Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Shock The World"

"Shock The World"


[Intro]
Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay…
Stop that shit and play that bitch from the top man

[Verse 1]
They aint did it how I do it, niggas got the nerve
Major digits through this music, new shit I deserve
Pitch myself offa the ledge, I think I got the urge
Finer things when I’m climbing, diamonds and furs
I keep it rugged, they love it, I’m always out in public
Boy you used to, you suspect and ballin’ on a budget
You a leecher, who does that, don’t go around the subject
Hit the bleachers, you dumb wack and you ain’t get no luck yet
Now you dissin or I’m tripping, cause muthafucker listen
Offend me with what your spitting I’ll be gone through the system
Get the fuck from round me I don’t know you, its tradition
I’m low like there’s a bounty on me, police started tripping

[Chorus]
I’m making ‘em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I’m getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she's gone off my energy
That's right, gone off my energy (gone off my energy)
I’ma shock the World but they all gon’ remember me
She gone off my energy
Gone off my energy

[Verse 2]
Uh, roads still bubbling, ball in every club I’m in
Electric when I’m walking through, come here let me plug you in
Multitask hustlin’ I’m goin’ for the double win
You’re falling off and fumbling
Heading right for trouble, man, I’m pimpin’, I’m poppin’
My Lawyer good as Cochran
If you listen and watch him you realise I drop him
Weed copping, I’m shopping so we all the bitches jocking
Man, I’m minking and crocking, he nervous when I’m dropping
Man I been underdog for too long, its easier to do wrong
Cautious when I get my groove on, that's how they move on
A nigga catch ya slipping, you’ll be booked
Showing off on the internet wit’ what he took, another jooks

[Chorus]
I’m making ‘em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I’m getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she gon’ lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
That's right, gon lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
I’ma shock the World but they all gon’ remember me
She gon’ lift my energy
Gon’ lift my energy

 

[fox69]

"Shot Down"

"Shot Down"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
2 G's Up! {DAMN!} [shot]
Yeah! {LET'S GO!}

[Chorus:]
Them niggas don't like me! (like me...)
I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...)
Jealousy most likely, (likely...)
You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot]
We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...)
Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...)
Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...)
Fuck around and get shot - dooown! {NON STOP! } [shot]

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - PLK to kingpin! - You can't "pin" the "king" down (uh-huh!)
I let somethin' swing 'round that'll knock thing down. (yeeah!)
Eight rings blaow! - Icey knuckle shit
Your chick look good, is the chick I'm prolly fuckin' with. (yeah!) [gunshot]
If your pimpin' her up. - Then I'm a have her suckin' sick (yeah!)
Wardrobe full of tight shit. - Don't nuthin' fit. (naah!)
I don't cuff for shit. - You can have her back tomorrow! (yeah!)
I drop her off in my all nine long Gillard'. (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
And I know! - You rather see me hollow. (uh!)
Lined up and follow, cause all of this pyro. (yeah!)
I drink out the bottle and smoke out the bottle
Buy five rims every car (why?) - in case I hit a pot hole. {COME ON!} [gunshot]
Follow me as we ain' sharin' no space, he gotta move, gotta die!
Fix 'em up real good. - I got the two's, lullaby! (lullaby!)
No big things they love the ride, (ride...)
SouthSide don't be a homicide! (homicide!)

[Chorus:]
Them niggas don't like me! (like me...)
I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...)
Jealousy most likely, (likely...)
You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot] {Whoooooooo!}
We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...) (yeah!)
Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...) (why?) {CAN'T FORGET...}
Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...) {ROGER! }
Fuck around and get shot - dooown! {S.O.D.! } [shot]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - Vanilla Benzo with the hollowproof window (yeah!)
Raised up till I hit the button - make it Limbo! (yeah!)
They call me the "King"! I "Line" a "Punch" like Kimbo, (Kimbo!)
Exotic Endo my garage like a rim show. (whoo!) [gunshot] {DAMN! }
I added one from the intro, I'm built for this
Grizzy! (grizzy!) - They kinda won't survive in the wilderness,
Girls! (girls!) - Follow her I knew he'd be a hater! (right!)
I'm stuntin' with my Caliber - Louis V and Gator! (uh!)
TRAITOR - next to them were niggaz that you beef with
You lucky they faint! - If they wouldn't you'd be in deep shit. (yeah!)
Face neck and tee ripped so eat quick they metal for you
Walk with the talk (uh!) with the sleep (uh!) with the devil. (uh!) {COME ON!}
They don't act up! - Now that I'm active, they know better,
Gold getter! - I got 'em runnin' like [Dante] Culpepper! (pfyuu!)
My last mixtape was a classic
And this one'll do more than match it. {ANGEL!} - YOU BASTARD! [gunshot]

