Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"99 Lines"

"99 Lines"


[Lloyd Banks:]
Aight nigga
Ya'll ain't safe

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
You'll never find another nigga with a flow like this
I got 99 lines to break a ho down with
A red beam in the club'll make the whole crowd shit
I got the grizzlys on me like Stronoun Swift
40 blue vest on me cause I took some once
Round here its like that even the shook ones dump
Bandana on my neck in case I do something dumb
Cause a motherfucker will tell the blue where I'm from
When I slide through the spot hos huggin' and stare
Rocks glare
Like I got a lightning bulb in my ear
I got a zip of that Gueedo bud
And the fifth that'll drop a mean old slug
Directly in ya sunroof you'll see no blood
Just a big bright light like you've been hit by Mike
If I see something I like
I'm a get about three
Cause if it ain't about money then it ain't about me

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga you should move the way that we move
Keep ya pistol on you everywhere you ride
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me

Maybe you should roll the way that we roll
Keep ya gun on ya everywhere you go
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas all grown up and they still frontin'
Which means every nigga with a tear drop ain't kill something
The system in the trunk got the track and the grill thumpin'
Yayo on my right i'm in the back of the wheel stuntin'
Bitches know i'm only tryin to fuck and they still jumpin'
Niggas know I got the 40 on me and will dump 'em
I'm probably 'gon retire on pay day with two cribs
The same all from the Kay Slays and Whoo Kids
You wanna know I bring AKs where you live
One in ya stomach'll vacate a few ribs
Dog i'm focused so even if I slip off beat i'm right back on before ya notice
Niggas is broke
We pass 'em in the big body Rovers
Rap fiends my sixteens is Coke for ya noses
I don't argue with bitches that only adds me stress
I toss a bitch out the mansion like she Jazzy Jeff

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Maybe you should move the way that we move
Keep ya pistol on ya everywhere you ride
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me

Maybe you should roll the way that we roll
Keep ya gun on ya everywhere you go
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me

 

[fox69]

"A Pimpin Affair"

"A Pimpin Affair"



Nigga you know it's a pimpin affair when the cars endin
That's why you give ya hoes mostly like bartendas
We shop heavy bunch of hard spendas
I'm a giant in rap it's difficult for small forwards to guard centers
Don't make me hit you with the cali bro
I'm reigning with the record of a street legend and you ain't up my alimoe
My nigga bugging off that ten grass and hash
And cut a nigga shit quicker than grandmaster flash
Yo shit ain't gon neva pop like ten gold chains
That's why ya bitch blowin on me like nintendo games
I ain't suprised most these hoes been the same since school
Doin more bendin ova than the game of pool
Get ya own bread I swear dat I got some
My guns is like tattoos nigga even bow wows got one
You fuckin with a champion
If I can't do it it can't be done
Why you think we number one?

 

[fox69]

"Addicted"
(feat. Musiq)

"Addicted"
(feat. Musiq)



Yea GGGGGGG-Unit
[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

[Banks]
Uh man i think im addicted to the life that i had
So i risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here
Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
U know the names cause we tatooin em on
Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone

[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

[Banks]
Ey i got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right thats why they watchin me
As far as i can see its all mockery
And im tryna be all i can be
Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me
Pure poetry i got a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin me
Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
Yea i left a name all around the globe
Yet still southside i was brought up by the code (southside)
N i was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world dont turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
True u hear the struggle and the grind when i talk
I breathe and i bleed new york

[Musiq]
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

 

[fox69]

"Ain't No Click"

"Ain't No Click"


[Tony Yayo]
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
[Lloyd Banks]
Yall done fucked up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
[Tony Yayo]
Here We go

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on your breezy
And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers

[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin on the street
For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Bounce like ass in my video

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)

Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
P89, my clip filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
Cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
Think like castro, Games in the lasso
Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]

We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
We Back Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Dezzy Buck!
Game!
The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
Hunger For More!
Rida Music Nigga!
This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)

 

[fox69]

"All Mighty U.N.I.T."

"All Mighty U.N.I.T."


