Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"SouthSide"

"SouthSide"


[Intro: Announcer talks]
Mind stares of a million pairs of eyes...
Lookin' hard but won't realize, that they will never see!
The...

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
B-... A-... N-K-$!
S-K in the back of the truck. - Nigga what? (nigga what?)
I'm remarkable! - Roll through the hood with' an arsenal
Lookin' for a bitch to put the sausage to. (YEAH!) [shot]
You niggas fallin' off! - I'm startin to feel like I'm responsible. {DAMN! }
Uuuuuuh! - The reason they won't respond to me!
Is all my niggas jump the gun? (oops!) - You sneeze and they stompin' you.
Back neck, knees and ya arms is too! (whooo!) {NON STOPS! }
Ya album was a bad brick (bad brick...)
Homeboy. (homeboy...) - I been hot since Freddy Krueger's last hit!
I'm incredible! - The one thing I won't ever do
Is slip up! - And tell you that {GOD-... } these bitch niggas ahead of you. {DAMN! }
Real niggas, we don't want game tight. (game tight...)
Bag a new bitch and fuck her the same night. (same night...)
I could take care of these niggas on my own (on my ooown...)
Patiently waitin for Yayo to come home! (come hoome...) [shot] {Whooooo! }
Get the fuck out my way, I'm in the zone! (in the zone!)
Muthafucka fist fight I hold the chrome. {SHADYVILLE! } - YEAH!

[Chorus:]
Bitch, SouthSide 'til the day I die,
So you muthafuckas know where I'm from! (I'm from...)
Niggas are jealous of the things I buy
So I gotta move around with my gun. (my gun...) [shot]
If you don't smoke the kinda weed I smoke,
Don't bring ya bullshit around me. (aound me...)
I'm the number one nigga comin' out this year,
So be satisfied with' 2 or 3. (or 3...) {Whooooooooooooo! }

[Outro:]
Yeah! [echoes]
Ya heard right nigga? [echoes]
Can't none o' y'all niggs fuck with' the kid! [echoes]
I don't give a fuck! [echoes]
You get mad? [echoes]
Feel bad? [echoes]
Call my name pussy! [echoes]
I ain't goin NOWHERE! [echoes]
G-UUUNIT! [echoes] [shot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Southside"

"Southside"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Bridge:]
I done learn from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not!
Like who's gon' run and who's not!
Like who's gon' shoot if you shot! [gunshot]
Who gone hold they own - who's not? Who gone change the spots?

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! {NONE STOP! } Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {NONE STOP! }

[Verse 1:]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head [3 gunshots]
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed. {Whooooooooo! }
I stay a wake - cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead.
The killer fled witta fuckin' laugh.
My heart pumpin' on blast, I just stare at him something to grasp.
Arms moving - figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug.
There I stood stiffer than wood, see homie use to buy me candy,
Now he's gone whose provide his family.
My earring is should have been runnin' I never thought I could be that sick.
Damn! I was suppose to see that shit.
That's when I thought! (thought!) - It was more than 3 shots (shots!)
He could have been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block.
I turn around to my pops, he like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin', [shot] I can still hear 'em laughin'.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {CAN'T FORGET... }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {HASSAN! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {BRITNEY SHA! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

[Verse 2:]
It was a regular day {Whoooo! } in SouthSide sprink-aklers kids running
All of a sudden heads turnin' somebody did somethin'.
This nigga name, I forgot. Fuck it! He lived around the block.
Regular getting money nigga, but love to clown a lot.
Walked across the park stuntin' - frontin'
Diamond in his ears! - Diamond watch on, eatin' a bag of popcorn.
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away - so he threw the bag in her face.
She felt disrespected! {DAMN! } - Shorty couldn't except it
Called him a pussy! - Told him she be back in a second!
He didn't pay her no mind, called her bitch 'bout four times
Stayed in the park - with no niggas with and no .9! [gun cocks]
Then in no time - older nigga from behind; swung a baseball bat,
Left his face all cracked! - Told him take all that.
Hit him again popped; his chain with a frown
Left the clown with' his stain on the ground. [shot]

