Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"New Pussy"

"New Pussy"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-shit! {"COLD CORNER"!}
Not-not that R'n'B shit! {THE MIXTAPE!} [scratches]

[Intro:]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-Shit! {WHOO KID!}
Not-not that R'n'B... [rewind]

[Intro:]
Yeah!
Thi-thi- this is that G-Shit!
Not-not that R'n'B shit!
Yeah!
My-my my niggas need this! {DAMN!} [kids ovation]
It's 2 G's Up! {COME ON!}

[Verse:]
Put my back against the wall, I'm coming back! - Holding a Gat!
Don't get clapped - all over rap. Vision black - rat-tat-tat-tat [gunshot]
Tools on my gun wounds like big said, I get bread
Jealousy help my shit spread. - I smoke 'em like a rich dread (whoo!)
Chronic out the windpipe and keep his Gat with him tight (yeah!)
These other rappers feminine and wear their denim skintight!
I been right! - The win type - since my speed 10 bike (uh!)
Don't come without a invite - or feel the barrel spin by. (uh-huh!)
That fuck a hoe attitude that Snoop was on, I been on it (yeah!)
The only bag I bought a broad had McDonald's on it
Neck got diamonds on it! - That's why they climbin' on 'em. (yeah!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Reach, I eat the fuck food. (ha!) He'll look like piranha tore 'em. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Bank$'ll connoisseur 'em, extinct, dinosaur 'em.
Run in a nigga crib - break the fine China on 'em! (pssh!)
He rap about big clips but he don't got 'em on 'em! (uh-huh!)
Scared to show his face in the bricks and he ain't got a warrant. (whaaaaooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!)
We will crush whoever you bring if we cannot ignore it
Bet his mouth won't say nothin' slick with the heater knockin' on it.
Hoppin' out with everything! - Wear my jewelry everywhere.
Royal blue pennies with my Semi and my Pelle, yeah!
Yeah! - I been street aware way before the green
Murder scene, children know [scream] what candles on the corner mean. (hahhh!)
I made it out the corridor. - They blowin' out enormous steam. (uh!)
'Cause I'm showin' all this guap. Bentley spur-forest green! (yeah!)
I'm already mean but if the engineer record it clean.
I'm a make 'em bling like the feeling when you dope a fiend,
Kush leaves from night to morn, three quarters of my life is porn.
My schedule ain't quite the norm, I barely got to write this song,
We don't follow right from wrong. - We do what the fuck we want!
Hot bitch, icey arm, catch me with the trunk in front. (whoo!)
These niggas ain't gon' like me long, fuck it let the punk get pumped
I carry like I'm licensed for 'em - nigga don't confront me drunk. (yeah!)
I crack 'em with' this empty rose, turn his head to humpty dump
I one night stand these hoes. - Better? for cunt (nah!)
Addict for the love of cash, bright future, troubled past,
Daiquiris and beach chairs, you gotta drive to cut my grass! (uuuuuuh-ooooooooooooooh!)
I pack like plaxico 'cause of the way my necklace glow (whooo!)
Hoes and 4 wheelers by the villas out in mexico! {DAMN! }
I love the dough! - X and O! - G mackin', steppin' slow
Bro, you a stepping stone, I'm known but I'm reppin' though. {Whoooooooooooo!}
Bring ya chick around, I'm takin' her home, makin' her moan
Makin' her scream, sendin' her back, now you mad, breakin' her phone. (whoo!)
Ain't no arguin', I'm grown, stay the fuck up out my zone
Get it, it hit it, then I'm gone! - Let my nigga get his turn. - Word! {COME ON!}

[Chorus:]
There's no pussy like new pussy, [scream] {OOOHH!}
There's no money like new dough, - I though ya knew hoe
I'm hood hoppin', you know how the 22's roll {CAN'T FORGET...}
Smokin' out the window of the Benz, yeah the usual {MONEY WRONG}
How the hell they gon catch me? - Them niggas too slow! {KAOS!}
Money over more shit, where I go, the crew go!
Tell me I ain't doin' my thang - the fuck is you, yo!
Catch me ridin' round with my thang, I drop a sumo. {DAMN!}
Sooner or later, matter of time, bet they all learn
Snitches die a thousand times, G's make the world turn. {DAMN!}

[Outro:]
Yeah!
If you know what we know...
It's still M-O-B though! {HAHA}
Ha! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Yeah! {MONSTER!} [blast]

 

[fox69]

"No Escape"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"No Escape"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Sample:]
... Drugs came here, and had everybody going
Crazy...

