Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Playa Shit"

"Playa Shit"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
{WHAT?}
Don't love a hoe...
Don't love a hoe...
Don't love a hoe... {SADA POP!}

[Chorus:]
I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!)

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON!}

[Verse:]
I'm +In My Zone+ bitch! (bitch!) - Leave me alone bitch! (bitch!)
All I swing this dick don't call me when you need a loan bitch! (Bitch you crazy?)
You should hear all the bullshit they try to shoot me (uh-huh!)
Just cause I'm in the hotel lobby don't mean I'm a groupie. {NON STOP! }
Look shorty I could care less (less!); and you could always go home
There's other females in the hallways to bone.
Be the same one that's always alone - while her friends gettin' dunn an' dirty,
Down in room 130 - nut on her son's Jersey.
I'm dunn, miss! - And the flick of one wrist.
Then they go back home to they boyfriends and tongue kiss. {COME ON!}
I neva had a wifey! (no!) But that don't mean I'm lookin'.
I woulda been left my OG, but I needa cookin'.
Cause I been stuck on the road! - Every day KFC.
As soon as I'm done; she on her knees A.S.A.P. {Whooooooo! }
I pro'lly neva change! (no!) - Bank$ is a gigalo! (no!)
Save the fussin' fer Justin! - You can "Cry A River" hoe. (hoe!)

[Outro 1:]
You know you can't expect me to be a nice guy... all the time. {HAHA!}
You know what grandma ma always used to tell me when I was younger.
"Baby the only thing open after 3 o'clock... is legs and fast food."

[Chorus:]
I'm on that playa shit! {HAHA!}
Bag 'em, call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT?}
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!) {WHAT?}
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (yeah!) {COME ON!}

I'm on that playa shit!
Bag 'em call 'em fuck 'em leave 'em! (yeah!)
You on that hata shit!
Sucka dick I don't need 'em! (yeah!)
These bitches make me sick!
See me act like I don't see 'em! (yeah!)
Go home and baby sit!
Bitch it ain't my job to feed 'em! (YEAH!)

[Outro 2:]
{LLOYD BANK$!... CAN'T WE STOP!... HAHA!}
You know who you are man. {WHAT?}
You know just same... "Lotta fuckie gotta all it'd be so rule on a record! "
Haha!
You bankin' in the Emmy mission for do this shit, I wouldn't have 'em.

 

[fox69]

"Playboy"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

"Playboy"
(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)



[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]

Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn winners or you and your man’s finished
You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch
Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round
You let your wife roll she want a divorce now
You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully
You’ll never take this from me
The riders and the gangstas with me
([Whoo Kid:] God Damn)
You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem
See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)
I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’
You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’
I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators
They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us
You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)
You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches
Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed
I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes
Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (C’mon)

[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one (What)
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home (Whoo)
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(God Damn Let’s Go)

[Verse 2]

I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer
I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)
Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Santa
Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong
Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)
You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the Hospital for hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’
I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny
You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics
You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (Damn)
Even my father knows where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze that means my time froze
Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)
Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing
Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel
Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (Damn)

[Chorus]
Don’t ice me
You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)
There’s a lot of girls here
Go and get up on one
We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone
If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us
You gon’ walk home
Go someone else where
They know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on each side
Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)
And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)
And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
What, man fuck what he said
Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)
Ohhhhhhhh
([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)

 

[fox69]

"Playboy (Live In Belgium)"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck, DJ Whoo Kid)

"Playboy (Live In Belgium)"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck, DJ Whoo Kid)



[Chorus: 50 Cent (Young Buck)]
I'll teach ya how to stunt! (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
Nigga you can't see me, my Bentley
GT got smoke-gray tints (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
I'll teach you how to stunt! (OOH!)
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay (OOH!)
Gleaming, I'm shining man (OOH!)
I'll teach ya how to stunt!
I see you scheming, nigga keep on (PUT 'EM UP! YEAH!)
Dreaming, I hurt ya mans (YEEEAAAHHH!)
I'll teach ya how to stunt! (HERE WE GO MOTHAFUCCAS!)

