Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"MTV RapFix Live Acapella Freestyle"

"MTV RapFix Live Acapella Freestyle"


[Intro: Radio Presenter]
Lloyd Bank$, ladies and gentlemen.

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I turn the club to TV, come "Dancin' With The Stars"
Then I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage.
Yeah, they made it money, but never knew how it felt,
In a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts.
Dress kills, Niki helps. - Sssh, it's just for the moment.
Ballin' like a Hornet, see it? Get it, I want it!
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first.
Magician! - But I can turn them to a Holy Ghost.
You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
Tick-tock, boom! Watch 'em move, run, c'mon son!
Big talks just talk; I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park - give 'em a running start.
Go! - Cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
No! - He will strap a foreign guap collector!
You better stop all the hate! - You know my ends straight,
I clap your girl! - Make the bed break; leak the sex tape. - Gone...

[Intro: Radio Presenter (Lloyd Bank$)]
Lloyd Bank$, ladies and gentlemen!
Back to the time!
Thank you for comin' to the show, son.
Appreciate it, dog! (I like it.)
Appreciate it, ya heard?

 

[fox69]

"My Bad"

"My Bad"


[Verse:]
Uh, Most hated I don't give a fuck
They gone give me all mine back
My award, my applause
Gotta the rule world mind track
Ya'll are jus weed, I'm crack
Everything the breathe gets hi
Where my money bitch I'm back
Run up with the shit you die
Ghetto with a trip you buy
New fit, too fly
Hot day, blue sky
Lifes a bitch, do I
Pitty anyone who tries
Really only one like him
Never been the boy too dive
Never know where that hoe might been
Marijuana out my skin
White Benz, white rims
Well I go hella hard in the paint
Like Shaq, like Tim
Enemies fall, we ride
Street ties, heat nine
Ain't no time to slip, gotta stay awake
Sleep die, V5
V12 eat a nigga dust
Dust a nigga put em on a track
I go, nitro, physco, when a nigga rap
Other niggas turned they back
So they sold to rap, not me
I'm still throwin up my G-U-N-I-T
I be, where the money go
International ID
P dot L dot K AKA Ali
Gave you niggas everything I had
My style, my swag
Never meant for them to fuck it up
They did, my bad
V5!

 

[fox69]

"My Brothers Keeper"

"My Brothers Keeper"


[Intro:]
YEAH!

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! [gunshot] - How you like a nigga now?
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (yeah!)
Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou'! (thou...)

[Verse 1:]
Right back with another one; type back to my number, son
I don't trust my kinfolk; it's like that where I'm comin' from. (yeah!)
South Jamaica's number one, I'm semen and they bubble gum
Semen in ya baby mom, she has an undercover fund. (uuuh!)
Keep a pretty broad around, Magnum when it come to them
Imagine what they do to roll, grabbin' and pursue the pole.
Arrogant with too much gold (whoooo!) actually ya puma old
Show me the money dog, Cuba Gooding Jr. roll!
Movin' like a goonie so the jealousy don't move me much, (naah!)
Militant manuvering and Buddha with the windows up.
Foot on the pedal, heavy pushin' like they after me,
Coulda' been dead already. - He got another path for me!
Niggas ain't half of me, they half lame, half hoe! (hoe!)
It's big names in this rap game, they rats though!
I'm 'bout cashflow, fuckin' and recording (uh!)
And get snow fly! - That's like jumpin' over Jordan. (shit!)

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now? (huh?)
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (uh!)
Ridin' round town in a couple hundred thou'!

[Verse 2:]
See me with the money, niggas need me in a hurry
I'm as grimey as it gets. (yeah!) - And believe me they been worried.
I'm a one man army! - James Bond with' the bars!
With' collateral! - I can change cars with' the stars. (yeah!)
A phenomenon, first thing I did when I got the paper
Put my mama on - now I'm gone - on Bahama lawn! (whoo!)
I'm Montana strong, I did it, that's who
Get in my way, I'll crumble 'em word to my tattoos. (ssss!)
Fuck authority, they want a nigga life stripped
Penitentiary vice grip - and hit with the night stick.
Stuck with the ice pick, I'd rather have a nice flip
Saggin' out the white whip, Manhattan like tonight shit! (whoo!)
Braggin' rights and white chicks! - Havin' nights and flight trips,
Made a complete life switch, stumble onto the right pitch. (YEAH!)
Rounds on you! - I made the PL Crown, remain the proud owner
Ya been dead! - Sniff! - Foul odor. (uh!) {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down.
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now?
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...)
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with' runnin' wild
Ridin' 'round town in a couple hundred thou'!