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeahhhhhh...
Oooo oooo...
What up nigga...
Southside...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
Dog, man, woman, to child, oh well
They get hit in the line of fire your fault, don't tell
The hood crazy, don't nobody out here give a fuck
Eyes hazy, tryna think on how to live up
Mom raised me, cause daddy doin' numbers off his hands
Coke baby, jus' maybe I'm supposed to be the man
Don't play me, my bail money long, I'm out the jam
Then I'm Swayze, the key to the hood of my pocket man
Mercedez, I came a long way from the dollar van
And my lady? Built like a Coca Cola bottle, damn
You buy a bitch some heels she'll walk over you in 'um
That's why I'm never spendin', iconic momentum
I slut 'um out, bend 'um, lend them and that's the endin'
They face turn lemon the second I rev the engine
G-Unit till the endin', cause I don't like pretendin'
Send 'um far away from here, hear them bitch niggaz tremblin'...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape with some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, that's fate
You got your hands on some money, and you hate
Nigga it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't gotta love me back I wouldn't die for my hood
Southside!... I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood...

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
Yeah...
Trap money got me livin' like a Pharoah
Got the strap with the air cool barrel
Fifty grand shooter money in a shoe box
My bet it hit you like Takita did Lennox
The streets feelin' like a battle ground
Here come a herd of these niggaz, I bet I shoot the cattle down
See life, it's jus' like a hourglass
Haters wanna see me up North using cold craft
The forty-four blast, but I'm hooded up
Police camera's on the street but who gives a fuck
Russian AK with the strap on the shoulder
Will turn one man to about a hundred soldiers
Take this clip, die a million deaths
Gain thirty pounds nigga take your last breath
Six feet deep homie, that's a ugly dirt nap
Six shooters shootin', russian attack...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape with some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, that's fate
You got your hands on some money, and you hate
Nigga it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't gotta love me back I wouldn't die for my hood
Southside!... I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood...

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You see them niggaz, kill 'um, they been poppin' shit for mad long
Shotgun to 'um, get your Donovan Mcnabb on
Sad song, burgundy glue, all on a fag lawn
It's a man's world, and them niggas got pads on
Everywhere I go, I get the fishbowl effect
I'm like a fuckin' flat screen couple bricks on my neck
The break is over, the break is over, I'm back
I'm Takin' over, I'm takin' over, Click Clack... !
I kill the dro so, I'm gon' end up chromo
Henessey it until I pass out, like Jojo
Talk behind the next nigga back, you hoe bro
And I don't kill 'um softly, ride by 'um in slow mo
I'm a real nigga, my opposition queer fam
Why should I fear man that wouldn't crush a beer can
I came in this shit top pick, and I still am
Reputation tougher than leather, and my wheel, Lamb...

[Chorus:]
You try to escape and some shit you can't rid
You belong to the street, too late
They don't give a fuck 'bout how you feel, that's fate
You got your hands on some money, and you hate
Nigga it ain't all good, I wish a nigga would
He ain't gotta love me back I wouldn't die for my hood
Southside!... I wouldn't change it if I could
It ain't what they make it out as, just misunderstood...

 

[fox69]

"No Love"

"No Love"


[Verse 1:]
Hand full of haters. - Know when I stop 'em, survivor
Of close calls though, I'm feelin like death's knockin'
Insides numb! - Thank God for music, my heads rockin'
Wasn't for that, I'd be lost now. - Racin' against the clock an'
I can see it in your smile you don't mean it. - Livin' foul is your secret!
Want me down on the cement? - Talent found, I'm a keep it!
My brother's keeper? - Keepin' my head above the water,
Life's a bitch beggin', - but I got nothin' for her!
Slaughter, - bitches outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller.
Rock sporter, give me floor space! - I'm a need a stupid flip,
There's money cars bitches an' jewels to get. - Let's do this shit!
Look how my music hits! - I got that loouud on,
Sour diesel in a cloud gone, get ya style torn!
Heart crosses for body losses,
Stay in a better place, pro'ly bosses - with Ferrari horses.
I'm just as nice as anyone that wore the crown;
Livin' my dream. - Keep what you think, don't spoil it now!
I can sense the hate before the frown, ya born a clown!
Droppin' all 'em bricks off toilet, bound an' watered down!
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft,
In and out the B-tracks, intercourse through metaphors!
The Mack bridge, she get across, I met her jaws.
"5" star flaws "And Better" tours an' chedda toss.
My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party,
Pardon my partner! He pumped and ready to hurt somebody.
You send ya bitch to line me, you gon' lose ya Bonnie!
He no/know rude awakenin', you find me with the Ruger round me.