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {CAN'T FORGET... }

In the streets of New York! {VIOLATOR! } Can't trust nobody! {JAMES' CREW! }
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CHRIS LADY! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {Whoooooo! }

[Verse 3:]
And all my days {Whooooo! } go by blowin' that sticky, icky!
California made me picky! Chicken heads tryin' to stick me with a hicky!
If we go up quickly, stick me somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter I'm SouthSide to they hit me.
I'd be dead! (dead...) - It foots can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys,
But I don't know Scarface, I'd push with bill, my heart spills;
For the kids that ain't got nothin' they gotta steal and for my
Cousin, I lost slumped over the steering wheel.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! - Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby {CAN'T FORGET... }
You wanna rob me, you gonna {PR! } leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can't trust nobody!
Niggas'll run up on you with a 12'' Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {YAYO! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin' Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, {CRY! } you gonna leave here with a body. [echoes]

[Outro:]
"MO' MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 3: CA$HING IN! "
"HUNGER FOR MORE"...
OUT NOW!
PICK IT UP!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
I'm a tell you sum'hin', right?
I don't even know this niggas, youkno'msayin'?
Niggas feel like they KNOW ME!... And they lis... listening to my music!
And they like: "No! No! NO! Don't you think 50's shit!... 50Cent fucked the hood! "
50 IS THE HOOD, NIGGA!

 

[fox69]

"Southside Story"

"Southside Story"


[Intro]
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gone run and who's not?
Like who's gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who's not
Who's gone choose spots?

[Chorus]
In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Nigga's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Loyalty comes free and smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body

[Verse 1]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he's gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still hear em' laughin'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his ear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Slumped over the steering wheel

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Special"

"Special"


[Coin drops]
[Starts off with the beat of Mobb Deep & Tony Yayo's: "Click Click".]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! [beat starts]
'Ey! {Whooooooooooooooo!}
'Ey nigga guess what! {"MO MONEY"!}
Nigga ain't a damn thang changed! {"GANGREEN"!}
DAMN!

[Verse:]
I can grab sixteen cars {DAMN} every sixteen bars (uh-huh!)
My flow hard! - These nigga's is whip cream soft. (whooo!) {Whooooo!}
And I can still hit you with the lip beam off [blast]
Leave four tire marks from a mink green Porche. (er! er!)
I got a hide-out in the West so I stay warm
And hoes rushin' me without the tank spray on (ahaha!)
I'm in a Jet and there's green by the box in it
Headed to the A where they lean with it rock with it. {Whoooooo!}
All my rings got lil' green rocks in it (bling!)
Ridin' with a Radar; - I can pick up the cops with it! (I see!)
What you know about pools in and out the house?! (nothin'!)
New York nigga with old schools in and out the South. (UH!) {DAMN!}
I take a throw back, gold 'Lac and made it chrome
You can't get it your bread thin as a Razor phone. (AAARRRGGGHH!)
Do me a favor homes?! - Stay out my way! (yeah!)
Every nigga that get in the way got to pay! [gunshot]
These fake ballers eatin' Hip-Hop away! (yeah!)
I'm Magic! I'm Bird! I'm Dr. J.! (yeah!)
I'm Kong! I'm Martin! I'm Malcolm X! (YEAH!)
He's cool, but I don't know about the rest. (whooo!) [blast] {DAMN!}
I slept on these LPs since I left you.
I ain't like them other niggas, I'm SPECIAL! (SPECIAL!) [gunshot] {HAHA!}
Rap got hoes runnin' in and out the biz' (fuck you bitch!)
Bitch don't watch me, watch your kids! (KIDS!)
I'm stuntin'! - Worry about nothin'! (uh!)
These niggas frontin' or on drugs or somethin'. (whatchu want?)
You could drop the same day and still ain't this (naaah!)
And e'ry nigga with a record deal ain't rich! (naaaah!) {Whoooooo!}
I'm a hit record babe, they give me the right pitch
I'm the real deal! - They phony and iceless. {M.O.!}
Get on that slippery shit! (uh-huh!) - And get your Dickies ripped (uh-huh!)
With the same Shotgun, they shot Ricky with. [2 gunshots] {OOOOHH!}
A sweet dream is my mom on trips! (uh!)
A crib on a cliff and Sadams lil' bricks. (haha!) {DAMN!}
Bumpin' "Blood Money" on my way up town
And on my way back down I'm rollin' out a quarter pound - NOW! {Whooooo!}

[Outro:]
Now... {CAN'T FORGET...}
Pal... {R. BUCKS!}
It's over! {OUTLAW!}
You ain't fuckin' with me nigga...
Huh?!
Nobody...