[Verse 3:]
Hop out in the ghetto, fingers rocked out with the metal
With' my angel! - She spend all her time watchin' the devil. (yeah!)
I'm a rebel! - On foreign level - my flow is Jupiter
Thousands of times stupider (uh!) thousands outta the Coupe for ya. (uh!)
Yeah! - All that soft shit in the toilet soon
I don't wanna collab - FUCK ya'll on auto-tune! (yeah!)
All them niggas is fag, they swags got daughter to 'em!
Tool 'em all up! - Have the doc push a mortar thru 'em! (whooo!)
All ya days in the wind, homie we playin' to win,
Praisin' and prayin' to Him (uh!) - for the occasional sin. (uh!)
Go and lay with the Grim, real - I'm able to bend, steel
Make it able to sleep - never stray from the street.
I got a tiny sense of humor, trill all over swag (swag...)
Cabinets of cannibis; million dollar pad. (pad...)
See pressure turn kids into killers
Cause they grow up with losers - and wanna live like the winners. (winners!)

[Chorus:]
2 G's Up, hold the spot down,
Niggas turned they back on the click - we all we got now. (we all we got!)
My dedication solid as a rock now
Everybody standin' on top, gettin' knocked down. {"COLD CORNER"... }
BLAOW! - How you like a nigga now? (uh!)
Stuntin' like a muh'fucka; wipe a nigga down! (dooown...) {THE MIXTAPE!}
And ya wack style! - And I'm done with runnin' wild (yeah!)
Ridin' 'round town in a couple hundred thou'! (thou...) {C'MON!} [scratches]

 

[fox69]

"My House"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)

"My House"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)



[blast]

{DAMN! }

[Intro: Lloyd Bank$]
People! {CAN'T FORGET... }
Ya boy, Bank$ is back! {TIMBALAND! }
And this is a Timbaland track! (uh!) {THE WHOLE G-UNIT! }
Whoooooooo!

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
This is myyy house... "I'll house you! "
Bitch I run this... "Girl, I'll house you! "
This is my house... "I'll house you, you in my house now! " {DAN THE MAN! }

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent)]
This is myyyy house!
You gon' do {JEWEL UNIT! } what I tell you to do,
When you in myyyy house!
Under my roof you follow my rules. {Whoooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
This is myyyy house...
("Put ya hands up! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya hands up! ")
This is myyyy house... {CAN'T FORGET... }
("I'll house you, Girl you in my house now! ") {MTV! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! - You under my roof
So take off your coat, (yeah!) your hat and funny boots. (yeah!)
I can't tell you they names - I just know they loose, (yeah!)
Off a mixture of cranberry and the goose. (yeah!)
A lil' runnin' in that's at least a hundred proof (yeah!) {Whoooo! }
Shorty eyes wide from the Bentleys and the Coupe. (yeah!)
She can't stop starin' so she trippin' off the stool (yeah!)
And I'm a playboy, I might as well tell her the truth. (yeah!)
You tryna menage-twat or hit the booth (uh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
I got a big pool in the room with bathing suits. (uh!)
See I can go swim - though I get it in (uh!)
I'll show you how to make a million dollaz with a pen. (uh!)
I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin (uh!) {Whooooooooooooo! }
I can't complain the top models in the Benz. (uh!)
My wheels is shining - like there's diamonds in the rims, (uh!)
Just give me a day or two I'm climbin' in the friendz. (uh!) - I do what I wanna do cause...