[Chorus:]
Uh! - R.I.P my nigga! - I'm a see you, when I see ya, (uhh!)
I'm holdin' it down here an' niggas still tryna be ya,
But, - but - there never'll be another crew like us,
Bottles in the air, gettin' high all I do is crush!
And till the day I'm dust, (day I'm dust!) - there'll be no love! (no love!)
No love! (no love!) - No love! (no love!) - Huuh! They ain't no more left... (they ain't no more left...)

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - Damn, pops, I miss you! - See you when I get there,
Wish I can tell you you were right, cause you ain't missin' shit here!
Fans turned on me! - Never thought it'd be this weird,
Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up. - Look how I switch gears!
Swung the last ten, I'm a kill 'em the next 6 years!
Tryna block the pain with the liquor, my nigga sick scared.
R.I.P to Roster! - Salute with the choppa.
Remember us - young boys too loose of the Vodka!
Smokin' like I smoke now. - Now it's part of my intro,
Same shit that we used to brush offs, hard on my mental.
Beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil,
They been borrowin' a while now. - Countin' the years I lent you!
I got the block poppin'. - And big ass rock coppin'
G throwin' and top droppin', just know when the cops watchin'.
These niggas will not stop him! - Struggle to find a way,
From birds eye jockin', I'm puffin' a dime a day!

[Chorus] [1: 12 minutes instrumental then beat stops]

[Movie Bites from Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues (1990) ":]
[Moe Flatbush:] What does it look like?
[Josh Flatbush:] It looks good.
[Moe Flatbush:] What the numbers look?
[Josh Flatbush:] The numbers look good, hmm! Numbers never lie.
[Moe Flatbush:] That, that's what I like about numbers. People start lyin' from the crib, but not numbers.
[Josh Flatbush:] Moe, the numbers never lie!
[Moe Flatbush:] Hahaahhh! But human beings?
[Josh Flatbush:] Human beings is another story.
[Moe Flatbush:]
That's right! Give me some-some, some schmendrick on the street, right?
The guy says "Yes", "This is No", "This is maybe", right? But you never know, right?
[Josh Flatbush:] That's right, you never know!
[Moe Flatbush:] Right?
[Josh Flatbush:] Never know.
[Moe Flatbush:] But, but-but not numbers! Three and three?
[Josh Flatbush:] Six.
[Moe Flatbush:] Bang! Youkno'msayin'?
[Josh Flatbush:] We know that, we know.
[Moe Flatbush:] But a guy, he can tells you it's done... right? But you! Number... 7 and 7?
[Josh Flatbush:] 14.
[Moe Flatbush:] 8 and 8?
[Josh Flatbush:] 16!
[Moe Flatbush:] 9 and 9?
[Josh Flatbush:] 18!
[Moe Flatbush:] BANG!
[Josh Flatbush:] We know that.
[Moe Flatbush:] Concrete is like...
[Josh Flatbush:] You can see it, right?
[Moe Flatbush:]... the sidewalk that you walk on, understand?
[Josh Flatbush:] That's right!
[Moe Flatbush:] That's what alota people in this world, they don't understand.
[Josh Flatbush:] That's right.
[Moe Flatbush:]
You know? The-the- they wanna give you, you know? But a number is right... THERE!
You never trust them.
[Josh Flatbush:] It's on. You can see it, right?
[Moe Flatbush:]
Yeah, these people, they think trust. Trust? You can't buy trust, right?
I trust my mother sometimes.

 

[fox69]

"No Mercy"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"No Mercy"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh! Uh! {DAMN! }

[Verse: <DJ Whoo Kid>]
I know the one nigga two nigga, three niggaz think they can see me
But I could name my compotion on my pinkies. (uh-huh!)
The rookie of the year (uh!) - so don't come at me
You looking at the quickest way {MONEY... } to fuck up your carrier! {IN THE BANK! }
Yeah! - You only agravating my ear
At of fuel to the fire, scattered views of a lier.
It's not the statements, it's the egos I admire.
Me and money go together like mosiquitoes in a tire. (uh-huh!)
I'm waiting to the day to see refold and respire (uh-huh!)
I wear my outfits once your reloading your dryer.
I got the another last me, it's viva locan higher
I can picture of little change up, like seen on the tire.
Got the - +Eye Of The Tiger+, pactions of a Sniper, (uh-huh!) [shot]
Heart of a Gorilla hustle harder for the thriller.
Plus I know I'm a make it longer regardless cause I'm realer
Spent the early days of my childhood around a killa! - Nigga!

