {Whooooooooooooooooo} - But damn... {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

[Chorus 1: Mya]
Why you gotta look so goo-ood?
Damn you make it so hard to leeeaaave you.
Why you gotta look so good?
IIIII don't want nobody else to haaaave you
So why you gotta look so good (So good)
Cause - I know you ain't' never gon treat me riiiiiiight.
Why you gotta look so good? {OH, MAN! }
And I can't get no sleep {NON... } at night! (No, nooo!) {STOP! }

[Bridge: Mya]
Mmm-mmmmmm!
Mmm-mmmmmm! {SADA POP! }
Mmm-mmmmmm! (You look so good!)
Mmm-mmmmmm! (Why you look so good?) {WHOOOO! }

[Mya:]
The flyest thing that I ever seen (Ever seen)
Lookin' like the cover to a magazine (To a magazine)
Remember the day that I met you (That I met you)
I knew right away I had to mess witchu you. (I had to get with you!) {DAMN! }
All you do is sit and ruin your mouth (Run your mouth)
So sick and tied! - I wanna put you out
See I fuss and fight you almost everynight (Night)
I keep packing my shit, but them my ass is tight. {HERE WE GO! }
One day I'm gonna wake up (wake up!)
And find the strength to leave your ass behind.
Boy I wish you wasn't quite so big, and didn't have sexy lips
Boy you know that shoulda {LLOYD... } shiiiiiiit. {BANK$! }

[Chorus: Mya]
Why you gotta look so good? (Why you gotta look so good?)
You make it so hard to leeeaaave you!
Why you gotta look so good? (Why you gotta look so good?)
Don't want nobody else to haaaaave yooouuu. {Whoooooooo! }
So why you gotta look so good? (Why you gotta look so good?)
I know you ain't never gon treat me riiiiiiight!
Why you gotta look so good?
And I can't get no sleep at night! - No, nooooo!

[Bridge: Mya]
Why you gotta look so good?
Noooo-ooooooo! Whyyyyyyyyyyy? Why you gotta look so damn good?
Why you gotta look so good?
Oh, ya makin' me sick!
I can never say no to them lucious lips.
Why you gotta look so good?
You got a million chicks,
And I don't know why I {CAN'T FORGET... } put up with ya shit. {SHA MONEY XL! }
Why you gotta look so good? {50CENT! } - Why ya gotta look so good? {YOUNG BUCK! }
It's so hard to leave you babe! {TONY YAYO! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
We both know! - If you woulda put on some extra pounds I would left a long time ago
But ya bank account is jumpin' and ya neck got all kinda of glow. (yup!)
You know that every time you end up cryin I fold
And can't seem to make up a good enough reason to hit the road. {DAMN! }
Some reason I'm movin' backwards when I try to stamp OUT! (uh-huh!)
For every pair of pants I pack, you take a pair of pants out. (uh-huh!)
It's a shame how ya female anatomy keeps on grabbin' me
Havin' me spendin' endless, endless time with Toya and Natalie.
I admit - your body is one of the things that had to be (uh-huh!)
Havin' me fallin' victim (uh-huh!) and all of my niggaz mad at me (uh-huh!)
I was taught! - In every relationship there's a casualty (uh-huh!)
So I suggest you stop naggin' me. {Whooooooo! }
Cause I will not! - Keep sittin' back puttin' up witcha shhh!
And I will NOT! (nope!) - Go back on my word as soon as you strip.
And I will NOT! (nope!) contradict myself oh look what happened, I forgot
Make sure U come back up in {GOD-... } the same spot. - YEAH! (Mya: Just can't say goodbye!) {DAMN! }

[Hook 1: Mya]
Why you gotta look so good?
Nooooooooo! - Nooooooooo...
Why you gotta look so good? {WE AIN'T PLAYIN'! }
I had to get witchu...

[Outro:]
LLOYD BANK$...
NEXT ON LINE!
"MONEY IN THE BANK"!
IT'S NOT FAIR!
IT'S NOT FAIR!

[Hook '2']
Why you gotta look so good? {WHOO KID! }
Why you gotta look so good? {SHADYVILLE! }
Why you gotta look so good? [fades out]
Why you gotta look so good?

