Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"The Sprint"

"The Sprint"



Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh
At the game, ironic I've been balling all week
Sat down high as ever at my floor seat
These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet
Four rounds, bout to make a jewelry store sweep
Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet
Tag contract can’t keep these bitches off me
I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple
I'm strap really keep your family with a louie duffle
Ain’t too many of my level only knew a couple
Plane swag, I fly steady renew the buckle
We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle
I left a piece of every where
Stalkers do the puzzle
Hey yeah I gotta shock somebody
I got the bad girls flocking me
Ass dropping and poppin’ molly
The king hands down, you an impostor by me
Champagne & pasta on a block that's grimey
It ain’t no stopping mommy, and know I’m single still
Kingdom on the hill got her flingin' off her heels
My flows on pills, red beams with the cells
Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill
My life's a movie sex scene seen on film
Fill a filthy mouth with a ounce on the couch
Ceremony I’m ridin’ leather chromey
You hoes will never know me
Think I’m doing better lonely
Big wheel, all pokey, no top like Ginobli
Blurring out the pitchers stones block out the rolley
Honey gotta fetish so her face is all spit
Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit
I ain’t got a water bottle for you on a dry year
View it all clear, eleven hundred on my eyewear
Die weird, lose your mind here, right in Times Square
Bomb scare, kicking it in my Yves Saint Laurent gear
My hottie tall, black Barbie doll, mack lobby call
Flash party mob, slash Mardi Gras
I don't speak another language always in a foreign car
Cartier on my ear, eightteen five a pair
Gotta lead by year, I swear
I pass your favorite rapper tryin’ to speed back here
Beat ya neck game like a speed bag, swear
When them other niggas fade I’ma be right here
I’m looking at the nigga in the mirror on my signal to be clearer
And this horror slash thriller, I’m just bringing you the trailer
Menage in Venezuela, hope DR is even realer
Turn the bedroom into the ER when I drill her
Highlights like a athlete I need clips
Everything take a back seat to V6
You hoes already loose let’s make it happen
The cash a have the fattest ass in here make it clappin
I’m always kitted, this time I over did it
So all then hold the blizzard, throw dough off the pivot
My flow’s frigid, yeah this my frozen style
Banks bend bars like the golden child
They say they want to eat, McDonalds or flee
Chill one day, see em 6 times in a week
Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads
No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole
I'm Cold

 

[fox69]

"The Wait Is Over (Intro)"

"The Wait Is Over (Intro)"


[Singing:]
The saddest word I've ever heard is almost causing me...
That whatever you tried you didn't make it

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
yeah

I'm back hater the wait is over ya hate it don't ya
Bet ya rather see me on a stretcher,
Nevertheless I breathe easy let the lord bless ya
I open ya nose like raw pepper
Ignore pressure heffa
So think about it cuz I'm wit it git it got it good
Now get the fuck outta here I'm for the hood
You should be on ya P's and Q's niggas'll squeeze the Uz
In broad day on ya Bouley (Boulevard) they don't believe in rules
Ya hear about it on ya evening news
Believe me dog a nigga'll get ya if he need the shoes
These little rap fucks are merely my pups I sits 'em down on they ass
To let 'em know whos the boss they bow they heads when I pass
I'm in a class of my only homey the real niggas feel me hear me
I'm iced the fuck out with my Roley (Rolex) on me
And Tony told me
In due time they would know me
And it only took a year for him to show me
I'm back for my spot

Yeah it feels good man diamond in the ruff, product of the hood
Live how I wanna not how I should nigga
50 what up?
I told you they ain't fuckin' with me man
Second time comin' yeah!
Just gettin' started baby yeah!