[Outro:]
Yeah!
Lloyd Bank$!
G-UNIT... in 2003! [shot] [beat stops]
{DAMN! }

 

[fox69]

"Nobody Believes Me"

"Nobody Believes Me"



Oh, yea
Yall know what it is
Another One Of Those G-Unit Classics
Whoo

Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby

Look lady, you tryin' to drive a nigga crazy
'Cause you been gettin' inside a nigga lately
And I ain't tryin' to flip, slip, get on some Ike Turner shit
And bust your muthafuckin' lip
Be in the paper 'cause I'm popular and after that I'm gon' hate ya
I'll find ways to get ya, like fuckin' your sister
And you'll find out 'cause girls don't know how to whisper
She'll tell the whole town 'bout how the shit went down
Now, check it, if you can respect it, I can respect you
Respect to any nigga who check you
'Cause I ain't never made a promise, honest
You just take my words and flip 'em
Blame it on the herb in my system
Why don't you take your lazy ass in the kitchen
'cause I been on tour all year and I ain't ate a damn thing different
And I ain't tryin' to hear your bitchin'
I keep tryin' to tell you the truth but you're scared to listen

Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby

If Banks had been in ya fiancee's pants
I'd have that ass jumpin' up and down like Beyonce's dance
I ain't never practiced romance
So if you ain't special, a candle light dinner from me's no chance
Now when you heard me tell you I love you, huh?
When I promise you shit that I'm gon' do, huh?
I ain't ya ordinary nigga that's gon' lie just to keep ya
'Cause I ain't with the bullshit neither
Listen, put yourself in my position, maybe then you'll see
'Cause you got insecurities 'cause I be on TV
But I'm the same O.G, protege in your ....
Now that I'm on, everybody acts like they know me
I need a homie, you know, someone that understands
'Cause I ain't tryin' to argue before Summer Jam
I'ma want her then, but it ain't always been this way
Remember back in the day?

Sometimes I feel ugly
'Cause I'm giving my all to a celebrity that doesn't even tell me he loves me
And I look like a clown when he's not around
'Cause of him the other girls tease me, but way more than others
I tell them I'm not like the others
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby

Lloyd Banks
Rock, rock on
G-Unit rock, rock on

 

[fox69]

"NY NY"

"NY NY"


[Starts off with the beat of Hi-Tek, Dion, Jadakiss, Papoose, Raekwon & Talb Kweli's: "Where It Started At (NY)".]

[Intro: Sample (Hi-Tek)]
Where do I staaaaaart... (Let's see what they wanna hear!) [gunshot]

[Chorus: Dion (Lloyd Bank$)]
Let me see where I started at! (uh!)
Hoodcats are part of where I started at. (SouthSiiiiide!) ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (ugh!)
For the score go to war like jarhead. (New York City come on!)

[Bridge: Sample (Lloyd Bank$) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
New York! New york! New York! New York!
New York! (I ain't go no wheeeeeeeere!)
New York! New york! New York! New York! {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
New York! (I got what you need right here!) - With that a helloooo... [shot]

[Verse 1:]
'Ey! - They nicknamed me "Lloyd Mayweather" (uh!) - I know how to get them hits off
Rap been around. - I ain't never seen niggas this soft. (damn!)
There's not enough room for ya in the game, get lost! (lost! lost!)
You won't get to play if I punch ya before the tip off (ugh! ugh!)
My whip off the floor. - I done came so far.
I ain't even got to put the car key in the car! (car! car!)
This kind of cartridge goes through apartments (pop! pop! pop!)
You'll scream louder then the 106 And Park kids. [shot] (yeah!)
That's where the sharks live. - Them be an easy kill. (kill!) ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Your slidin' down the razor blade and the coke pills!
Real estate! - That's my favorite way to throw bills. (bills! bills!)
Just I got a brand new machine, I call it: "Gold Chill". (Gold Chill!)
Get nothing and nothing! - That's the whole deal. (deal!)
Whole deal! - I'll fold will when I go real! (real!)
Blue level three shield and my cold stare. {Whooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
And Louis Vuiton feel on the wheel. - I'll!