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent)]
{SHADYVILLE! } [shot] This is myyyy house!
You gon' do what I tell you to do,
When you in myyyy house! {"ROTTEN APPLE"... }
Under my roof you follow my rules. {TONIGHT! }
This is myyyy house...
("Put ya hands up! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya hands up! ")
This is myyyy house...
("I'll house you, Girl you in my house now! ") {Whoooooo! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! - Watch how you speak (yeah!)
Cause I don't slip or sleep, I got the heat. (yeah!) {Whoooooo! }
If you get outta line, you'll be in the street, (yeah!)
Ambulance [amublance sirens] man tryna cover up the leak. (yeah!)
Nobody will care, {DAMN! } they'll forget you in a week (yeah!)
I rather go in there with a swisha with a freak. (yeah!)
And get a lapdance while I listen to the beat (yeah!)
Shes puny and petit I can lift her off her feet. (yeah!)
If she gives me the spur, {LET'S GO! } you know I'm fuckin' her! (whoooo!)
I'm iced out so she don't see nuthin' but a blur. (uh!)
Be careful where you rub don't get nuthin' on the fur. (uh!)
They know we got the things so the drama don't occur. (uh!) {HAHA! }
You front cause you drunk - yo' ass gettin' jumped (uh!)
I'm high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk. (uh!)
But then the niggaz dump yo' ass in the trunk (uh!)
All you'll remember is a black mask and a pump. - Them niggaz should've told you... [echoes]
[beat stops] Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

["Take A Picture"'s Intro:]
I'm baaaaaaaaaack!

 

[fox69]

"My Way Or Nothing"
(feat. Uncle Murda)

"My Way Or Nothing"
(feat. Uncle Murda)



[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}]
All by myself I riii-iii-iiide... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK!}

[Hook: Lloyd Bank$]
All by myself I riii-iii-iiide... [scream] (yeah!) {LET'S GO!}
I don't need nobody by my siii-iii-iiide... (nobody in the...) [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Surviving on my liii-iii-iiie... (that's me!)
Now I gotta make it riii-iii-iiight... {HAPPY BIRTHDAY... LLOYD BANK$! } [gunshot]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Bad luck and the gift where I'm a go with this (uh!)
To the top I ain't dyin' another knowin' miss. (naaah!)
So I'm puttin' in time over shift
Got too many problems for the sober shit we all gettin' older quick. (quick!)
You roll with me you hold a clip
Keep your movin' militant you won't get hit - victim to a open strip. [gunshot] {Whooooo!}
Love the purp need a open trip
G-5 layin' to a smokin' whip - chain like the old Slick Rick. (yeah!) [scream]
New label movie makin' and I'm usually able
Give you the G to make a dime actin' bougie pay you. (whoo!)
I had a shine since a movin' cradle
I'm glowin'! - The rap owens and I'm goin' where they bill throwin'. {OOOHHH!}
I dust 'em! - Nuttin' but heels showin'. - I'm outy!
A trail of smoke behind me bet it make 'em talk about me. [gunshot]
Fuck a percentage give me mine up front
I kill the pain with the liquor! - Clear my mind with the blunt. - Yeah!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
These niggaz bluffin'! - Spine made of stuffin'
We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing. (my way or nothing!)
Now hater just be a gunner if it's somethin'
When my clock stop before the time you niggaz comin'! [police sirens]

