Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Make Money"

"Make Money"


You need it, go get it
Seven days committed
You need it, go get it
Seven days committed, nigga
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they goin' take it from me
Super swag, bet I get ya naked, honey
You know my stump ground, South Jamaica, dummy
Ain't no comp round, six or seven acres counting
They mad I got in, never shoot or let me do
Body full of diamonds, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe
Crime high, I'm climbin', the other pockets empty crew
Niggas thought I died then, call me "Makaveli Blue"
Red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
Screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a fuck about a bitch, you a "Care Bear"
Heart pumpin', anti-freeze as I stand here
Punch a cotto, nightclubs, bunch of photos
Run up on me like a dolo when I'm thumping dolo
Here's a no-no, bigger dollar signs than low-low
Twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

[Chorus:]
Make money, although it don't make me
It takes me somewhere you goin' need an AC
They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
You can't see, baby, I'm in money waist deep
You should fuck with me, I'mma be that nigga
How ya goin' start acting funny when I get bigger?
Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a Coupe
No thing needed, do it all for the loot
We here to make money
Make money, make money
Take money, take money, take money
Great money, in and out of state money
Weight money, Benjamin's straight money

Flat party, I'm steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
White Ferrari, player pressed for pussy, hardly
Ain't no probably, she leave I'mma get a doggy
Bank's AKA ya got nothing for me
Show me thirty, forty more emcees later they will bore me
Delivery semi auti, styles I'll never story
About a thousand they will call me I'mma different category
You playing big, riding round in your family crib
Look at your rib, rock boys understand the kid
We handle shit, play with me, get your candles lit, smoked
Ashes out the window of a brand new six
Don't look behind me, move me, you and what army
Armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
You owe me sorry's, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me fucking Barbies, cousins and aunts

[Chorus:]
Make money, although it don't make me
It takes me somewhere you goin' need an AC
They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
You can't see, baby I'm in money waist deep
You should fuck with me, I'mma be that nigga?
How ya goin' start acting funny when I get bigger
Fuck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe
No thing needed, do it all for the loot
We here to make money
Take money, make money
Take money, take money, take money
Great money, in and out of state money
Weight money, Benjamin's straight money

You need it, go get it
Seven days committed
You need it, go get it
Seven days committed, nigga
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Yeah! If you ain't making no money, move on, nigga!
You taking up space!
Nigga! Two g's up! Southside on top!
Doe Pesci on the beat! Yeah!
You need it, go get it
Seven days committed
You need it, go get it
Seven days committed
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money
You know!

 

[fox69]

"Mary Jane"

"Mary Jane"


[Intro]
'Eaah!
'Eah, mothafucka!
Shout-out to all the real niggas, man!
You know hold a nigga, down!
City to city... Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
I see ya nigga!
'Eah!
This is only for the real, man.
The fake man close your fuckin' ears man!
Turn the station or something. [gunshot]

[1st Verse]
Yeah! - Me and Mary been real close, I think I like her (uh!)
She's always round to quiet me down when I'm hyper. (yeah!)
Me, her and my lighter make a beautiful combo
She chew all my time though. - My crew and a console.
My trunk like Congo. - And not like a dope head (uh!)
I smoke 'bout a fifty! - That's why my eyes so red!
Get down or go ahead! - Focus on your bread. (bread!)
An arguement will leave ya body on the floor dead. [gunshot]
I take the coat cold mix it wit' the dro, so
I can feel supafly. - Go ahead stupid try! (try!)
Fall off the stool and die. (die!) the same time
That I'm crusin' by (by!) - fitted down no suit no tie. (tie!)
Now follow me 'round so you can see the love (haha!)
I ain't never feared but one man and hes above. (yeah!)
Ya walkin' real close to the edge, need a shove! (shove!)
He won't act up he knows what the hater does. (does!)