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin' (NOW THAT I'm RAPPIN'!)
But the kids used to look up to you. (WHAT HAPPENED?) [ovation] [screams]
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum [ovation] [screams] {PLATNIUM!}
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one. (BLACK ONE!)
On point, cause you get R.I.P's {UH-OH! UH-OH!} when slacking {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the Mack ina. [shot] [beat stops] (Time easy go!)

[ovation]
[applause]
[screams]

[Skit]
[50 Cent:] Time easy go... You want new shit again?
[Crowd:] WHAOOU! HUUUUUUUUHHHH! YEYEYEEEEE!
[50 Cent:] Brand new shit?
[Crowd:] HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!
[50 Cent:] You want 'nother shit, right? Or want new shit?
Well, okay, let's go. Shit! But put-put play rules!
[Young Buck:] Let's do this shit!
[Whoo Kid:] OOOOOH, Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan! Get a nigga Buck!
[50 Cent:] Let's go! [beat starts] AIYYO, ready? AIYYO, READY? Fuck this!
[Young Buck:] YEAH!
[Lloyd Bank$:] YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! [shot]

[Lloyd Bank$ (50Cent) {Young Buck}:]
Guess who's the man this winter? (OOH!) straight out the land of sinners? (OOH!)
The Range with hella spinners (OOH!) - check out the white wrist. (WAOV!)
Roll with the damn winners (OOH!) - or you and your man's finished. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!}
You and your Rams fitted - turn off the light switch. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!}
Holdin' my torch down (TORCH DOWN!) {BLOW!} even when the force 'round (FORCE 'ROUND!) {BLOW!}
You let your wife roll {YEAH!} (SHE WANT A DIVORCE NOW!) {YEAH!}
You niggas ain't this gully (GULLY!) - playas'll paint ya skully, {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!}
You'll never take this from me. - The riders and the gangstas with me. (GANGSTAS WIT' ME!) [shot]
You shouldn't be a problem (PROBLEM!) {C'MON!} - I ain't be a problem (PROBLEM!) {C'MON!}
See ya later, I read ya {C'MON!} head you be a Rodman. (YOU BE A RODMAN!)
I know ya type, hoppin all {YEAH!} over the beat screamin', {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
You call it hypin' yaself up (I CALL IT STREET DREAMIN'!). [shot] {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!}
I do it for all of the haters (HATERS!) {YEAH!} - the playas ball with the gators (GATORS!) {YEAH!}
They lookin' forward to favors {YEAH!} gossip is all they gave us. (THEY GAVE US!)
You niggas wasn't quiet - meet the whales and fishes <½WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You lit the precinct up - (PLAYIN' TATTLE TALE WITH THE SNITCHES!) [shot] {BLOW!}
Even my momma knows {C'MON!} - I got all kind of hoes (KIND OF HOES!) {C'MON!}
They wait outside the show {C'MON!} - stripped after the (DINER CLOSED!) {C'MON!}
I'll be designer clothes {YEAH!} without the winer woes. (WITHOUT THE WINER WOES!)
Take off my baby blue mink (BABY BLUE MINK!) - and Carolina bowls. (BOWLS!) {C'MON!}
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet. {C'MON!} [ovation]
I never trust a bitch, (I NEVER TRUST A BITCH!) {C'MON!} I blame Lorena Bobbet. {C'MON!}
Niggas stay and pocket (NIGGAS STAY A POCKET!) {BLOW!} - I know you're made at me (MAD AT ME!)
But shit ain't all peaches and cream {OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!} and I ain't Sara Lee. (BITCH!)
{OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck} <DJ Whoo Kid>]
Don't ice me {OOH!} - you starin' at the wrong one {PUT 'EM UP!}
There's a lot of girls here - go and get up on one. {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
We at the bar poppin' - bottles 'til they all gone (GONE!)
If you ain't leavin' here with us - you gon' walk home. (OOOH!) <WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! >
Go someone else where {OOOH!} - they know how we ride (KNOW HOW WE RIDE!)
If you a Playboooy,
You got one on each side (ONE ON EACH SIDE!)
Keep your mouth clooosed,
We don't let the beef ride! (LET THE BBEF RIDE!)