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual [police sirens]
That alone will make you mad let the jewels do. {CAN'T FORGET...}
We confused you! {RIDA! } - You niggaz move, you {ASSASSIN! }
Won't play around when my crew, that tha new rule! {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Uncle Murda:]
That's word to that brick in my crib - if it's beef
I catch you slippin' your dead, I don't care if you with your kid. (I don't care!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}
If you ain't got no beef, go start some
Beef let you know who in your crew got heart son. (that's some real shit!) [scream]
In my hood niggaz baby momma'z be vexed,
When they hear their man be beefin' with me what you expect. (haaaaa-haaaaaa!)
Them chicks know I weigh more harder! (more harder!)
And now the kids is growin' up without their father. [kids ovation] {HAHA! }
The Boogie Man tell ya! - Murda a monster! (I, yeah!)
I've been bussin' my gun since niggaz was playin' "Contra". [gunshot] ("Contra"?)
And I was jus' a lil' lil' boy when my momma died (yeah!)
I been thinkin' about the good ol days when I'm gettin' high. {COME ON!}
I'm the black George Bush of this war shit,
He beefin' for more oil I'm beefin' for more bricks! (With that raw!)
You better hope you get a chance to bang, yo!
I'm a shoot you in your face! - 'Till I run [2 shots] outta ammo! [gunshot) {DAMN!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
These niggaz bluffin'! - Spine made of stuffin'
We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing. (my way or nothing!)
Now hater just be a gunner if it's somethin' {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
When my clock stop before the time you niggaz comin'! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual
That alone will {HAPPY BIRTHDAY... } make you mad let the jewels do. {LLOYD BANK$!}
We confused you! - You niggaz move, you
Won't play around when my crew, that tha new rule! {REBORN!} [gunshot]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - SouthSide to the soul, I eat sleep that
Never really left so I ain't gotta bring the heat back. (yeeah!)
"Swammie On Deck-o" put the pedal on the petrol
And the pieces all plastic, heavy metal on my neck though. (uuhh!) {COME ON!}
Lil' shit comin' in, justhangin' I had to let go (let go!)
Gotta make my future look bright! - [? ] flow. [gunshot]
And your a step slow, don't make me step on ya
10 [? ] concepted and push out the last breath in ya. (whoo!)
New porsche leffin' ya I'm livin' to the max
Live my life tryna get here. - Damn, if I'm goin' back! (I'm goin' back!)
In the day never thought I'd get away bodies drop
Y'all pray don't know another way. - Hey! (hey!) [scream]
Coppers got us on display
Probably do anythin' for dollars and some yay - from farmers to the bay. (bay!)
A part of my pajamas, it's a Tre!
Trust me! - I''ll put that on my momma on a plate. (yeah!) [gunshot] {DAMN!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
These niggaz bluffin'! - Spine made of stuffin'
We don't follow order well round here - my way or nothing. (my way or nothing!)
Now hater just be a gunner if it's somethin'
When my clock stop before the time you niggaz comin'!

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
I'm not what you used to! - I'm unusual!
That alone will make you mad let the jewels do. {5 AND BETTER...}
We confused you! {SERIES!} - You niggaz move, you! {VOLUME 4!}
Won't play around when my crew, that tha new rule! [gunshot] [rewind] {DAMN!}

 

[fox69]

"Need To Be 1"

"Need To Be 1"


[Car crash]

[Intro:]
Keepin' it one, uh!

[Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Fuck what you hear fuck you you hear it from (uh!)
They going to let their mouth run 'til the murder come
Murder one! - I'm all over baby ain't heard of them (naah!)
I'll show the finer thing you don't deserve a bum! (uh!)
Where I'm from shots rung bodies hung
All over nothin' probably crumble small things in the slums - change swingers I come. {HAHA!}
Come by - I'm lay back I'm high
Bet I fuck you out your knots and your back untied. [rewind]
I'm...

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

[Intro]
Keepin' it one, uh!

[Verse 2:]
Fuck what you hear fuck you you hear it from (uh!)
They going to let their mouth run 'til the murder come [scream]
Murder one! - I'm all over baby ain't heard of them (naah!)
I'll show the finer thing you don't deserve a bum! (uh!)
Where I'm from shots rung bodies hung
All over nothin' probably crumble small things in the slums - change swingers I come.
Come by - I'm lay back I'm high
Bet I fuck you out your knots and your back untied. (hahah!)
I'm a be in Lambs, key in, being I'm so fly! (uh!)
You can't see 'em, I.D., B.M. rides rode by (uh!) [scream]
We in front the Coliseum leave they mouth all wide (uh!)
Eat, sleep, shit, walk talk about SouthSide. {LLOYD BANK$!}
FGYI about the moves I will never break (no!)
These niggas feathered weight don't trust em if they hesitated. [kids ovation]
1500 horses and I'm pushing 'til the pedal break,
You little niggas pedaling I'm heavy on whatever state. (HAHHH!)
I like my ten or nine not seven eight
Cherry red rose give a hoe a lemon face. (raagh!)
Fuck a hater! 2-2-7 on the cheddar chase (yeah!)
Eat a bullet tell me, how the Mack-11 taste (yeeah!) {DAMN}
My chick the only one that call me and her head is great (yeeeah!)
Beat it make the bed break when I penetrate. (uh!)
Shits fucked up I''m holding on to old times,
Black with money! - Bank$ convicted to both crimes. [car tires squeal] (both!)
All icey and my dick is a gold mine (ching!)
They want cash out no slipping in '09.
Flew around the world been pimpin' the whole timin', (timin'!)
On a bad night you walk out limpin' - no lyin'. (NO LYIN'!)
You can't be around me trippin', I hold iron
If they about that bullshit, I roll by 'em! [gunshot]
This ain't no hand out line, no providin'
You like the shoe she got on then go buy 'em. {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
No more scandal time Kobe Bryant (uh!)
Ain't nobody cold as I am. - Don't try him! (uh!)
The right stroke will have them spying and nerve tryin' (uh!)
Uncontrollable cryin' and throat tying. (tying...) (YEEEAH!)