[Chorus:]
Them niggas don't like me! (like me...) (nah!)
I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...) (uh-huh!) {G-UNIT!}
Jealousy most likely, (likely...) (right!)
You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot] {OOOHH!}
We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...) (yeah!)
Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...) (why?)
Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...) (right!)
Fuck around and get shot - dooown! [gunshot] [beat stops] {Whoooooo!}

 

[fox69]

"Show And Prove"

"Show And Prove"


[Hook:]
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's calm
Remain alone
Love, honour and karma all part of my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
The only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
I'm a show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going

[Verse 1:]
There's a lot of ways to make it
And more ways to lose it
You gettin' to it? Then make it count
I got hallways of music
Big world raised a ruler
My boys knew it and they can vouche
Everybody chasing that money
As soon as it comes niggas act funny
What's the hatin' bout?
Same niggas holdin ya baby, got the intentions so crazy
Tryin to get into your paper route
Ah, I bet the same bitch you trustin'
Got your name up for discussion
Ass bussin' to rock her world
She on the crowd tip
Chicken head and proud as shit
Infatuated with foul shit
Diamonds, rocks and pearls, uh
He lost a homie to the same grind
Poison girls, sick to my stomach
Tryin' not to hurl, ah
We live the blood sport, it's game time
Fuck your hood, to free mine
Else get to rock the hood

[Hook:]
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Remain alone
Love, honour and karma all part of my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
I'm a show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going

[Verse 2:]
Uh, gotta learn to handle the pressure
You let the industry stress you
You be pushed out before your time
Me, I love that, shout out to heckler
The "money bag collector", "flow-wrecker, " with my war design
I ain't changed so what the logo
The hate in the streets too crowded, royal rumble
And I'm a see to it that all you crumble
Racks by the buddle relax while I son you
Big name, bigger tha dummy, they walking dead all around me
Change your ways, or be your grave
On chains, alert the county
The same guilt that found me
Still fucked up, repeated days
Cops 'round feel like they want me
Cause my pockets all chuncky, money don't change your profile
So they sick, rather me junky
Bustin raps in my bunky, fuck 'em, see my coat, smile

[Hook:]
I hit the lick, I'm gone
It's hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it's gone
Remain alone
Love, honour and karma what are my favourite songs
I've been down, too long
Only way to pay 'em back's to show 'em
I'm a show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going

[Outro:]
I'm a show 'em all
They don't want me to go
But I'm going

 

[fox69]

"Show Discipline"
(feat. Tony Yayo)

"Show Discipline"
(feat. Tony Yayo)



[Intro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

[Starts off with the beat of Jadakiss & NaS': "Show Discipline"]

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Uh! - You niggas couldn't do me shit, the best thing moving, (uh-huh!)
I make you drool each whip. - Seven letter out the cheddar!
Get the tooly ships' (ssssh!) slug proof leather,
Got the Coogi fit. (uh-huh!) - Y'all fightin' over scraps.
Look at the bright side; I'm lightnin' on a track,
Like Tyson on a mat. - I'll smile right in ya face, and knife you in the back.
You Pekaboo kind - so keep ya two .9's
They all gonna drown in shit, creek and do time. (time!)
If you can't make a hit record, do crime! (crime!)
Cause it'll pop you and any protection you find. (find!)
Him, him and the nigga next to him dyin'
War wound sufferin', neck and chin flyin'.
How the fuck New York fell off, when I'm climbing? ! (Huh?)
Grindin'! - sun is shinin', a hundred diamonds
The problem, is niggas rhymin', it's all common. (whoo!) [gunshot]
That's when I bomb him! - Bin Laden, Saddam him - harm him [blast]
Dumb as his pops, took off the condom. (YEAH!) - I should let em' rob him.
Cut 'em in his tissue, watch him tear like Scharmins
Send him off to Sharpton! (uh-huh!) - I'm golf cartin.
You in the apartment, with no carpet
It's cold as the supermarket,
Nigga! [gunshot] - My pants poppin' out with bread
Pistol poppin out'! - System "knockin" like the Feds. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Lunch for breakfast when I'm hoppin' out the bed stockin' on my head, (head!)
Thinkin' how can I get Fed? (heh?)
I get dressed, match the whip with the fit (uh-huh!)
All white button up six' with the kit. (uh!)
When from always trippin to trips with the clique; click-clack!
The biggest nigga ballin' since Shaq! [gunshot]
Hoes on my sillouette so the tints black
Cross me; you get a contract! - You know combat!
YELLOW TAPE WHERE YA MOMS AT? (mom's at!)
AND I KNOW YOU NIGGAS DONT WANT THAT. (that!)