[Bridge (1.) { Lloyd Bank$, (Bank$, Buck, 50 & Whoo Kid)]
Everybody on the left put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
Everybody on the right put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
Everybody up front put yo hands up! (PUT YA HANDS UP!)
And everybody out back put yo hands up!
And if you in here with a strap - put yo hands up! [shot] - NOW PUT 'EM UP!

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
I do this for the hood (OOH!) - niggas stuck in the slammer (OOH!)
I smile cause I'm good - you act tough for the camera (FOR THE CAMERA!) {PUT 'EM UP!}
Learn from the hood kids, {C'MON!} they ain't fuckin' with' Santa (SANTA!)
Cause they like Tupac more. - Word to my grandma. (GRANDMA!) {OOOH!} [shot]
I figure I might as well leave here with my Glock drawn (GLOCK DRAWN!) {AIIIIGGHHTT!}
Cause they'll take you to jail, {AIIGHT!} even when you not wrong. (NOT WRONG!)
Dog your not this flashy, (FLASHY!) {OOH!} dogs you got to blast me (BLAST ME!) {OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!}
Every rock is classy, (CLASSY!) nobody on your block can match me. {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!}
[shot] You shouldn't want to fight, (FIGHT!) {C'MON!} unless you wanna fight (FIGHT!) {C'MON!}
For your life in the Hospital {YEAH!} for hundred nights (NIGHTS!) {YEAH!}
I know your type, (RUN BEHIND YOUR GIRLFRIEND RUSHIN'!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!}
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin' (HANDCUFFIN'!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!}
I'm on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin' my family {C'MON!}
All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny (PUERTO RICAN CANNY!) {C'MON!}
You niggas wasn't tough <½WHAT? ½> - I should've snapped some pics. (SOME PICS!)} OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
You wear ya pants tight - play pitty pat with the chicks. (CHICKS!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!}
Even my father knows (FATHER KNOWS!) {AIGHT!} - where the Revolver goes. (REVOLVER GOES!) {YEAH!}
I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes. [shot] {AIGHT!}
And my diamonds froze (DIAMONDS FROZE!) {YEAH!} - that means my time froze (MY TIME FROZE!)
Be in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close. [shot] {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}
Half of these so-called real (SO CALLED REAL!) niggas'll probably sing (PROBABLY SING!) {C'MON!}
Naw I ain't pullin' over, (PULLIN' OVER!) {YEAH!} - learned that from Rodney King (RODNEY KING!)
{YEAH!} So tell ya homie chill (HOMIE CHILL!) you know I hold the steel (YOU KNOW I HOLD THE STEEL!)
Everything from jabs to hooks and (YOU AIN'T HOLYFIELD!) {OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!}

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {Young Buck}:]
Don't ice me {PUT 'EM UP!} - you starin' at the wrong one {PUT 'EM UP!} (Whooooo!)
There's a lot of girls here - go and get up on one. {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!}
We at the bar poppin' {PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!} - bottles 'til they all gone.
If you ain't leavin' here with us {AIGHT!} - you gon' walk home. (YOU GON' WALK HOME!)
Go someone else where {YEAH!} (YEAH!) - they know how we ride. {YEAH!} (YEAH!)
If you a Playboooy
You got one on each side (ONE ON EACH SIDE!)
Keep your mouth clooosed,
We don't let the beef ride!

[Bridge 1: Lloyd Bank$, Young Buck, 50Cent & Whoo Kid]
Everybody on the left put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
Everybody on the right put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
Everybody up front put yo hands up! PUT YA HANDS UP! (PUT 'EM UP!)
And everybody out back put yo hands up! (PUT 'EM UP!)
And if you in here with a strap - put yo hands up! [shot]

[Bridge 2: Lloyd Bank$ (Lloyd Bank$, Young Buck, 50 & Whoo Kid)]
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
WHAT? MAN FUCK WHAT HE SAID!
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
NOW PUT 'EM UP! - (PUT 'EM UP!)
YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! AAAAAAOOOOOO-AAAAAAOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!
[Young Buck:] OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[ovation]
[applause]
[screams]

 

[fox69]

"Playboy 2"

"Playboy 2"


[Lloyd Banks Intro]
Whooooooooooooo.....