[Chorus:]
You need to be with me bitch (yeah!)
I'll show you things you ain't see this (uh-huh!)
I ain't clean, I'm the cleanest! (cleanest!)
I represent the dreamers. (whattup?)
From the clubs to arenas (heey!)
Your main girls seen us (y'ah?)
Now we goin' to start from the beams
Take em to the hotel and show 'em how the three is. (uh!) [scream]

[Outro:]
YEAH! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Yeah! [kids ovation] {JESSIE!}
You know... [kids ovation] [rewind]

 

[fox69]

"Neighborhood Watch"

"Neighborhood Watch"


[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself! {NON STOP} (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! Ain't nobody gon' help!
Ain't no... [rewind]

[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! Ain't nobody gon' help! {BRING IT BACK!}
Ain't no...

[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! {"COLD CORNER"! } Ain't nobody gon' help!
Ain't nobody gon' care! (care!)
You need protection for ya body round here, you'll get bodied down here! {LLOYD BANK$!}
Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line
All my niggas gotta eat - and it's dinnertime!
We all greedy. - You can't get a bit of shine! (shine...)
Let a nigga disrespect the click! And the nigga dyin'!

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - I'm from where the Vest and Gat meet
Lifestyle of a artist - but I smoke like a athlete.
DeNiro trackmeet! - Olympic runner timing (uh!)
Thru winter crime was climbing and recessions on they mind.
If I could hold my own - then what's yo' problem son?
Getchu a block, work and hollow gun and stack up 'til the problem come! (whoo!)
Goldfish don't last, only the sharks
You can swim in a boat - or getcha ass torn apart. (RRRRR!)
2 G'ing 'til the flowers in the casket {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
The button-up shirt. - Shovelin' dirt, and my niggas match it (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
With the llama in traffic, Osama the bastard! (uh!)
Flush him right out his dark hole - and bomb with' the plastic.
I'm in and out the store dipped
Waitin' on my chick to get paid from her divorce split so she can buy me more shit.
Ready for war shit! -s Stop-a-bullet wardrobe!
The way we on it, it can go down at award shows. (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! Ain't nobody gon' help!
Ain't nobody gon' care! (care...)
You need protection for ya body round here, you'll get bodied down here!
Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line
All my niggas gotta eat - and it's dinnertime!
We all greedy. - You can't get a bit of shine! (shine!)
Let a nigga disrespect the click! And the nigga dyin'!

[Verse 2:]
Ya bitch won't be hearin' ya! (naah!) - When I McLaren her
Ride thru ya area - pecan interior. (uh!)
Armored exterior. - EQ the stereo
These niggas is ants - and I'm an armadillo, so (haa!)
Don't compare me to them, them niggas pillow soft
Broke, don't even know what a chinchilla cost. (stacks!)
You got to hit me, before you hit the boss
I ride thru ya hood and floss with the ceiling off. (errr!)
I'm swervin'! - Tthese rap niggas perpin'! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Rich in they videos, fucked up in person! (uh!)
Then talk sideways 'til them K's get to squirtin',
Hurtin'! - Soul searchin' - close curtin', (uh!)
Yeah! - I'm lane curvin'! - And I ball like Bird and
Magic with the ratchet I can cause somethin' tragic! (tragic!)
In a dark ass club [kid ovation] or broad day in traffic
SouthSide nigga from the womb to the casket. (yeeeeeah!)

[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! Ain't nobody gon' help!
Ain't nobody gon' care! (care...)
You need protection for ya body round here, you'll get bodied down here! [gunshot]
Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line
All my niggas gotta eat - and it's dinnertime!
We all greedy. - You can't get a bit of shine! (shine!)
Let a nigga disrespect the click! And the nigga dyin'!