[Tony Yayo {DJ Whoo Kid}:]
Ayo! - The mini 14 got a red beam
I watch my life style change off of triple beam fled the scene.
Dream Gorilla! - 'Fical killa!
We can beef like Beanie in Bounty Killa. ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
I'm that nigga! - Colgate Bent - gleam Thrilla
Ride through Brownsville hand on my trigga.
I don't care if you dope, sick or 4 months
I'm tryna move 10 birds like very 2 months!
I got that piff and that daddy mayne
All in one blunt - and that 5th and that Cadi man
In case you wanna stunt, I'm on that Big Wheel John shit!
Fuck all you haters! - That liquid bomb shit
That they make in Al Qeada.
Brand new gators! [gunshot]
Shirt's Armani. - Dope from the Africans, {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Coke from the papis, I'm in the streets! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Y'all in the street wiiild - eatin' seadweed
Lookin' gay in Mr. Chou's, y'all niggas ain't bold enough!
Y'all hearts ain't cold enough!
I'm in the hood like Golden Crust!
Squeeze and bust squeeze ya nuts
Put some bass in ya voice when you talkin' to us! - YEAH, NIGGA! [gunshot]

[Outro: Tony Yayo]
Lloyd Bank$, nigga!
Tony Yayo!
"Rotten Apple", nigga!
It's a hostile take-over, if you ain't know man.
New York City!
The Unit is back!
Puttin' that work in nigga! [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Show No Love"

"Show No Love"


[Intro:]
Yeah! [car tires squeal]
Ya say this shit.
Ya know?
2 G's up!
Uh!
Gang Green!
Yeah!
GGG-GGG- G-Unit!
Boy! [2 gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
God don't make no mistakes, it's all written (yeah!)
That's why I'm spittin shit is all rippin'. (uh!) [gunshot]
Everybody rattin' and flippin', it's all different! (uh-huh!)
Your boy glisten. - I send them to the mortician! (huh!) [blast]
They got drama for 'em! - So the Llama on 'em! (yeah!)
I'm Obama strong! (yeah!) - Osama gone! (yeah!)
Golden diamonds on. (yeah!) - The rap's dyin', gone! (yeah!)
I get them all in the truck - the Mack barrel's for 'em. (haha!)
A Mack, I was born! - That's why it come natural.
I ain't gotta hit ya. - I'll let my son clap ya! (yeah!)
I'm aggravated and my clock's runnin' (runnin'!)
I'm on point like the cops comin'. (comin'!) - Don't make me drop somethin' (whoo!) [blast]
This is for the block cousin. - The present and the past!
All I need is my money! - A Desert and a mask! [shot]
You ain't got to ask! - You ain't gettin' in,
Me and you ain't never been friends!