[Chorus:]
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all iced up yup, pocket knifed up yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Verse]
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder
your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
we in them Lambs the colour of Candy Yams
the only niggas in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out to France
thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of ?? in my sock, I'm hot
if I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not
these haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
all I got is the street, my word, my glock
these little niggas emulatin' me know why
know why, know why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
hologram rims, a lot of Benjamins
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliqêe is poppin'
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
now we got enough toys to knock the city back
beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
they copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
the illest never one at a time, just by the two's
and oh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up
You and your cliqêe get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up
If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein handcuffs
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..

Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!

 

[fox69]

"Porno Star"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)

"Porno Star"
(feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)



[Intro: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I don't even know how to explain it; you know?
You know from {CAN'T FORGET... } time to time she's on my mind, youknowwhatImean? {RED SPYDER! }
She's my kind of girl. Hahaha!
You know every now and then you might find somebody you feel like understands.
You a little bit, you know? {"MONEY IN THE BANK"... }
It's all good man... {PART 1! } {Whooooooo! }

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Something like a porno star (whoo!)
She something like a superfreak (uh-huh!)
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low she's a professional. {DAMN! }

My kind of girl porno star. (whoo!)
She something like a superfreak. (uh-huh!)
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low shes a professional. {SHADYVILLE! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Around the Carolina hood see, most niggas called her hoe and diss her,
Cause she's slowly growing up to be like her older sister.
She got a bad reputation so you don't hold and kiss her
And after one conversation youd prob'ly fold in twister.
It ain't hard to tell that honey dumb
She's 18 goin' on 21, Mama don't know where she get her money from.
Hoppin' in the naughty cars, stuffed in the backseat
Lookin' to score big, cause she fucks all the athletes.
Somethin' like a princess gone wrong
Used to be a ballerina now she performs to the "Thong Song".
Happily had plans to enroll in college
Now youd rather slide down metal poles for dollas.
Your fingernails and your toes is polished,
But your brains on freeze - in other words frozen knowledge.
All your plans and your goals demolished,
You grew up in SouthSide. Why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Something like a porno star {Whooooooo! }
She something like a superfreak (uh-huh!)
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low she's a professional.

My kind of girl porno star. {CAN'T FORGET... } (whoo!)
She something like a superfreak. (uh-huh!) {G-UNIT... }
I never seen her on tape before,
But when she go low, she's a professional. {ICE! } - My kind of girl...

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I still remember how it all started school - cuttin' from class
Every boy you knew touching yo' ass - headed no where fast.
I ain't gonn' lie shorty I used to laugh (hahaha!)
Cause you was the main topic on math. {Whooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I seen her in the mall shoppin' now I'm contemplating bout stoppin'
Cause she could get me off like Cochran now that dinner was poppin'.
Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin' (uh-huh!)
He prob'ly thought shed grow-up to get married or somethin'.
But little did he know his little princess was a city hoe,
Pretty, ooh! The face, tight from the video. {SADA POP! }
Damnn! This bitch is thick - she on the Lil Kim' shit
See her hair match the color of her lipstick.
Now this chick claimed to love jewelry like Slick Rick (uh-huh!)
And had a walk on her that would leave you with a stiff dick.
Jeans had a sick fit (damn!) - to make a long story short
This ain't the type a bitch you wanna stick with.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Something like a porno star (whoo!)
She something like a superfreak (uh-huh!)
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low she's a professional.

My kind of girl porno star. (whoo!)
She something like a superfreak. (uh-huh!)
I never seen her on tape before
But when she go low shes a professional.

{MY KIND OF GIRL... } [explode]

 

[fox69]

"Power Pack"

"Power Pack"


[Chorus:]
I'm one wandering freee... Just livin' in a dream...
Everyday that goes by, it's the same oldd shit...
I'm like a captain on a ship, with no sudden cause...
Only run on a power pack, babbyyyy, yeaahhhh, yeahh...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
Thirty niggaz outside, forty-fives 'round
Traffic died down, ain't nobody organized now
Just because we did it doesn't mean you can
Doesn't mean you can't, but there ain't no ink left in my stamp
Fuck the world I can't grow white sand with chronic plants
Smellin' like two different perfumes, the bedroom champ
Genie grant me one wish, I wish to see my niggaz
My pop and grandma, I got a million hugs to give her
My boy supposed to be in a league where doubles triple
But niggaz slipped him a mickie, now he can't dribble
Little niggaz don't exist, blame that on hollow tips
Everybody grown, Southside's the daily horrordome
'Fore my nigga passed, he gave me gang goon
'Fore his baby came, maybe he got caught up in the '80's chain
Don't light a candle for me, light they block
Pop everything in eye's view, bloody homicide, ooh...