[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I must be too real - cause niggas fake to us
Washed up ass niggas! - Go on scrape ya lust!
Dyme filthy is a fate for us,
Half gettin' head, half paper lust, a regular day for us. (uh!)
Ain't no neighborhood watch! - Watch ya own back
My buddy got room for 6, I'll letcha hold that!
Shady and ya know that!
Ya best bet's not to show ya lady where ya dough at, she'll show that. Feet on ya doormat!
Hold that! - Lord sent me a sign
Will I fall victim, full clip and an envious mind! (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
The white Beamer, Benz and Bentley is mine - billion dollar baby ballin',
Putcha bills on the boy - cause Lloyd got em',
Crazy! - Sour, hazy baby of the 80's, ladies go
Wherever money go. - Fuck you think I'm gunnin' fo!
Rob 'fore my stomach glow. - Everybody wanna blow!
Tall, black, hummer low! - Bitch-niggas come and go! - SO...

[Chorus:]
It's everbody for theyself!
Ain't nobody seen nothin'! Ain't nobody gon' help!
Ain't nobody gon' care! (care...)
You need protection for ya body round here, you'll get bodied down here!
Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line {CAN'T FORGET...}
All my niggas gotta eat - and it's dinnertime! {RUDE BWOY! }
We all greedy. - You can't get a bit of shine! (shine!) {SHA!}
Let a nigga disrespect the click! And the nigga dyin'!

[Outro:]
S.O.D.! {SAY: HALO WHASUP? }
E'ry day is S.O.D.! {"COLD CORNER"...}
Boy! - S.O.D.! {THE MIXTAPE! }
E'ry day is S.O.D.! {2009! } (blat-blat! blat-blat-blat!)
Boy! - S.O.D.! {HUNGER FOR MORE!}
E'ry day is S.O.D.! [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Never Enough"

"Never Enough"


[Intro:]
We gripped up, nigga. [echoes]
Ain't no slippin' over here. [echoes]
Nigga! [echoes]

[Verse:]
Never have I ever will, you ever see another
Cold hearted muthafucker watch me as I make them suffer.
Now watch me as I make them supper - they bullets ain't stop me
They made me tougher! (tougher!) - Built harder than Rocky - I ain't no sucker! (uh!) [gunshot]
Sucker fake clowns up in my face now with fake smiles
They diss you when you ain't round, they "Pom-poms" and hate now
It's strong arms and shake downs, cause they ain't got no spine.
They're out they mind! (mind!) - Why you think I don't fuck with them? - They're blind! [2 gunshots]
I'm 20-20! - Get with that funny money
Don't get back to lucky charms - for you die over something fake fucking dummy.
Dum-dums for them bums I come from
Where everybody want some - and niggas that's weak - end up a son's son! (uh!)
And we don't run from - nothing but 9-1-1!
Ate the fuck up outta wolves - or become one. (become one!)
I'm soured up and hammered down, I'm the mouhfuckin' man of town
And I ain't swam with nobody - cause back then you swam you, you drowned! (YEAH!)
They got me on the camera now, everybody's my family, waow! (waow!)
A bunch of money sucking leaches out for hammy downs.
My older molers candy now, I pop up and they stand around
I'm hydraulic system up - we always got a squary round
Married women fear me now! - I jeapordize they're married vows,
I switch cars every day - so I'm never bad with miles. (miles!)
I got styles and skin thicker than crocadiles,
I'll bounty off ya bitch ass 30 thou' in my pocket now.

[Chorus:]
Big money, small money, all money,
All the money in the world ain't enough - my more money! [echoes]
Big money, small money, all money,
All the money in the world ain't enough - my more money! [echoes]

[Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Dummy! [echoes] {FUCK YOU LIGHT!}
That's it... [echoes]
2 G's Up... [echoes] {NELSON... G-UNIT!}
Unit! [echoes] [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"New Car"

"New Car"


[Intro:]
YEAHHHHHH!
2G's Up! ("Hevehitta! ")
Clue whattup? ("Unexpected")