[Lamont Odom Interlude (Lloyd Bank$):]
This is Lamont Odom outta the Los Angeles Lakers, Queens native.
And you're listenin' to G-UUUUNIT... Radio...
With my nigga... Lloyd Bank$!
DJ Whoo Kid! (YEAH!) [echoes] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Squeeze First"

"Squeeze First"


[Intro:]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I'm a - squeeze first ask questions last
That's how most of these so called gangstas passed. {COME ON!} [gun cocks]
So I'm a - squeeze first ask questions last [shot]
And if I pull it, I'm a pop it so stay out of my way. {DAMN!}
Cause I'm a - squeeze first [gun cocks] ask questions last... (uh!) [gunshot]

[Verse:]
I ain't the richest but I'm richer than y'all!
Shit! - Bank$ is like a young will Chamberlan - all I do is fuck bitches and ball. (yeah!)
18 niggas'll splatter you for talkin' that shit
You might as well hire a doctor to walk around with. {Whoooooo!}
Nigga your own blood'll soak your clothes [shot]
And I ain't worried about you, comin' back cause you can't smell beef with a broken nose. (fuck!)
From now on - keep your cars and your homes tinted (uh-huh!)
Your peice'll shine if you had some more stones in it. (ha!)
If you ain't dunkin' or dumpin' then go to hell home (uh-huh!)
Cause the only clip on your hip hold your cell phone. (OOOH!)
I know you're focused you've been writin'
But all your beggin' - is chewin' [shot] {GOD-... } off my ear like Tyson. {DAMN! }
I need a bag big enough to get my mens straight
So I'm a need a O dog, and I ain't talkin' like Larenz Tate. (hm-hm!)
A OG told me to market with the block (right!)
He been around since they hit {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo} Martin with the rock.
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Don't make me send niggas to your apartment with the Glock
(uh-huh!) They eat all your food up and stomp you in you're socks (uh!)
I got rocks and niggas can't afford to buy it [gun cocks] (uh!)
That's why I got beef bigger than Kelly Price before the diet. {HAHA! } (OOOOH!)
You ain't gonna stain up my sheets so I'm a chose the couch
And if you on your period you got to use your mouth. {Whoooooooo! }
Some remain and some switch when the hoes got us (uh-huh!)
That's why I know more tricks than the globe trotters. (uh-huh!)
We'll rush your studio maskin' our picture
Make you stutter (huh?) - and say your (uh!) verse (uh!) faster than Twista. {WHAT?}
You ain't headin' in here - cause when we in hotels
They got to lock the floor down like the presidents there. (get back!)
You would think givin' top is a problem
But my bitch can suck dick with braces on without poppin' the condom. (uh-huh!) {Whoooooo!}
All the groupies want to show they face
After the shows, they follow the cars longer than the O.J. chase. [shot]

[Outro:]
Squeeze first {GOD-...} ask questions last... {DAMN!}
Gangstas passed! {"MO MONEY... IN THE BANK... "}
Squeeze first ask questions last. {PART 2! }
That's how most of these so called gangstas passed. {LLOYD BANK$!}
"Mo Money In The Bank"! {ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!}
It's 2003! [beat stops] {WHAT?} [gun cocks]

 

[fox69]

"Start It Up"
(feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Fabolous & Ryan Leslie)

"Start It Up"
(feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Fabolous & Ryan Leslie)



[Swizz Beatz:]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks:]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin fuckin loot
my top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the ratchet on him, dey pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
break their back, don’t call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin’
stunt stormin, go this bitches out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont

[Swizz Beatz:]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]

[Kanye West:]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so Imma be at least about an hour late
I’m so fresh bitch I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest bitch
she said "hey ‘Ye"
I said "Yes Bitch"
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
niggas don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody fucking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet the gits go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these bitches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it’s free", I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

[Swizz Beatz:]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie:]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous:]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest bitch in the States, half Spanish half Trinidad
complexion Henny straight
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independent chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for dick, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a shit

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Start It Up (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Swizz Beatz)

"Start It Up (Remix)"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Swizz Beatz)



[Young Jeezy]
I be chillin' in that Phantom
Bumpin (?)
He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco's
Talkin' (?) hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin' money, say cheese in this muthafucka
Turn your dog like flea's in this muthafucka
So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker
Walk back (?) might freeze in this muthafucka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthafucka
Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker
Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid
Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter
Don't make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you'll be chicken teriyaki
While I'm on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this

[Swizz Beatz]
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me
Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet
Y'all sour me, my summers sweet
Catch my mother feet
Hate just makes chop em as they creek
Life forever sweet
Life's a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets
Magnificant flow or magnifique
Work and have a seat
Them (?) just my parakeets
macking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I'm switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many niggas (?)
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab

[Swizz Beatz]
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]

 

[fox69]

"Start It Up (UK Remix)"
(feat. Swizz Beatz, Kanye West, Ryan Leslie, Sway DaSafo, Giggs)

"Start It Up (UK Remix)"
(feat. Swizz Beatz, Kanye West, Ryan Leslie, Sway DaSafo, Giggs)



[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
Big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin fucking loot
my top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the ratchets on 'em, wanna pay my dues, now it's back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I'm back performing, I bag em
break their back, don't call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin'
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures don't.

[Swizz Beatz]
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[repeated]

[Sway]
Sway going in but I'ma roll up my sleeves quick for the official remix
I'm no r's but I know of those under if you need bricks
Dorothy meets webay, meets ebay
follow me I can take you there in 3 clicks
A lot of internet gangsters but I don't see clips
unless they're on Youtube, no nines, just 22:views
and comments removed to hide the naked truth
cause when it goes tits up, the bitch in them comes out like cleavage
and them man are getting stripped, no secrets
my team and they see why we so wavy we make them seasick
the Black Steve Rifkin, I am the chairman of the wooden stand
of anyone trying to take my seat quick
I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit
no Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit
If I don't do the number's I'll just do the alphabet
A,B,C,D,E,F,G-Shit
I mean G-Unit shizzle
F a dancefloor
man are hungry out here this is Darfur
so force my hand and I'll put together an armed force
riding with Lloyds Banks, ha, I'm such a dark horse
start it up, they don't wanna start war
I studued up in Hogwarts and I'm ready for the Dark
when I link with Giggs its not for Walks in the park
its the Return of the Macks, we taking it all, call me Mark Morrison

[Chorus]

[Giggs]
You niggas are fucked, a couple million and up
On my Youtube chilling with a spliff and a slut
tell her "look babe, gotta let me slip in the crotch"
Italian chicks showing me that Italy love
I'm moving kinda quickly cuz
got they hate my music and try and diss what it does
screaming fuck the police and be dissing the judge
niggas can't touch me, I got that prickly buzz
that bright bezzie on live tellie
gets me the half black and half white Jezzie's
I don't fight friendly, four five semi's
man'll bruck shots someth'n like teddy
this my shit didn't buy any
when I'm stepping on the stage hold the light steady
yeah, give a fuck about your age you can die twenty

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I'm gon be at least an hour late
I'm so fresh bitch I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest bitch
she said "hey 'Ye"
I said "Yes bitch"
damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don't take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
aint nobody fucking with me, I plutonic'd it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these bitches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Still Dre Freestyle"

"Still Dre Freestyle"


[Interlude]
Next is my nigga, Lloyd Bank$!
Shake for the weapons for allstars!
Btb!