[Chorus:]
I'm wandering free. Just livin' in a dream...
Everyday that goes by, it's the same oldd shit...
I'm like a captain on a ship, with no sudden cause...
Only run on a power pack, babbyyyy, yeaahhhh, yeahh...

[Verse 2:]
Yeah...
Henny and haze, now I'm dazed
I'm more than ten year phase, fifteen to be exact, back to first page
Money power respect, that's what the verse say
Swagger style, word play, crocodile furs, hey
Fly since the third grade, you playin' catch up
Check out my Louie bag, hat, wallet and the vest, what
Big jewelry neck truck
A Cadillac that caught your shorty with her dress up, I had to clap her
After all of that hatin', the hood still waitin'
Errbody debatin', the spots mine for takin'
Bullshit, I menage through
They get to share I get blunts rolled, massage too, party like the stars do
Rob who, I'm holdin' heat like Dre
Night day, in the 760, light grey
Behave the right way, this ain't the spot for play
Don't be stupid, I got arms like Dr. J, hey...

[Chorus:]
I'm wandering free... Just livin' in a dream...
Everyday that goes by, it's the same oldd shit...
I'm like a captain on a ship, with no sudden cause...
Only run on a power pack, babbyyyy, yeaahhhh, yeahh...

[Outro:]
V... 5 [Repetition - until music fades]

 

[fox69]

"Predator"
(feat. Styles P)

"Predator"
(feat. Styles P)



[Chorus:]
The sky is gray
It's like this everyday
The town is full of predators
That I'm turning into prey
I Flip a million out of nothing
Make them feel a certain way
Hoping that this swisher
Puts me in a purple haze
I got my eyes on the money
The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'
And I am back in the zone and it's funny
Chronic bag the cologne
Another half and I'm gone
Hope the shit in my bone
Don't become me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Horses like the derby, how I'm on my pace
Speakers booming, trunk knocking like a room of apes
I'm spinning donuts, give me too much space
Like the abducted, how I do my tapes
Get on the gate, I want it all like Deebo
Million dollar people
He gonn' crowd when I get in the car
Vroom Vroom, see you at the top
I'm always clubbing
How I don't see you while I see me
In rocks, golden onyx
Bumblebee with the watch
Some be talking reckless, cause some gonn' be with the cops
I got the one and two slot, you'll be number three when I stop
I got the bitches in shot, They going full above it, pussy popping
Be Hopkins, Go bar for bar whatever Nicki dropping
She jocking, she in the car with me, she take me shopping
She tricking, heir to the corner cause the hood be watching
They boxed in, with no option to [?]
Balling like a motherfucker, living out my fathers hopes

[Chorus:]
The sky is gray
It's like this everyday
The town is full of predators
That I'm turning into prey
I Flip a million out of nothing
Make them feel a certain way
Hoping that this swisher
Puts me in a purple haze
I got my eyes on the money
The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'
And I am back in the zone and it's funny
Chronic bag the cologne
Another half and I'm gone
Hope the shit in my bone
Don't become me

[Verse 2: Styles P]
All the folks used to think I was a piece of shit
Used to be crack money, then I got my sneakers
With my eyes on the prize, don't you even try to peek at it
I ain't just holding this gun, nigga I sleep with it
Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside
Gave them niggas a voucher on how I put it down, Outside
Now it's room service for dinner
And I ain't in the telly, I'm at home, I'm a winner
You ain't Bruce Lee, and I ain't the dragon that will end up in your home
In an Audi wagon holding on the chrome
My niggas lift weight like it's barbells
All I know is entrepreneurs, models, and cartels
Athletes, Actors, My niggas that will break your back in half
And leave you a card for a chiropractor
Me and Banks got our eyes on the banks
You fucking with the sharks, c'mon and dive in the tank
Waddup