[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooo}
And every nigga 'round here representin' gang! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - We are! [echoes] - Not to be play with! [shot]

[Verse 1:]
You know how I do it - I represent the untouchable Unit
The G-G-G- boys man slaughter on music.
Look in to my eyes you'll see the fire that's behind em,
Then think of a slice diamond - that's kind of how I'm shinin'.
Right drive right timin' - relax and recline them
They ask to rewind them - you rap from behind them.
The world is a big pussy - my Gat is my condom. [shot] [beat stops]

[Interlude: EMINEM]
Whoooooooooo!
WHATTA FUCK? !
'EY YO Whoo Kid... RUN THAT SHIT BACK!
GOD-... DAMN!

[beat starts from the beginning]

[Chorus:]
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
And every nigga 'round here representin' gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - We are! [echoes] {Whooooooooooooooooo!} - Not to be play with!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse 2:]
You know how I do it - I represent the untouchable Unit
The G-G-G- boys man slaughter on music. [shot]
Look in to my eyes you'll see the fire that's behind em,
Then think of a slice diamond - that's kind of how I'm shinin'.
Right drive right timin' - relax and recline them
They ask 2 rewind them - you rap from behind them.
The world is a big pussy - my Gat is my condom.
Jet Black, 2-0-7 Lac when they find them.
I'm all about my pay roll, so move when I say so
A paybro' I get mouth, when the day come to day go.
I get high and stay low. "What up Bank$? " Hey hoe!
You want me now, {Whoooooooooooooooo} but didn't want me in the day though {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Hey Yayo! [echoes] - Give it these nigga the Gas face. [shot]
And if they say somethin' show 'em how the Mag' taste [shot]
That'll spin a nigga around like his back breaks,
Leave in the drag race in other words fast-paced.
Cliffhanger! - That's kind of how I climb.
Love and hated to powers that combined.
Lil' lady try to play me - fuckin' with my mind,
I took her hit her in the morning and tell the bitch to stop lying!

[Chorus:]
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
And every nigga 'round here representin' gang! ("DJ Whoo Kid!")
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - Yeah, yeah that's my gang!
G-Unit mayne! - We are! [echoes] - Not to be play with! [shot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Another 50"

"Another 50"


[Intro:]
Yeah!
You know who it is... [gunshot]
BANK$! [shot]

[Verse 1:]
Niggas talkin' all crazy, like I'm a talk back to 'em,
Naaw! - I'm a let the Gat tattoo 'em.
And I can't get it in, I'll jus black blue 'em, (black blue 'em!)
Like Ezel and P. Miller, screw 'em! [gunshot]
Bring your best rapper to me - and I'll chew 'em, (chew 'em!)
Mike Vick 'em! - O.J. 'em, Ray Carue 'em! (whoooo!)
I'm part intelligent part schitzo (schitzo!)
And my pain - it should help shit grow. (uh!) [shot]
Rap Klitzco! - Every punch is hard,
You can't take that from me it come from God.
My trunk small and shit, my engine on my back
Like South Jamaica - I'm a fuckin' Mack!
Y'all little niggas - go and pump a pack. (uh!)
"Green, Gang" bars - ain't no punkin' that. (yeeeah!)
My coffee shop sell weed in it, (yeah!)
I damn near overdose every visit.
Out in Amsterdam where they smoke in the street
And sell pussy like bread - minus the blood shed. (blood shed!)
Lamb' logo, blood red
More rings than Chicago, nuff said. (nuff said!)
My mommy had heart attacks back to back,
Sorry! - But I wasn't really thinkin' 'bout rap. ('bout rap!)
And my pops jus passed I had to think about that (about that!)
That can be enough to set a nigga of track. - I'm BACK! (back!)

[Interlude: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
In fact...
Niggas know exactly what to do. {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
And what not to do.
Anything's possible!
See I'm back!
Everything else... really don't matter... from here on out!