[Outro / Voice]
DJ Whoo Kid! Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Me Against You"
(feat. Young Buck)

"Me Against You"
(feat. Young Buck)



[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]

G-Unit (we 2nd time) makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you

Toe to toe
Blow for blow
I can guarantee you gon' lose

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Watch out i got my 2 strings tied
I'm wicked inside
You should see me when i'm flyin' from the free throw line
We ain't on the playground
See there's rules to this game
Shake him with the crossover
Then i move to the lane
You lookin' at the clock
Ma i'm lookin' for the rock
Ain't no player who can stop
this killer jump shot
And i still got hops
So gon' give me props
If ya bring it in here
i bet u cant make the shot

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G-Unit ["we" 2nd time] makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you

Toe to toe
Blow for blow
I can guarantee you gon' lose

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Watch out i got my 2 strings tied
I'm wicked inside
You should see me when i'm flyin' from the free throw line
We ain't on the playground
See there's rules to this game
Shake him with the crossover
Then i move to the lane
You lookin' at the clock
Ma i'm lookin' for the rock
Ain't no player who can stop
this killer jump shot
And i still got hops
So gon' give me props
If ya bring it in here
i bet u cant make the shot

[Chorus Til' End: Lloyd Banks]

G-Unit (we 2nd time) makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me against you

Toe to toe
Blow for blow
I can guarantee you gon' lose

 

[fox69]

"Misery"

"Misery"


[Verse 1: LLoyd Banks]
Spendin' This Cake like I'm Hoopin' I'm a Basket Case
Guardin' the Bank is a Long shot with Masking Tape
This my fuckin' Year Dog New Niggas gon' have to Wait
Bad Bitches and adresses, A Bachelors Fate
My shades Seven, My Chain Dumb, My Jacket Eight
Racks on the peddle yellow Bezel cause it match the plates
Banks Stick and move Boy, you blockin like winky wright
I'll have her on the sink with a wink nigga you blink she pipe
Jewler Got my neck, Wrist, and pinky bright
Shorty you ain't thinkin' like I'm thinkin' you ain't thinkin' right
Picture Me summer time wheelin' chrome huntin' something pretty down with the killa dome
Different women every night but I'm still alone I don't need the she-say fuckin' up my chillen zone
Two doors and jewels Half a million Shown, get her in the villa and I'm feeling on her silicone
That girl ain't shit if he knew he probably split a bone
Married so she mops me off in the car when her nigga home
Wet and wild groupie lovin in the tub bent countin' so much money up I dun rubbed off a thumb print
I'm about a buck pimp soft leather tough bent I'm a trip to the movies every one in the club went
I'm cookin' up a plot to get the guap brought my enterprise in the spot then set up shop

[Hook:]
You niggas playin' I'm just sayin' you ain't gonna get no help out here you make the bed you lay in
Niggas tried to push me out I'm a make my way in sour D and Kush me out and I'm stayin'
You know there ain't nothin free if you here then you payin' you really shouldn't fuck with me
If you stare then I'm sprayin' misery loves company so we gonna put your name in
Once a snake always fake no explanin'

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Everybody's petty for the feddi you get buried
Ain't nobody worried we done been to hell and back
Boat plane helicopter let my sole propeller track
Niggas barkin' hardly flossin'just a soldier selling packs
Cult full of lyricists killin' shit I'm the mastermind
'99 prepared buzz here like I traveled back in time
Everybody rappin' like they ridin' I'm the traffic bomb
Tick tick boom on ya playa, who you passin' on?
Sure to pass 'em when I beat it I ain't greedy either
Send Mac slip the lil' homies DVD it
G's by the 40 got ya shorty actin' naughty
League full of shooters that's lookin' to score before me
Bitch you know I'm sporty jewelry gaudy when you saw me
Only swim with the cap it ain't mine take me to Maury
The goons got love for me pop the stories out ya baldy
Hope it's worth a mil' maybe more when you record me

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Money Don't Matter"

"Money Don't Matter"


[Hook]
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can't buy hers, with your money
She won't eat when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shakin all way down her knees
I get it all for free
Holla at me

[Verse 1]
Mister I ain't never gave a fuck about a girl
I'm ghetto, I'm thorough, I'm reppin my boro
I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero
Probably thinking I'm the one
Tired of ridin wit a zero
Zeroed up, I only hear chains, don't hear no slut
Red rose matching my clothes don't wear no cup
Headphones, channel my zone, she won't shut up
Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up
I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya
You mix business with pleasure, you're slidin' down a danger
Girl never mind the minor, cause I'mma do it major
They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than that laser
Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy
You gon' have to peel it off the ground
I wanna knock 'em down though I will it with my crown
It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound
It gets scary when I pound, now