 

[fox69]

"Lost & Found"

"Lost & Found"


[Chorus:]
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm holdin' up the city
Rollin' up a fifty
The number one option for hos that want a willy
I ball like a boss so the soldiers want to kill me
But i'm holdin on the milly
Jacob frozen nigga silly
Wide Masarati Giovanni or Pirelli
Po 9 want to wire me but i'm Gotti on the celly
LIke Daddy with the rings Mr. T with the ropes
Carrying them things
Catch me in a coma
Before you find bitch in me you'll find a diploma
And I ain't make it far
Side tracked by the corner
I lost a couple niggas here
The hood is a sauna
Its hot niggas disappear
Keep the heat on ya
Ain't no use in being scared
We bleed the same color slip and you out of here
Keeper to my brother i'm hoppin' in and out of wear
Ain't nobody 'gon be disrespectful this year yeah

[Chorus:]
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The niggas I looked up to, look up to me now, its funny how the game changes
And rearranges
The niggas that know me know you be the strangest
Thinkin' that you won't get popped cause you famous
The hard head make us all fast
And none of them rocks you got cut like diamonds cause they all glass
Its all math
Nigga take these and add 'em
I'm pushin' a buck all the way to the bank cheese and at 'em
Moved a mill off the single
Then they round with the lingo
Bingo
There the thing go
Back away from the window
Its the B-A-N-K- S with the lines
A.K.A. Blue Hef vest with the nine
I've been hot since a juvie
I knew niggas would scoop me
Since Biggie made "Juicy"
And Chris Rock was "Pookie"
I'm in my lower twenties livin' life like a movie
In the million dollar cribs swimming pools and jacuzzis

[Chorus:]
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found


Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Death before dishonor
Marijuana
For the dead
I move like Greyhound when its time to get the bread
Its all eyes on me the L-L-O-Y-D-
Heavy metal by me
In every ghetto I be
24-7, 365 high
I'll be the first one to show you 360 fly by
All drama Desy
Bright Bentley, white Bezey
I'll turn a regular bitch into an overnight celebey
My presence is heavy
Chrome guts grey Chevy
Out in New York City where most the murders seem petty
And the same ones yellin'
Be at the murder scene tellin'
While you huffin' and puffin'
We ain't seen or heard nothin'
These niggas is bluffin' they ain't down for the scuffle
Beef is makin' you watch everybody die but you
So fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
On a side block in a town and face down

[Chorus:]
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Fuck around and get found round layed on the ground
Another body in the lost and found

 

[fox69]

"Love And Hate / Don't Matter"

"Love And Hate / Don't Matter"


[Starts off with the beat of Mobb Deep & 50Cent's: "Tight".]

[Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh! - Full speed ahead to the pounds
I daily double the dollar that's why I ain't been around. (ugh!)
Round here niggas wake up. Wake up! Cut the cake up! [police sirens]
Frontin'! - And get your face cut end tatted in permenanent make up. {LET'S GO! }
If they hit you in your "EN" tat' rather see niggas brake up ("AA-AA-AA-AA- Alchemist!")
No shotgun; I'll run over you with the same truck.
Attire marked sweater cause it's The Unit forever
The kush match the chedder; and I'm on italian leather. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Diamond and bring whoever, my moma done put together
A fucking masterpiece from back streets to foreign weather.
Athletes don't ball better - +Top 5+ I said it!
My life's the shit! - All I hear is credit or debit.
I inherit! (uh!) - The issues of the niggas I get bread with
Respect it! - Vice or versa - Not the type to be messed with.
Check it I just want the check! - Bitch I ain't tryna cuddle
With ya I just want your neck - take what you can get! (hahahaha!) (ugh!)

[Chorus:]
Love or hate, it don't matter!
Matter fact I'm bigger than that - I'm flattered!
I've had it with these niggas. Automatic to these niggas. (uh!)
Alota shit been through here - but we have to be the realest. [shot]
Niggas feel this! - Queens the home of the cop killas (Queens!)
Gorillas - with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!)
Backs back to back head crack top billas!
You niggas won't eat till we finished! (finished!) [police sirens]

[Verse 2:]
I don't ride spinners! - I pull up on steels cause confusion (hahh!)
A six will make 'em poke out they eyes - like Houston!
A far model coupen, I been everywhere that you been,
Broke everybone of Cuban that heat will make you remove 'em! (whooo!) [shot]
You snoozin'! - I stay fully dressed - steady moving!
Dutches full of Mourn in my new pelle-pelle cruisin'. (ugh!)
He can jump him on a boat down, I don't know what the hell he proven
Pro'ly a coke or dope - or both? - Hard to choose one!
The ghetto targets you young massage and get you sprung
You ain't thinking bout new kicks - you want a new gun. (new gun!)
A reputation and armor chest!
And hope the shit you did don't come back, another Karma death!
Yes! (yes!) I'm smooth enough to charm a saint
I'm what these Frauds will ain't! - Man the shit that be on they arm be fake!
Fake niggas die slow as they should go!
They hate me in the industry, but love me in the hood though! (Sooooo?)