[Chorus:]
(Don't show no love!) It don't matter who you are, what you was,
Showing fake love will get you plugged. (Don't show no love!)
These fake niggas giving fake hugs,
And now your blood dripping up at the club! (Don't show no love!) [gunshot]
Having too many friends'll get you rubbed,
Man that's why I move around with the Snub. (Don't show no love!) [shot]
It don't matter who you are, what you was,
Showing sympathy will get you a slug. (Don't show no love!) [echoes]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - 80's baby! - 4:30 to be exact
Around here, drama don't get squashed you need a Gat. (whooo!)
It's a Catch-22. - Your neighborhood will be the trap
I ain't a role model! - This shit's hard enough just being black. (uh!)
You ain't got the bling Bank$ wearing. - Don't bring the hate near him!
The rap Hank Aaron. - Candy paint glaring! (DRIP!)
Panties on the mirror. (uh!) - A gift from Shakira! ('ey!)
Her baby daddy walking - she want a 4-wheeler! (uh!) [gunshot]
She know the weather's clearer - out in Venezuela (how?)
Cause I told her so - not cause I showed the hoe. (OH!)
I'm a roller yo - since a shorty bro (uh!)
My G.T's black - my seats' oreo! (YEAH!)
We keep 40's low - my fist's camouflaged,
Your threats bore me yo. - They're just audio!
I got all the dough. - It brings orgies in (heey!)
Smoke then I'm gone with the wind! [2 gunshots]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
'Ey! - Pants hangin' off of my ass, I ain't a rockstar, (naah!)
I'm a hood nigga! - That made it off the block dawg (yeah!)
Fling the bandana out window in a limo
Blowing Endo getting head (uh!), bopping to an instrumental. (whooo!)
Keep the heavy metal in case the Jack Boys jump
Loose lips sinks ships. - Don't get your shit sunk (uh!)
Keep a full clip for anybody that touch the bread
Light his ass up! - Jack' O'Lantern his fuckin' head
Fuck the wack shit! - I'd rather listen to Buck instead!
I ain't worried about them! - They ain't even nothin' dead! [gunshot]
Go at them with the Bernie Mac tension
You spending more than you make, you hustling backwards. (haha!)
I jog through rappers, It's nothin but practice
Man, I "Ja Rule" rappers! - Turn them into actors, (OOOHH!)
UHH! - Why you think they salute me when they see me?
Cause half of these niggas wanna be me! [blast]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Show Time (The Games Over)"

"Show Time (The Games Over)"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
OK, OK, OK! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
That's it!
Hahahahh!
You stupid motherfucker!
Huh?
I'm what you wanna be, nigga!
Huh!
Talk that shit in front of me, man.
You already know what time it is man, it's the Unit! (uh!)
Ain't no one better! (yeah!) [gunshot]

[Verse:]
One's for the money! - Two's for the groove,
I cruise! - On the interstate so smooth. (uh-huh!)
Rather be the rebel, move when I wanna move (yeah!)
30 days straight, 30 pair new shoes! (bitch!)
Fools! - Feelin' like they got shit to prove (uh-huh!)
Lose or lose, you do not get to choose (eh-eh!)
Sparks crackling on the top of my view
The rap A-Bomb, so nigga stay calm! [gunshot]
The flow's way gone! - Blue and gray charm
Long firearm, that'll do way harm. (yeah)
I'm a don! - Bitch lock on!
The "www.ididit.com"! (ugh!)
Tried to ruin 'em! (yeah!) - Now I'm on 'em! (yeah!)
From midnight to morning the kid Michael Jordan. (ugh!)
Disappear in thin air the car often
Come to your front door like a orphan! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Breeze in the lot! - Nibble off the auction (uh-uh!)
Dude's exhaustion, I brought New York in. (errr!)
You ever seen a walkin' and talkin' coffin! (huh? !)
Well, that's what I see when I see you again! [gunshot]
You bumped heads with the OD'er
The overseer; see my chrome millimeter (WHOOO!)
Either! - You're just dumb or had too much reefer
Oh, you ain't with it, well I ain't with it either! [blast]
Just my luck, you slip into a seizure (uh!)
Rap don't need ya, slip in cold ether (damn!)
That's speak through a filter and get a microphone fever
Big heart, the temperature of the freezer. (freezer!)
News flash - NOBODY believes ya! (uh-huh!)
Hold your fuckin' head! - Developed amnesia. (haha!)
You ain't me! - Let alone a leader!
Yeah! - You don't even write your own shit! (nigga!)
You feeling hype then go sit
I'll break off a brick and light the whole strip! (pop! pop! pop!)
You want attention! - So I'm addressin' ya
Nigga, I can wrestle ya, a .38 special ya! (uh!) [gunshot]
Come Christmas, it gets messier
The rap messeng ya, running niggas over!
Yeah, I shine! - Line for line, I (yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)
Outwit Einstein, pounds of crime grind. {Whoooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
That SouthSide bullshit, I'm on it! (uh!)
Time to make 'em sick, lung full of vomit.
That's what you get when you spar with Muhammad (uh-huh!)
Cocktail bombs in your car do a comet. [blast]
The hood made him cover up the butterfly! (butterfly!)
Now I'll make him cover up the other eye! (eea!)
Cause you ain't never merked nuttin, that's another lie
Nigga, don't make me, hum you a lullaby! (naaaaaaah!) ("DJ Whoo Kid!")
What's that, you ain't got no help now (noooow!)
They left you all alone for your meltdown. [shot]
You cryin' in the dark and I knew it
Next time you think about killin' yourself, do it! (that's cold!) [shot]
Cause you a - bitch-ass nigga anyway you view it,
It ain't no one from Compton 'til I can't do it.
I'm from a town where they all love fluid,
Anybody that can wear a tounge ring can't talk tough. (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You ain't even seeing half of Fif' {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
You're only one album in and 50 wrote half of it! (haha!)
You said you a rider and you thuggin'!
Turn around and hug Joe Buddens! [blast] (AAAAGGGHHH!)
Now, either that's soft or I'm buggin'
That's what happens when you turn nuttin' into something.
That boy bluffin', he'll talk if they cuff him
It's "All About The Benjamins" and playin' phone, fuck him! ("DJ Whoo Kid!")