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Cuffing only comes with a black lash
She got that you get money, you can clap pass
N a fat ass
I like shaking it, new bottles and black bags
Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast
You will never appreciate nothing 'til you makin' some
So keep it real with me, and keep it fake with them
Full phonebook, travel out of the state wit none
She looking for a trick, and you a major one
Told her she's running out of time, she bought me a watch
She know I beat her ass up, she calls me the box
A bad bitch is like the norm, they normally hot
I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props
My jewelry extra, light up the mall with these rocks
Glock bodyguard, you niggas tour with the cops
You spending here, never see you at all when I shop
Keep your convo, fast forward tha guap, I'm hot

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Money Is Power Skit"

"Money Is Power Skit"


[Movie Bites from "The Black Godfather (1974)", Rod Perry as J.J. speaks:]
Look, how am I gon' justify corruption to you!
It's always been here and it will always be!
Well, I'm rapping to you about is power, baby!
I know what I am!
And right or wrong...
People look up to me because they think I am a success, I'VE GOT WHAT THEY ALWAYS WANTED, MONEY!
Without it YOU'RE NOTHING!
Money buys dignity... poverty is a crime.
Nobody asks you: "Where you got your dollar? "; they ask you: "Do you have it? "

 

[fox69]

"Money Moves The World"

"Money Moves The World"


[Verse 1:]
I ain't throwin' my pay away - the fuck wrong with you bitch, (bitch!)
Nigga money don't grow on trees - I work hard for this shit.
You'll get lined up no day - use my head more then my dick!
Keep my bank roll on my mind, love my click, more then my chick! (whoo!)
Haters all over my shit! - Then I slide more then I slip!
Slip - IN and out then I dip (ugh!) - all I been about was my grip
Treat my dinner like it's my last - hoping the car don't crash! (why?)
Cause I'm high and drunk! - The wine and skunk - gots me off my a-ass. [rewind]

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

[kids ovation]

[Verse 1:]
I ain't throwin' my pay away - the fuck wrong with you bitch, (bitch!)
Nigga money don't grow on trees - I work hard for this shit.
You'll get lined up no day - use my head more then my dick!
Keep my bank roll on my mind, love my click, more then my chick! (whoo!)
Haters all over my shit! - Then I slide more then I slip!
Slip - IN and out then I dip (ugh!) - all I been about was my grip
Treat my dinner like it's my last - hoping the car don't crash! (why?)
Cause I'm high and drunk! - The wine and skunk - gots me off my a-ass.
Ask any motherfuckas you want! (want!) - They know I'm hot, I control the block.
And I hold the Glock! - Know just which words to use to get the hole pop. (OH!)
Lil' niggas want doe or not? (NOT!) - They think I think I'm I'll (I'll!)
I think they think the same. - Fake niggas can't keep it real. (reeal!)
Soft niggas ganna wait their turn - a real G gonna skip the line.
Push you in the back. - And don't really care how you react cause he grip the .9!
Nigga I'm living fine! - My car and my crib is mine!
Why should she have her piece? - I'm not the marriage kind! (naaah!)

[Chorus:]
Money nah, moves the world now!
Money moves the world! (NEW YEAR!)
Money moves the... same ol' nigga! [classic evil laughter]
Money moves the world!
Money moves the world! (Mind on bank roll, nigga!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the... (You could sting the whole nation!) [Tarzan shouts]
Money moves the world!
Money moves the... (It don't make anything come!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the... (Hoes make money anything goes!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the world! (2008 flow!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the... [kids ovation]
Money moves the world! (YEAH!)