[Chorus:]
Love or hate, it don't matter!
Matter fact I'm bigger than that - I'm flattered!
I've had it with these niggas. Automatic to these niggas. (uh!)
Alota shit been through here - but we have to be the realest. [shot]
Niggas feel this! - Queens the home of the cop killas (Queens!)
Gorillas - with hair, twin triggers and chinchillas! (uh!)
Backs back to back head crack top billas!
You niggas won't eat till we finished! (finished!)

[Outro:]
Nigga we the realest. [scratching]
I think these dumb niggas forgot! [scratching]
Time to remind em

[Verse 3:]
We on it all day now so you don't wana play clown
My goons will spin the 'K round you'll run like a greyhound. (whooo!)
This is dedicated to niggas that stay down,
In this cold world were theyll buck through a playground.
Real niggas don't stay down, they bounce up!
Smoke ah ounce up do dirt and keep their mouth shut! (Ssssshh!)
We bring the club in fuck the house up,
Somebody burnt the couch up now I'm kicking them out. FUCK! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}

 

[fox69]

"Love Me In The Hood"

"Love Me In The Hood"


It's banks nigga
South side love
They love me in the hood

[Verse 1:]
Cold since my man died, over that's a damn lie
Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide
Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship
I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch
I'm so far ahead I'm already dead
Getting at you from the future that's why I'm used to what you said
Wait until you see the new Superhead
She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head
Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy lenin, that's how I'm living
The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings
Fuck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook:]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them bitches talking about me, that's how you know I'm doing good
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes
I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you here me?
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood

[Verse 2:]
Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
Hef the don, fucking on ya sister like escaborn
Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed
Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid
Fucking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em
I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's pen
You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance
I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, I've been spending ever since
OG kush bags couldn't find a better stench
Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me
Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie
When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
Fucking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer
Humming on my trail all day I'm a clap her after china
Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
I'm honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering, I'm running through this money till the trip is done
I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Love Shots"

"Love Shots"


If you are feeling yourself, your feeling me
The feeling is strong, it’s clear to see
Ain't no feeling like on top to me and pass down
Possibly, sit down drop the v
I’m tryna drop another one, shit I gotta see
Stuntin’ til the summer come, swagger by the tree
Jugglin these questions, cause it’s puzzlin’ to me
Hey, baby got a husband and she riding round wit’ me
Fuck it, I’m just playing my part
I’m ain't tryna cuff it, you can’t trust
She ballin’ on a nigga budget, touch downs keep her there
Money the subject
And I’m on another team, gotta love it
She probably try it on me, I wanna rug it
Southside stubborn, cold hearted than public
Living without a care, don’t care how you judge it
Tired of hearing what you going through
I does it

[Hook]
Love shots
She’s firin’ the gun
Probably had a hundred niggas looking dumb
But I ain't the one
Nah I ain't like them
Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I’m done
Throwin’ G’s up, hoes down
Get paper, smoke pounds
Fuck bitches, fo’ rounds
G’s up, hoes all the way down

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Maybe I’m better off if I don’t
None of that money is yours, baby, you’re broke
And when that bump sick, your soap back on the rope?
Brand new task, cause she’s wonderful with her throat
Cash for the [?], shes coming up with the stroke
Shawty takin’ shots, I duck down and dodge
Always on the move girl, I work 5 jobs
I’m a go getter, fly nigga, flow spitta
Game owner, player and the coach
Hitter and my CD dope
[?] up to NYPD, wont probably wanna see me slip
Have a nigga baby, grimey on that greedy shit
Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit
Cold hearted, step into the freeze a bit
Hugh fuckin’ Hef’, new stress and the weed is lit

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Make A Move"

"Make A Move"


[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get shot
twenty four hours steak out on your block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Verse]
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..

[Chorus]
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss

[Outro]
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I handle my biz... kid...