[Intro:]
Yeah, nigga!
Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
134 nigga!
All Stars nigga!
My nigga TL!
Yeah!
Yeah!

[Verse:]
You can't be 'sane to be testin' me
You ain't nothin' but name in my recipe!
I got four bars hotter than your asses be
And I don't wanna hear your tape unless it's me!
I'm like gunz I smoke - exceivelly
To see me - you little more effort be!
I love money it'll probally be the death of me
And I don't need ya'll to ball, like a referee. (HAHAAAA!)
You ain't impressin' medont stand next to me
One hit will have you buggin' like extasy.
Don't be mad if the one that bitch sweats is me
Cause she ain't ya bitch if she havin' sex with me! (WHAT?)
Come on be who the fuck you tyrna fool us?
I'll leave you with more bumps than a school bus!
It's gonna take the Riot squad to move us
Yeah, ya niggaz got gunz but do you bust!
I'm too much! - I'm a tell the truth you suck!
Mutha-fuck classy! - Gimme two sluts! (WHAT?)
And a few cups hurry up! - Fill 'em up! You niggaz fo' real or what?
Hustle we deal 'em up! - You couldn't kill a duck!
I'm the type to make it hot when you chillin', what?
My team will fill up an 18 wheeler truck!
Hop out! - Beat 'em down! - Hop in! - Flee the town!
Now-a-days you need a pound! - Or you ain't gonna be around!
Stop tryin' to be me clown! - You want the blood to drip?
Twenty four hours, I'm thuggin' the chrome rubber grip!
And ya bitch love the dick? - Now I'm tryna smuther it!
Playas why don't cum in it? - She don't want to cover it!
Yeah; I'm on that gutter tip! Fuck around and slut a chick!
See me in that butter kit! - Followed by another whip!
Everybody rappin' now! - I'm 'bout to let my mother spit
Brother spit! - Niggaz tellin' on some undercover shit
Team got alot of dough! - You ain't gettin' none of it!
He blew? - I gotta blow? - Flow got the sun in it!
Number 1 stunna shit! - Gun gotta thunder kit!
I know you ain't comin' flip! - You know who I'm runnin' with!

[Outro:]
Yeah nigga!
Fuck 'em boy!
Word up man!
Stop niggaz gon' somethin' to say!
Fuck man!
Yeah!

 

[fox69]

"Still Dre Pt. 2"

"Still Dre Pt. 2"


[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm chillin' nigga
Lloyd fuckin Banks nigga
Ya'll know me
You can't handle me

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
I don't know why the fuck ya'll rappin' for
To sound like Banks you got to practice more
I done told ya'll before I'll crack ya jaw
Yeah I'm shittin' what you think Exlax is for?
Rub it up I don't like to hit the mattress raw
It don't matter if you ghetto or a actress whore
Why you actin' like you never been slapped before?
You must ain't ever been slapped before
We all stars and we all got gats to draw
Cognac by the gallon and packs of raw
I'm a turtle package you couldn't ask for more
When my shit drop niggas 'gon attack the store
I'm that raw
You don't wanna see the tool kit
I'll put chalk around ya head like a pool stick
I have a new chick
That'll make you drool quick
I'm still sonin' niggas that I went to school with
Niggas know I'm sick
I ain't got to prove shit
I'm a slick mouth nigga with a smooth lip
'Bout to rule shit
Thats right give it up
Banks 'bout to live it up
New house ribbon cut
I don't give a fuck
Only reason why I'm here is cause I deliver cuts
I hit yours you don't wanna give ya liver up
Break it down roll it up
Light the brown bubble gum
Drinkin' 'till I'm throwin' up
Ya'll smokin' dro or what?
I'm still growin' up
Fuck all that forever shit
Big drops is what I better get
All leather shit
While you on that pleather shit
My niggas together thick
Game, I'm ahead of it
I make the weather switch
As the days go by I'm gettin' better bitch
I'm a fuckin' problem you can't edit this
Step back before we pop 'till your sweater rips
I'm a vet at this
Ya'll niggas cheddar-less
Hennessey and Streter grips
Think about sluggin' me
You gotta hit L and T-O- double D