[Verse 2:]
Pussy comes with paper - cause paper moves the world
One look at a good bank account hell make you lose your girl. (come here!)
She looks good, with no doe! - I trick off on no hoe. (uh!)
My game tight, you so so. - Nigga what do you work for?
You know me!? - Purple tree (uh-huh!) - break a bitch a bitch won't break me. (yeah!)
That's not my rep-u-tation. - Shorty I fuck for free!
Take you from bad to good. (good!) - Teach you from right from wrong. (wrong!)
Show you the finer things! (things!) - Beat you from night to morn'. (morn'!)
Shout out to all my ex's. (yeah!) - They help me write this poem. (poem!)
From Atlanta to Texas - the shit they like to show 'em. (yeah!)
My hairs blowing. - My windows all the way down. (down!)
You love him more then they love you - and shes no where to be found. - Cause...

[Chorus:]
Money moves the world! (uh!)
Money moves the world! (uh!)
Money moves the...
Money moves the world! (YEEEEAH!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the world! (You know!)
Money moves the...
Money moves the world! (I was go!)
Money moves the...
Money moves the world! (Still M.O.B doe!)
Money moves the...
Money moves the world! (hahaha!)
Money moves the world!
Money moves the world!
Money moves the...
Money moves the world! [gunshot] [rewind]

 

[fox69]

"Money Rules The World"

"Money Rules The World"



Be cool baby okay., eh bitch come here, you out cha motherfucking mind come here I ain't throwin my pay away the fuck wrong with you bitch. nigga money don't grow on trees I work hard for this shit
You'll get lined up no day, use my head more then my dick keep my bank roll on my mind love my click more then my chick haters all over my shit then I slide more then I slip in and out then I dip all I been about was my grip
Treat my dinner like it's my last hoping the car don't crash cause I'm high and drunk the wine and skunk gots me off my ass.ask any motherfuckas you want they know I'm hot I control the block and I hold the glock know just which words to use to get the hole pop
Lil niggas want doe or not they think I think I'm I'll I think they think the same fake niggas can't keep it real. soft niggas ganna wait their turn a real G ganna skip the line push you in the back and don't really care how you react cause he grip the 9.
Nigga I'm living fine, my car my crib is mine why should she have her piece I'm not the marriage kind.
(Nah)
Money rules the world, money rules the world (new year), money rules the world (same ol niggas, mind ona bank roll nigga), money rules the world (you could sting the whole nation) money rules the world (it don't make anything cum hoes make money anything goes), money rules the world (2000 and 8 flow)

Pussy comes with paper cause paper rules the world one look at a good bank account hell make you lose your girl (come here). she looks good with no doe, I trick off on no hoe, my game tight you so so nigga what do you work for, you know me purple tree break a bitch a bitch won't break me
That's not my reputation shorty I fuck for free. take you from bad to good, teach you from right from wrong, show you the finer things, beat you from night to morn. shout out to all my ex's they help me write this poem, from atlanta to texas the shit they like to show em. my hairs blowing my windows all the way down you love him more then they love you and shes no where to be found
Cause...

Money rules the world (uh), money rules the world (uh)

 

[fox69]

"Motherfuckin' Star"
(feat. 50 Cent, DJ Whoo Kid)

"Motherfuckin' Star"
(feat. 50 Cent, DJ Whoo Kid)



[Starts off with the beat of 2Pac & The Notorious B.I.G.'s: "Runnin' (Dying To Live)".]

[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Broke ass mothafucka...
Hehehehahahahahaha! {Whooooo!}