 

[fox69]

"Make It Stack"

"Make It Stack"


[Verse 1]
Too much thinkin’
On top of that, I’m gettin’ high and drinkin’
I’m floatin’ on cloud 9, watchin’ these niggas sinkin’
No blinkin’, you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talkin’ my intentions, now it’s time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain’t no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I’m breathin’ heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughin while I’m ballin’
Woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’
Livin’ that life of a mac, kickin’ them hoes out off ‘em
Ask ‘em when they comin’ back, knowin’ that they done lost ‘em
Hit them bitches from the back, I ain’t want all the talkin’
Don’t be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat

[Hook]
Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

[Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so I’m cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin’ the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you don’t does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, I’m switchin’ up the mob
Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, I’m always on stage
I should take my show to broadway ‘cause that hallway like a grave
Can’t no bitch get in my mind, so I know it’s physical
I kick out the dimes, I think I’m invincible
I climbed to the top, now I’m pissin’ off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin’ money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that’s why Ima stand out
You don’t got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)

[Hook]
Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

I bomb back on them hoes [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Make It Stack (Remix)"
(feat. A$ap Rocky)

"Make It Stack (Remix)"
(feat. A$ap Rocky)



[12 seconds fades-in/instrumental]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Too much thinkin' on top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin'.
I'm floatin'! - On cloud 9 watchin' these niggas sinkin'.
No blinkin'! - You blink too much, you lose your turn.
Sleep is the cousin of death. - You might as well pick your urn!
I been talkin' my intentions, now it's time to go and do it;
Take you were I come from. - That influence on my music.
Ain't no u-turns on this path! - Think before you choose it;
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it!
I came here unexpected. (I came here unexpected!) - I'm a leave a' legend. (I'm a leave a' legend!)
Brought up in this hell. (brought up in this hell!) - How I'm breathin' heaven? (I'm breathin' heaven!)
I swear, I fear, I hear my niggas laughin' while I'm ballin';
Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin'.
Livin' that life of a Mack; (uhh!) kickin' them hoes out off 'em,
Ask 'em when they comin' back. - Knowin' that they done lost 'em!
Hit them bitches from the back. - I ain't want all the talkin',
Don't be blown at my jack. - Flatline on that cat! (flatline on that cat!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Let's get this money! (get this money!) - Then let's make it stack! (let's make it stack!)
Then let's make history, 'cause they can't take that back! (take that back!)
Back to ballin' and spendin'! (ballin' and spendin'!) - Runnin' up in these women. (in these women!)
Got a bitch out the movie; take a look how I'm livin'! (uhh!)
And do you know what it took? (what it took!) - I take you back down the road, (down the road!)
Before the riches and bitches, - and the platinum and gold. (platinum and gold!)
I got it all from the work. - No contract in my soul!
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes!

[A$AP Rocky:]
Uhh! - I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan. - I can't keep up with payments! (true!)
Strange writings on the waaall (waaall!) got me feelin' like a cavemen. (all right!)
Call that shit the "Days Inn". (uhh!) - Life is so degradin'. (uhh!)
But to my last statement, I keep praying till it's "Amen"! (uhh!)
Top is where I'm aimin'. (yeah!) - Left the way I came in;
I'm a keep on ravin' till them islands is the caymens, (uhh!)
And my bitch from Mexico. (Mexico!) - She don't know she next to go. (next to go!)
Suit yourself, then screw yourself! - Shoot yourself, plexicooo!
Bang, bang! - Thought you were a giant. (uhh!)
Couldn't hear the mornings, but I bet you hear them sirens. (uhh!)
First I close my eyelids, (yeah!) - then everything is quiet. (quiet!)
I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot. (yeah!)
I catch the first star with my fist raised, Versace shades, my french braids
Had sick chains since 6th grade - safe to say we've been slaved.
These niggas tryna shoot me! (uh-huuuh!) - These crackers tryna sue me! (yeah!)
Wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie, boy! (uhh!)

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer.
We out here, - gamblin' the Ruger money, sucker!
PYT and all we up the Cougar, I'm a crush her;
And I always been a rebel. - Never been a cuffer!
You just talk it, you don't does it;
To all those who suffer,
You so humble out in public. - Computer make you tougher!
I got Rosé by the bottle, - bitches by the Car-Load,
6 or 7 new ones. - I'm switchin' up the mob!
Bitch, I sleep in the Apollo. - I'm always on stage; (uh!)
I should take my show to broadway 'cause that hallway like a grave. (frave!)
Can't no bitch get in my miiind! (miiind!) - So I know it's physical;
I kick out the dimes. - I think I'm invincible!
I climbed to the top, - now I'm pissin' off the pinnacle;
I pray to God that I get rich. - Gettin' money spiritual!
Diamond in my physicals. - That's why I'm a stand out,
You don't got your hand in. - You just got you hand out! (you just got you hand out, son!)

[Chorus]

[Outro: Lloyd Bank$]
I bomb back on them hoes... [echoes]
I bomb back on them hoes... [echoes]
I bomb back on them hoes... [echoes]
I bomb back on them hoes... [echoes] [beat fades-out]