[Chorus: Dion (Lloyd Bank$)]
Let me see where I started at!
Hoodcats are part of where I started at. (SouthSiiiiide!)
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (ugh!)
For the score go to war like jarhead. (New York Cityyyyy!)

[Bridge: Sampel (Lloyd Bank$)]
New York! New york! New York! New York!
New York! (I got this maaaayne!)
New York! New york! New York! New York!
New York! (Yeah!) - With a first helloooo... [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Officer Down"

"Officer Down"



Too easy, man can't a motherfucker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and pleading
He been talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamond really real then put the diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin' ya hole is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm like B.I.G., Pac, L reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down

 

[fox69]

"On Fire"

"On Fire"


[Talking]
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse 1]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse 2]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

 

[fox69]

"On My Hip"

"On My Hip"


Yeah This Right Here Is A Unit Thing
Which Mean If You're Hater
You Probably Won't Understand Or Appeciate

[Chrous:]
A Hood Nigga Commin Up New Year Anotha Truck
Nah I Ain't Worry About Them Runnin Up
I Got Heat On My Hip That Takes Stomach Up
I Got Heat On My Hip Jump If You Want To Jump
I'm Chipped Up Fresh 2 Death
Six Up Nothin' Less If You Wonder If I'm Hungry Yes
I Got Heat On My Hip No Lil' Wheels I Got...
23's On My Shit Chick Who You Runnin Wit

[Verse 1:]
Uh, Move Let A Player Pass
They I Made It Fast
I Hit The Gas & Throw Cash On That Hater Ass
See You Later Lame
I Can't Be Late Again
They Rolled The Red Carpet Out For Me To Make It Rain
Wood Green Cadilliac Lil' Niggas Mad At That
Brought Ice Grill It Don't Matter Black
I Got Heat On My Hip I'll Bag Yo Bitch, Fuck Her,
Then I
Fall Asleep On That Bitch
And In The Morning Back To Makin' Money
That Money Don't Make Itself
You Can Robbed You Killed, You Steal Off The Shelf
I'm Ball Like I Never Did
Roll Up My Weed & Kick My Feet Up On Leather Shit

[Chrous]

 

[fox69]

"On My Way"

"On My Way"


[Voice:]
Harlem World!

[Intro:]
Yeah!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock, {PLK!}
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

[Verse 1:]
Every fuckin' month I'm gon' be hittin' out the trunk
Hittin' out the club, sour D mixin' out the blunt. (whoo!)
I'm a playa neighbor! - I won't be trickin' out with chumps
Himilaya flavor! (yeah!) - Chrome drippin' off the front,
Front on me you'll be in danger, dead!
Call the ranger, red! - All on ya head
You'll leak and then it drain,
Yea I'll flame ya! - Tired of tellin' em, do me a favor
Let 'em know why I'm major! - Let 'em know I will Guage the
First nigga talkin' disrespectful [gunshot] I will check you,
Check ya self! - You ain't get no check since I done met you!
I'm special! - 38 flow, why would I wrestle? (why?)
I'll stretch you, and 38 more, I'm a professional! (ugh!)
It's "F you"! - Cause these niggas hatin' with no motive (yeah!)
Wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (yeah!)
We let the codes mold us! - Detrimental discipline {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
And those that wasn't listenin' convert to push-overs!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! (ugh!)

[Verse 2:]
Hard days and hollow heads. - Beds and model legs.
Look hoe! - We fuck 'em with' the same shit the bottle says, [gunshot]
DON! - You gotta spell my name capital, (ugh!)
Arsonist! - I don't spit like the other rappers do. (NAAH!)
You don't want 50 put me after you
Send a long shot from France, I'm international!
So keep sneak-dissin' and I'm smashin' you',
Harrasin' you! - You pro'ly ain't got enough gas in you! [scream]
Them niggas gassin' you! (gassin' you!) - Makin' a' ass of you (YEAH!)
I'm in the door with kush smoke in the tour (uh!)
But I'm in the mix! - Whole hood hopin' to score. (score!)
Keep ya B.I. low - before you see 5-0!
I got a beehive flow! - I'm a stunt till it stings, (stings!)
Since a knee-high or mo', I been a G. I. Joe!
Jackson! - I beat these niggas in line - .4-4 strappin' (.4-4 strappin'!)
You can pray for my downfall! - IT WON'T HAPPEN!

[Chorus:]
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop, {DAMN! }
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!) {OOOHH!}
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! [echoes] {HP! } [gunshot] [beat stops]