[Verse:]
Now mutherfucker I take a look at the kid,
Now take a look at the crib.
No! - Take a look at the car,
I'm a motherfuckin' star!
It's kinda home for me to practice, cause niggas ain't up to par!
And my paper stretch longer {GOD-... } than Abdul Jabar. {DAMN!}
Get hit with a leaner - and the grib of a lobster
With a pooched screen I gun a man with a chopper.
You played me you musta had a frying pan full of vodka
I rode a bike now I LAND IN A CHOPPER! [shot] {LLOYD BANK$!}
You should keep your head down if you got love for him,
Before you see his ass flying off the roof like Nutso in above the rim! [explode] {Whoooo!}
(50: "AUH!") The kid is out for the gusto and I love to win (uh-huh!) (GGG!)
Driving the industry nutso I'm a rub it in. (uh-huh!)
You page me a trial every kid is spoiled. (Sniifff!)
Smell that nigga? - I just shit it on you! {DAMN! }
I pass bullets so the gun goes with me
And the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky; (uh-huh!) {Whoooo!}
And they automatic which means they unload quickly
I hit these niggas with a Drum-role; 50 they make another song! (go ahead!)
Get a bitch pregnant, wrong! [shot]
I don't even trust myself! (uh-uh!) I walked into the hotel with the rubber on. (Bank$!) (50: Haha!)
Then I'm gone...
I ain't playing funny style, cause I ain't selling nobody; yo' shit - I wear my own! [explode]
{Whooooo! } The industry for me, some mutherfucking rap homie
Gimme a cheque of a couple mil' and Jet! {NON STOP! } (yeah!)
See heavy smoking is a thing I do (uh-huh!)
That's why my Weed supply could fill up the pouch on a kangaroo. {Whoooooo!}
We in the club with the daggers and razors too
I'm cool as ice water, my earrings are laser blue. (bling!)
You should cop a new Vest
Cause if I got a tatoo for every nigga that past there wouldn't be room left. (damn!) {Whoohooo!}
And I'll be damned, if I [shot] spend my afternoon stressed,
When my sex partner is 5'9'' with baloon breasts. (go!) {SHADYVILLE!}
Ghostwriting is a hobby kid, (uh-huh!)
So if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it I prob'ly did. [explode] (you know who you are!)
And you can tell you flopped on your last tour
Cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom! (haha!)
If I'm at the dealer I ain't browsing I'm buying (uh-huh!)
These rappers can't spend a 100, 000 THEY LYING! (NO!) (damn!) {Whoooooo!}
Damn; near sold 100, 000, you crying! (NO!) - Tell you what!
Here's a Tec, shoot yo'self in the neck! - POW!

[Outro:]
YEAH!
It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
G-UNIT! [shot]
Yaaaayo!
Come on nigga... {G-UNIT ALBUM... OUT NOW!}

[Interlude:]
[Ja Fool:] This is crazy!
[Louis Farrakhan:] At some point... I heard that... Someone... robbed you... of some of your jewelry!
[Ja Fool:] That's a fal' story! That's a... that's a story he made up!
[50 Cent:] Hehehehahahahahaha! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Mr. Me Too Freestyle"

"Mr. Me Too Freestyle"



Uh, I Had It Up To Hear For The Year
You Fucked Up Now, Shit'll Tear For Ya Pair
I Pull A Truck Up Round And Tear Up The Square
Nigga Wassup Now, I'm Here And You Scared, All You Niggas Weird
Now How Many Brought My Cd Kill
I'm Ghetto, I'm Trill, 'm A Easy Mill
Years Passed, Niggas Tryna Be Me Still
Went From Watchin Tv To A Tv Deal
See Me Peel, Tye Smoke In Yo Grill, Chill
Rocks Raised In A 3d Field, Ill
Now I Play Behind The Gt Wheel, Skill
I Grind Like I'm Runnin Out Of Time
Now They On Me And Come Up By The Dime
Slim, Thick, Fine, Gabbana Design
Gettin My Whip Washed While I'm On The Recline
A Quarter To Walk In, Another Quarter To Rhyme
Your Time Is So Shorter Than Mine
'cause I Get Mine Whenever Its Bread Time
Hes A Perpetrator, I Hurt The Hater
Do Something Real Dumb Now Or Hope Its Worth It Later
This Ain't My Worst Behavior
This Is Free And Every Verse Is Paper
I Guarantee Money Knot
This Nigga Got A Real Watch Full Of Dummy Rocks
Anybody That Rock Those Is A Dummy
And I'm In A Drop Rose And Its Sunny
Rims Is Deep As The Pot Hole In The Roll
Arrogant Since Snot Nose And It Shows
I Ain't Havin It, I'll Getcha Holes In Ya Clothes
The Reign Ain't Over I Got Fours To Expose
My Closet Is The Mall, Thats Why I'm Fuckin Ya Hoes
.357 With The Pinocchio Nose
Only As I Hop Out The Rose...