[Chorus:]
The sky is gray
It's like this everyday
The town is full of predators
That I'm turning into prey
I Flip a million out of nothing
Make them feel a certain way
Hoping that this swisher
Puts me in a purple haze
I got my eyes on the money
The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'
And I am back in the zone and it's funny
Chronic bag the cologne
Another half and I'm gone
Hope the shit in my bone
Don't become me

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I'm the best thing God made after he made beats
I don't sleep, I'm going over my Hall of fame speech
First off, I wanna thanks my fans, and thank my haters
And thanks their girls for wanting to get against their favors
A baby born soft, we beat the candy out him
Lil man land on his pops, now that's a family problem
The summers gone, I still be kicking with Summy
Let my tombstone read: Gone, getting to the money
Let the bird get the crumb, Don't trick a panty or then diss him
Henessy to the ground, hope my enemies don't get none
Shooter in all black, but he spanking with the mac
You run up on me sideways, you'll be planking on your back
Benzes from the benches, Benjy Franklins all for rap
Cold grimmy bitches, which junks the cause of clap
Out the country, thousand pictures, then took them New York and back
Lashing out the competition, the shook them right off the map

[Chorus:]
The sky is gray
It's like this everyday
The town is full of [?]
I Flip a million out of nothing
Make them feel a certain way
Hoping that this swisher
Puts me in a purple haze
I got my eyes on the money
The only reason I'm gonna keep goin'
And I am back in the zone and it's funny
Chronic bag the cologne
Another half and I'm gone
Hope the shit in my bone
Don't become me

 

[fox69]

"Probably Want Me Down"

"Probably Want Me Down"


[Intro:]
"V5"!
2010!
TAKIN' OVER!
DAMN!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around.
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground...

I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas stab.
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown!
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {LET'S GO! }

[Verse 1:]
Yo! - I bet a million niggaz want me locked up! Shot up!
Shined while I lay there! - I went down! - Got up! - Now what?
You gon' do better! - No more follower? - Naah!
I done worked so hard my momma smile stuck {Whooo! }
Two hundred thou' truck! - Two hundred thou' car! - Two hundred thou' neck! (yeah!)
You got a house yet? - Check my outfit! (uh!)
It wouldn't fit you, right? (naah!) - I'm no new nigga! (naah!)
They wear their shit too tight! {COME ON! }
80's baby, 'bout my paper, fuck you, pay me!
Break your ego, fuck your lady!
That's why they been cuffin' ladies, (whoo!)
Some are real! Some are shady!
Bet I see you through a tint,
With my loafs on! - Laughin' louder then the money spent!

[Chorus:]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around. {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Probably want me six feet in the ground...

I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas stab.
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown!
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {LLOYD BANK$!}

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - Can't nobody tell me a thing, I put the work in? (uh!)
Funny how all the complainin' karmas when they hurtin' (YEAH!)
They swag surfin'! - They hangin' off my board,
Till I kick 'em! - I owe no-one but the Lord! {HAHA! }
Your a baby! - Does that thing need an umbilical cord?
Oh! When I eat you eat? Naaah! - They get ignored! (ugh!)
Full bank account but I rob 'fore it's empty (yeah!)
You haters gon' tempt me! And buy me another Bentley! (yeah!)
Probably never met me! - How could you hate a stranger?
Envious of where there goin' and they came and ain't cha? (ain't cha!)
Ain't you sick and tired - of being sick and tired? (sick and tired!)
Do what you do to hustle? - Keep all your bitchin' quiet! {DAMN!}

[Chorus]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around.
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {CAN'T FORGET...}

I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas stab. {THE WHOLE WORLD}
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown! {LLOYD BANK$!}
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down! {"V5"!}
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {DAMN!}

[Outro:]
CLASSIC! [beat fades out]
DAMN!
IT AIN'T OVER!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
COME ON!