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - I pop bottles like a beat a case
My mind race at a cheetahs pace - with addidas lace. (whooo!)
They fell in love with my neck - I don't need a face (naaah!)
Nigga you ain't got shit if you don't need a safe. (haha!)
These youngins get extorted every year (year!)
By old niggas with salt and pepper hair. (uh!)
Shits rough I lower a coffin every year
Funeral arrangements and mortuary care. (swear!)
Yeah! - I'm in a class with a few
Like a spec-ed kid - eatin' glue. (glue!)
I'm colder than a baby abandoned
The cannon will lay down everything standin'. (YEAH!)
Go 'head stunt, end up like Brandon
You come to me better be God's plannin'. (uh-huh!)
Don't get your ears popped like your landin'.
I'm flyin' spurin' - radar scramblin'. {AAAAAOOOOOUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!}
Puerto Rican but I speak dough fluent (fluent!)
Bachelor pad don't gotta sneak hoes to it. (naaah!)
I speed through the yellows, and run the reds
They hear about if you bump heads (why?) - cause they'll be dumb lead. (uh!)
If I ain't top 5, who is?
I'm lyrically loved in every town you live. (yeah!)
Scarface cameras all around the crib.
Niggas slip on the grass get hit with the sig.
They sick though and my plane 1st class for the rain
Turbalance got me rockin' champagne stains. (stains!)
If I get 4 lanes, I'm a do my time (time!)
I get 200 or somethin' - with a flow of mines. (whooo!)
Cuttin' grass, cause nine niggas mowin' mine
Look directly in the watch - you goin' blind.
I'm flyest nigga doin' it, ask yo mom!
My shit the bomb they used back in 'Nam. (BOO!)
Your soulmate wanna ride Shotgun (yeah!)
And pretend like she don't got one. (yeah!)
You know what's next minagin' on the yacht son (yeah!)
Ready to unload like a cop's gun. (uh!)
You get pregnant then it's to the chop shop (whao!)
Cause I don't change diapers - I change drop tops. (whoo!)
Most wanted number with my black Glock cocked
Real nigga Unit boy 'til my clock stop - tickin'.

[Outro:]
{Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Tickin'...
GGG- You know!
Unit!
"T*O*S"... boy!

[Outro:]
"5 And Better"... Volume 1!
"Return... Of the PLK"!

 

[fox69]

"Another 70 Bars (I'm Back)"

"Another 70 Bars (I'm Back)"


[Intro:]
Yeahhh I'm Back
It's your nigga
BANKS

[Verse:]
30 deep or on own your still a victim
5 niggas with me and then we goin jena 6 em
Next time don't speak without permission
You kno your livin like you're on television
Tell 'em why you mad at me
Cause your break's gone had to be
That to me is a allergy
Look at my neck that's salary
And don't take battery to turn you into a casualty
Don't take a astron out the squeeze
Leave a New York weather for a tropic breeze
He's all about G's, G's turn to M's, M's turn to V's
V's turn corners into P's please you see hurt ain't a question
Kicks all on that nigga David Beckham
Punchline overflow over the limit in the Rover low
It move betta over snow I'll make reign so long that my shoulder go
Only 25 but them ply like I'm older though
Nigga, who you think they imitate?
Nothin but food on my dinna plate
Watch how I demonstrate
I'm still ridin' dirty though, glocks on the interstate
Roll down the window let the outty eight ventilate
Don't go bring the drama on the hymn
You'll get knock off like Obama if he wins
My skins is like the bottom of my timbs
Alligator print when I walk I limp
You niggas is playin fire in the dark
Don't play with gang green you'll lose a part
A toe, couple, a foot, a fuckin leg, a arm, a head, all over what the fucker said
Cool & calm, I'm palm, nothin' but the bread, oops, a lying lime like something red
Da toughest, Da flyest, Da coolest
No"yes man" around here just shooters
Look I'm Unit til' I die
It travel through my veins til' my blood runs dry
If a nigga did somethin he can't look u in the eye
He must got a chip give him a cookie on the side
Get high if you with though
Yea My 4's are 54's
You can't see me on your tippie toes
I'm shinin' dinin' lighter than a hippie's clothes
I dream about at land I gotta to get me those
I got platinum hands and I'm picky so
Don't step to me with your titties low
I'm saggin cause I'm movin with the magnum
I do it for murda they threw 25 at him
I do it for seth he took 20 more than that
A matter fact for my niggas that's neva comin back
I'm north always and I'm fly like photo day
Old head I don't show no gray
I ain't puttin' up shit let the promoter pay
If not kids drop on their shoulder blades
It's the end of waiting you've been having
But I've been having my own that's why I've been dragging
On tha road to the riches the custom made 6's
Straight bar strippas and my hotel slippas
Don Perrion and moe sippas
Friends, cousins, I even bone sistas on christmas shit it was her wishlist
I act no hard to live with
Loyalty is goin extinct
These lil' half-brain niggas don't kno how to think
I think ain't slowin down my weed boy at the sink
My eyes match with light, light go with the mink
Yeah