[Outro:]
Yeah!
That's it man!
I ain't finished yet playin' with your stupid ass, man!
You confused motherfucker!
Hahahahh!
I got a little advice for your ass too man
Next time you in the room and...
You're all alone... with the light off!
An'-an'- and stuck in the closet!
With your pistol in your mouth!
Thinkin' about blowing your noodles out, nig'!
Haha!
Just go ahead and do it man, trust me! [shot]
You're better off that way!
You're not authentic, nigga!
You're a copy!
Faggot... [gunshot] [beat stops]

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
50 Cent, man check this out!
Hot G-Unit material; Lloyd Bank$!

 

[fox69]

"Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth, Pt. 2"

"Shut Your Bloodclot Mouth, Pt. 2"



Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot, shut ya, shut
Shut ya bloodclot mouth

Uh, greedy
Chillin' by the buildin' with' graffiti
Fuck how you been feelin' nigga, see me when you see me
Yellow Lamborghini, gleamy, the lean meany
I just met her early, bet I get in her easy
Ballin' in the heart of my hood, I'm like PeeWee
Kirkland, when I'm workin' I look like I'm on TV
Ya bitch fine like the product out the strainer
Hoppin' out her character cause I'm a entertainer
I crack the whip, you won't be able to tame her
I been all around her walls, like a painter
I ride, walk and talk like a player
And my face all over the street, like the mayor
Gangin', movin' 'round with iron in the cars
The jelly, cause I'm better than giant with the bars
AMG'ing and I'm flyin' from the Sarge'
Car hopper, young Kobe Bryant on a broad
Please, it ain't no denyin' I go hard
Beast, motherfuckin' lion in the yard
I am no facade, underground lyin' like a God
Ridin' like a don, UFO high and do the job
Excuse me, I'll make you a movie
You lookin' at the wrong neck, you lookin' for jewlery
Cool as AC cause the heat secure me
Fly everyday like it's Easter early
Water-blue Beamer, let's surf
You can be sick, flu, fever... I'm worse
Get in front the light, see who see the line first
I'm a soldier, colder, Vietnam the verse
Truth hurts, and ya'll far from the mafia
Fuck music, the graveyard got a spot for ya
We gon' do him like Joe, just sloppier
Open ya beady eyes, the whole world mockin' ya
Sharper than the lens on binocular
Let them niggas fill you up with gas, I'm poppin' ya
Ride thru the city with the illi
Bet they won't say shit, Milli and Vanilli
I ain't gotta put a penny on a kitty
Made nigga, livin' like a Willie
And I ain't gotta come back, I brung 'em with me
If you think somethin' sweet, hit the street... come get me
Or...

Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut, shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Shut ya bloodclot, shut ya, shut
Shut ya bloodclot mouth
Uh!