 

[fox69]

"Protocol"

"Protocol"


[Verse 1:]
Loud pack in the back, no sneaking pass I'm warrant hot
Put everything in my rack, sneaker stacks in an orange box
Now she want me on the spot, I'm in there no alarm clock
Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it's 4 o'clock
A million and one more weirdos, they don't get another run here though
I been loading this gun all year, so when it unloads
It might leave a bigger hole, in your pay rank about 0
Major Bank on my ear lobe, tat me Gs up, hoes down
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes
Catch me out chasing them zeroes
Zoo keeper, I'm furred up, new speakers I'm turned up
Due to reefer I burned up
Drinking like it's my first cup
I ram that cat to a 90, Bitch wuh? Eat what?
I'll leave that to the zombies
Bet these thirsty rats wanna line me
Big gold gat when you find me
Clean my wheel make everything shiny
I get back when the clock is timing, shit
Whoever thought we'd get this far?
This for those that died to soon
Purple weed around the room
R I P to Sha Da Goon

[Hook:]
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
I'm rocking thousand dollar kicks
More drugs, more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

[Verse 2:]
Don't get on my shit list
I give all y'all the business
Let your #1 fan be the witness
Is this #1 champ for the bitches
You lucky to be my apprentice
Ball so hard, got a slipped disk
I'm wherever lobster and shrimp is
And I'm ringed up like the Olympics
Man I'm making it rain by the inches
You dumb as hell, who you claim to be
Means more than water
Come be a part of my famous team
Banks shot her, up on the glass
She said I ain't never come that fast
I said I ain't never done that either
If she only knew about my past
My bars are stupid up, troop right, can't dumb it down
Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat's eye
Any girl any good get my wood
She front on me, she ain't wrap right
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight
In the day time, and the mac tight
All it happens, nigga it's crackin'
With a rock and a crack pipe
Shawty suck my dick, take a pic
Show and tell and go to hell
Fourteen carat, ballin habit
Goldie ways, go Chanel

[Hook:]
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
I'm rocking thousand dollar kicks
More drugs, more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

 

[fox69]

"Put It Back"

"Put It Back"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[kids ovation]
YEAH! [echoes]
Once again... [echoes]
It's the "PLK"! [echoes]
One day... [echoes] {LET'S GO! } I'm BACK! [echoes] {DAMN!} [gunshot]

[Verse:]
First things first!
Ain't nobody touching me swag-style or verse! (naaah!)
I chilled a little while but I'm back! - Now it hurts! (uh!)
The games full of he, she's and it's time to lift they skirts Platinum Diamonds to they shirts.
[shot] {OOOOHH! } I'm a Diamond in your dirt! (whooo!) - Neighborhood dust ball,
Man fuck y'all! - You're hating cause I'm caking and your truck small.
Plus y'all - mediocre flows can't cut it
Hip-Hop's too flooded [scream] - wack niggas with budgets! (yeah!)
Fuck it! I'll just ignore 'em! - I'm pretty good at that
I'm hooded black the crown left the town - I'm a put it back! (yeah!)
Now how hood is that? (yeah!) - You in a woulda, coulda, shoulda lane (whaaaa'?)
DNA full of sugar 'caine! (yeah!)
It's "Termination On Sight" - the white good in aim
My dash got the wooden grain, they took yours what a shame. (shame!)
You had been abducted in the hall of lames (lames...)
Niggas ain't calling shots; they just calling names! [gunshot]
Marijuana memory, alcoholic vains (vains!)
Nigga I just want the money! - You can have all the fame! (yeah!)
I had a glow before my chain!
Before the cameras and reporters came to witness a ballers rain!
Rain don't stop the parade - I just raise the roof
I'm the truth! Pleanty of old stereos Osama proof. (whoo!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo}
My mama go shopping when she's bored! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
A beautiful feeling and I chop a nigga for it. (nigga for it!)
I'm tougher than than a bid in Thataca kids in Africa (uh!)
You know I massacre (uh!) - anybody you can think of; (yeeeeaah!)
Think of me I'm spectacular monster - count Dracula
Anything that'll scare ya! - BOO! - I'm right in back of ya!
Half of ya know the deal the other, half don't even matter,
Matter of fact I got a Gat for that! I pop it in your blatter. (uh!)
I'll add (uh!) a million of the niggas up! - I lay 'em down and pick 'em up!
Play around you getting cut - layed in a hospital truck. - What? ! (ooooooooaaaaaooooooooooohhhh!)

[Outro:]
"5 And Better" nigga! [echoes]
Bring whoever nigga... [echoes]
It's the Unit! [echoes]
Boy! [car crash] [beat stops] [kids ovation]