[Outro:]
You know just warming up
2 G's up yoooo kno
Stupid

 

[fox69]

"Another Day Another Dollar"

"Another Day Another Dollar"


[Chorus:]
"Another day another dollar"
"Another day another dollar"
Where we from, niggas be here today... gone tomorrow
Fell victim to the horror
Life's fucked up so we holla
"Another day, another dollar"
"Another day, another dollar"
Life is hard when the chips are down, the shit gets even harder
Niggas gotta do what they gotta
Life's fucked up so we holla
"Another day, another dollar"
"Another day, another dollar"

[Verse:]
S.O.D., Everyday
Ain't no breaks when you break the law
Don't lose yo life in a petty way
Fuck these ho niggas hatin' for?
This my hood come take a tour
I'm 'Wilt the Stilt' the way I score
Born and built to blaze the war
The corner where we play to score
The coffee shop my favorite store
Jack Carrera haze and more
A few G's and them blue trees and a cool breeze that I paid 'em for
We don't obey the law, they make the rules we hate 'em all
They take the news and switch it 'round
Ain't no smile, a face of war
I run with' the goons, they run with' the cops
They don't get props on my block
I'm one with' the hood, my numbers are good
I'm stackin' that guap, why not?
Don't comment on mine, there's money to find
Go stand in line, why watch?
You out of your mind? You gunnin' for mine, I run with' the nine, why box?
The game of life don't come with' rewind, I live for the time... my clock
My court, my rock, my block, my team, my jersey, my sport

[Chorus:]
"Another day another dollar"
"Another day another dollar"
Where we from, niggas be here today... gone tomorrow
Fell victim to the horror
Life's fucked up so we holla
"Another day, another dollar"
"Another day, another dollar"
Life is hard when the chips are down, the shit gets even harder
Niggas gotta do what they gotta
Life's fucked up so we holla
"Another day, another dollar"
"Another day, another dollar"

 

[fox69]

"Any Girl"
(feat. Lloyd)

"Any Girl"
(feat. Lloyd)



[Intro]
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like!

[Verse 1]
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the leer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!

[Chorus 1]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

[Verse 2]
Uh
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya’ll
All a’ ya’ll petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m fuckin’ like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It’s on!

[Chorus 2]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

[Bridge]
Go shawty
Lemme’ see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!

[Chorus 3]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl

Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!

 

[fox69]

"Back At It Again"

"Back At It Again"


[Intro:]
I'm locked & loaded
Kay Slay what up nigga
I'm back at it man I'm on that shit
It's that nigga catch up
Lil' nigga catch up lil' nigga catch up

[Verse:]
From QU through the Baton Rouge I'm that dude
You should think J. Arms for a full-time jack move
I'm anti-type with my paper the " Black Scrooge"
The black rules for black on black attitude
And shorty show me back to back gratitude
Appreciation reach through ventilation
I'm from the basement led leave permanent scars you can't erase it
And blades give face lifts
We drive spaceships, 300K shit, 500 horses, cause I don't have patience
So the police department wants me in their bracelets
But that's alrite I got my own new face it
To late to patch shit up
Nigga betta have your ratchet tucked
Get enough money to get your casket brought
The broad saw me down, cause I'm the shit flies fly around, I'm on the cali high by the pound
On top of that the spirits of Bob Marley around
As far as my bitch how does the "black barbie" sounds
Now I'm hardly round
The yard is like a jungle
Went from bicycle seats to Ferrari rumbles
Face you gotta luv it
Cause only God could judge it
I kno the streets is blindfold I evolve from it
Now every bar is rugged, for honor of it, I make stadium lift like when Carter dunkin'
I got my father's features, my mother's speeches, the girls fell in luv with me,
I fell in luv with sneakas
Pumas with tha creases
Creases with the preses
And my future is bright like lil' marquises
My mom's nieces like duck seasons
We travel all year long rip apart visas
Fleas are comin out their mouth lik a quene bitch
But a tree to a giant is a toothpick
On my cool shit like show me the money for the coupe shit
Smack you with the gun to make your tooth chip
The bigger the show the bigger the doe
And do the math for what it takes a nigga to go
I done did green & blue so I figure I go
Turn everything yellow like cigarette smoke
I walk around well-known with a cig & coke
Some of the realest shit a nigga done wrote no joke