[Verse:]
I got MTV Cribs! - And MTV whips! (yeah!)
Now watch me work my way on the MTV list (ugh!)
Mainstream pop quizz got the MVP piss
Smoke it away! - Products switch every 3 zips.
And my bitch! - Prada fits hella mean hips
Who me? (me?) - Gucci boy! Red and green strips! (yeah!)
You dabble with the 5 - but never sink the 6
I stand out - like I'm 7 feet tall on sticks. (whoo! whoo!)
No seeds in my Weed! - Cause I ain't the one growing it
I don't feel like I'm holding, if I ain't the one holding it. (yeah!)
And I am cool as you can be (be!) - tully in the Vs
Well as the club! - Bougie broad booty on my knee! (knee!)
And I'm on point! - They tryna sneak, screw me and I seef (hey!)
In my 1000 dollar loafs, I make 'em move before I leave. (I leave!)
I'm a worker! - If I ain't home I'm usually overseas
Getting used in the jacuzzi, me, Ruby and Patrice! (whoo! whoo!)
I'm a beast! - These pussy niggaz hatin' but I'm still here (still here!)
Fuck 'em! - I'll feel the same way when I'm in my wheelchair. (wheelchair!)
I'm in tha game full of chumps and it feels rare (feels rare!)
5 years done went by - and niggaz still scared. (still scared!)
I make the bill lair - you better chill startin' (startin'!)
I'll put your ass on that double XL milk carton! (carton!)
Reach chump, I got the keday that Y
Hit a ritter tat' guy and his midget Mack size. (come on!)
Keep my mind on my business and my digits pass five
Leave no evidence to witness, now witness the bad guy. (bad guy!)
I show out and bring the bow out (yeah?) - Hennessy and Dro out (yeah?)
The yachts float out! - The Coups roll out! (whooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!)
No doubt! - This is pitiful, digitial and political (uh!)
Ain't nothing original (uh!) when lil' niggaz get at you. (uh!)
Now I'm a get back at 'em just on principal!
Bruce Banner with the Hammer, I'm invincible! (ugh!)
You niggaz out there dreaming and need a pitch or two
Even if you was on the team, we be BENCHING YOU! (BENCHING YOU!) (haha!)
News flash - they don't mention you!
Non violent niggaz intentional! (intentional!) - Miserable!

[Outro:]
It's the PLK baby!
None of these niggaz touchin' me!
I'm a brand new car!
Marcelargo or somethin...
You run right by you nigga... get your oil changed!
Boy!

 

[fox69]

"New Era"

"New Era"


[Talking:]
Yea!
P dot L dot K!
As we continue on
With the 5 and Better Series
Volume 4 on the way!
Yea, anyday!
Who wanna play?
Huh?

[Verse:]
Uh, Louis V tee'in, I'm skiing in European... (yea!)
Pussy you ain't seein', I G 'em and put the key in (uh!)
AM to PM, I'm tree'ing, Louis with 3 in, movin' a V in
Korean or Sour D'ing (whooo!)
My blood temp'll give you a chill
So I don't give a fuck how they feel
Never have, never will (will)
Blue steel, quarter mil', leather wheel (wheel)
Crazy glue ya trap shut, never squeal (uh!)
Bunch of disrespectful shit said until shit hit the fan
Fans, I am no more than a man (man)
Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water
Aura way out of the era (uh!)
Clever, invisible setter, sparkles on my sweater
Herringbone stones, shorty give me dome then I dead her (yeah!)
The new jack years are full of old niggas reminiscing
And the computer's the new television (I'm cool)
And my swagger back in the day (day)
Cause the new shit got faggoty ways (uh!)
Feet kick you outta the throne, gravity waves
Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised (yea!)
Look around (round), it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet
I get down (down), where niggas chop ya head off if ya cheat
You're a clown (clown), beatdowns, dead out on the street
And my sound (sound), shot down, heroine on the beat
No sleep, recession hit... bet I'm gon' eat
64 chea, 7 on my feet, never know my peak (yeah!)
Mary Jane knock, I answer with open arms (hello?)
And every weekend's a smoke-a-thon (ohhh!)
{MONEY}, only thing I really been focused on
I left niggas with nothin', that's really dope too long (sorry)
I'm reborn, haters don't even get a whole song
One verse, one hearst, one burial... GONE (gone)
Sapphire as I laugh by ya (ha!), I'm that fly and my stash higher (what?)
Than a crack buyer (yea!), Vrooom... smoke up from the back tire (yea!)
You don't talk on the phone, you duck the tap wire (yea!)
Don't fuck with the tickin' time bomb
Getcha picture found on thisis50.com (log on)
My life's the bomb, and sticky chron-chron
Got the G, the mac with' me... Mr. Don Juan (juan juan)