 

[fox69]

"Smile"

"Smile"


[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)

[Verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, flat-but it don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
And, I bet you I can make you smile

[Chorus - 2X]

 

[fox69]

"So Forgetful"
(feat. Ryan Leslie)

"So Forgetful"
(feat. Ryan Leslie)



[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Haha! Yeah! Damn! How long has it been?
How you been though? Nah stop, you know I miss you girl!
Ha let's go upstairs though

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Boy Wonder, one summer I was stuntin
Winter folds when I cake more, bag models and crush 'em
I ain't never been a cuffer and my lifestyle is customed
Chromy Cartier karat glare keep me hustlin
My Lamborghini sunked in, dime humpin
Them tight bikinis come when you're out here doin somethin
I know it's somethin for me deep, is it you?
Problem is I'm thinkin her too and your crew
Her girl Sue got a body like a spur new
And I won't cruise, take years to make ya sole move
I'm so cool ice grills from my cold jewels
Make my own rules, baby I'm a freedom lampin old schools
She asked why should she? You think you special?
Hell fuckin yeah now come here let me bless you
Hit yeah no air hit you in the pretzel
And I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Yeah, so forgive me girl I'm so forgetful)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, noooooooo!!!)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress and champagne splashes
Designer glasses, a couple backstage passes
And they fine asses, damn, how did y'all get here?
How are ya gettin home? Cause a nigga gone
Get dressed quick, grab her ass, grab my phone
Walkin out alone smellin like chronic bag cologne
Drivin home still drunk, hope they don't pull me
Cause I'm ridin with the bully and it's loaded fully
Feel me? Game tight girl, I ain't a rookie
Hear me? I love the chips, treat 'em like my family
And we, got a thing for the light
Ball out, fall out, do the same thing tonight
Flashbacks of ass claps it's goin down
Long as she black jack, weed up let's hope we don't snap back (yeah)
The last text I got says "I missed you"
I must've missed somethin, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Somethin 'bout you makes me want to, remember you, remember you)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Forgive me if I don't, remember you)

[Bridge: Ryan Leslie]
Flights and planes, overseas
Don't be mad, you know my steez
All at once, I'll be gone
If you miss me, play this song
I'll do me, you do you
It was good girl, but we're through
For now, yeah, so I bet ya
Girl I bet ya, I'll forget ya

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Girl forgive me, if I don't, remember yooooooouuuuuuu!!!)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So forgive me if I don't remember, yooouuuuuuuuu!!!)
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So many faces, so many places, said it's hard to track them all)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!)

[Outro: Ryan Leslie]
R. Les!!! Just rock with it!!! Blue Hef!!!! Yeah!!!
If I don't remember you, said I swear it's nothin new

 

[fox69]

"Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)"
(feat. Raekwon)

"Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)"
(feat. Raekwon)



[Intro]
I know that sooner (sooner)
Or later (or later)
I'm going to meet my maker

[Lloyd Banks]
I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends
1990's sins, It was all for tha ends
Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins
Before you talk bout money, make a mil' first
You don't dig me - sick me, Either kill me or get killed worse
Your songs in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
Then right after speech time, it's sparkin' the street crime
Niggaz throwin' everything at you, Cept' a peace sign
Live by the gun, Die by the gun
Till' my time come, Im'a spend time witcha son
I could just see them sad, When they remind you of them
Them woulda did the same thing, We confined to the slum
And those that don't adapt, they either blind deaf or dumb
Spine of a squirrel, Mind of a girl set to run

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + Female Sample]
Why run nigga, it's gon cost
Its gon come nigga but till' the day it does
Im'a hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love

[Raekwon]
Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater
Half a billy a five, 2 macs in da ride
They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo
Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped
Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill
They dumb out wit uzi's and wheels yo
Steak'll take meetings, beefin' too much dough - the legion
Bat in my hand - the sweet eastern
Losin' money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that
or don't come back, or get clap at
Me and my bitches in tha kitchen
One sucking dick - I paid to have shot and sent to the Brinxton
Dogs eatin' calamari, coke in a larrari's jar
Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly's god
Get wit the gods or get wit the mob
From Shalom to queens, we wild wit the beams

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Don't blame me blame South Side, That's what made me my - crazy high
But I'll spot a traitor out my lazy eye – ladies spy
I'm the one you wanna have that baby by - Maybe I'm
Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone
Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome
Alien phone home, ET in my throne
I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach
When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered
And bad news keeps you weak and numb
Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son
I shoulda listened, friends turned foe
The toast so the fo' fo' will make a nigga run like Ocho - Cinco on my mink hoe
I'm the protégé of pimpin' livin' for the sippin'
now that they rolled away to Clinton
Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin'
Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in

[Chorus]