[Singing: Until Fade]
The saddest word I've ever heard is almost causing me...
That whatever you tried you didn't make it

 

[fox69]

"The Work Out Pt. 4"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"The Work Out Pt. 4"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[Intro:]
[50Cent:] I hear alot of talkin' {DAMN! } niggas must be mad at Bank$!
[Bank$:]
Ah you bitch ass niggas! Y'all niggas love talkin'...
I just smile on my dude! Y'all can catch me...
[50Cent:] But there's only one problem, niggas ain't as bad as Bank$
[Bank$:]
... on the top of the newboard this summer!
Yeeaah nigga! Punchline kid is back!
[Whoo Kid:] Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Bank$:] New York City stand the fuck up, man! Yeah

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Yeah! - Go get ya camera man! (yeah!) - That's a Lambo' fam. (yeah!)
Gun in the safe, the same one from Rambo hand. [gunshot] {DAMN! }
I got a pack of? - You know whatever chedda! (huuh?)
Flyin' my New York hoe in - cause her head is better. (uh!) {COME ON! }
I said I'd never sweat her (nah!) - well I guess I lied (lied!)
She suck the ghost outta a nigga and I'm petrified. (uh!)
You niggas nuthin' but roaches - hit the pesticide
I spray lil', you roll around {GOD-... } in ya neck and die. [shot] {DAMN! }
I'm the nicest out.
Look at the ring you hear the price and pout - every 16th I ice 'em out. (bling!) {Whoooo! }
50 sold 11 mill' brought Tyson house (uh!)
And mine to, cross dude and the knife come out.
I can't wait to see you bricks on the sidestretch,
Bunch a holes in ya like the bricks [shot] in the projects. [shot]
Kefflon whips rubber grips for the nonsense,
Conscience - of the consequences, abnoxious. ('Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyy!) {YO! }
And we can ride all night;
Somebody might come get 'em. - tie his bandana on too tight. (uh!) {Whoooo! }
You can book 'em short notice, I'm a sell out in the night
The car won't get me there - but the helicopter might. (yeah!) {COME ON! }
I bring all the toys out let the clip go shit
The whip so new - even the bird shit don't stick. (whoooo!) {HAHA! }
I got a hell of a system sound travel 3 blocks (yeaah?)
Bulletproof doors and all you can eat tops. (uh!)
Runnin' out to me, {Whoooo! }
I only need the funerals I button all you niggas up like Jay-Z. [gunshot]
I smoke for free when I'm out in DC {DAMN! }
VVS's is in my ear - clearer than HD. {GET BACK! }
I don't know why he walk around with my logo he ain't me (ain't me!)
Braggin' 'bout the millions of dollars you ain't see. (ain't see!)
Gimme ammo in a jammy! [gun cocks] (uh!) - my hand over a grammy (uh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooooo}
2 cribs, that's why I ship the Lambo' in Miami. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Please, ain't tryin' to be in a jam over the panties (uh-uh!)
They love 'em when I leave 'em for the very same reason. (Lenna!) {HAHA! }
One nigga started. - A couple niggas followed
Now they all can't eat like the Next Top Model (Top Model!)
New York City boy but they love me in Chicago (RUN!)
A lil more in Philly from here to Atlantic City. (yeeah!) {MONEY WRONG! }
I flip flop smokin' around, 6 drop cruisin' the town. (yeeah!)
6 shot ruger the pound with Hip-Hop screwin' {Whoooooo! } them now. (yeeah!) [gunshot]
Nah I don't give a fuck Joe Pesci flow (uh!)
Might win another Vibe award if they let me go. (lemme go!)
I'm like royalty a muthafuckin' king (haha!)
When I move she move! - Like a puppet on a string. {SHA MONEY! }
50 karats on the bracelet a couple on the ring. (yeah!)
My treasure chest is a mess, a bucket full of bling. (yeah!)
I'm the P cut boy I tuck 'em in the whole piece
You mutherfuckas is lucky, I don't wear gold teeth! {COME ON! }

[Chorus: 50Cent]
I hear alot of talkin' these niggas they mad at Bank$
I bet they'll keep on talkin', after this shot they be tellin' the chicks. {HAHA! }
My niggas they get it poppin' find-out {CAN'T FORGET... } when we at ya wake {JESSIE! }
You and you in your coffin, damn you {PAULYNNE! } made a big mistake. [shot] {Whoooooooo! }

[Outro: 50Cent]
YEAH!
It's 50 nigga!
Y'all niggas know whassup!
Lloyd Bank$!
The changin' of the cards! {HAHA! }
I'll be back nigga... I'll just fall back!
Feel what I'm sayin'?
It's Bank$ turn nigga!
NOW WATCH THIS!
YOU HEAR TTAH?
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! {HAHA! }
That's the money machine!
Boop, boop, boop!
You hear that?... That's the money truck backin' up! {HAHA! }
It's Lloyd Bank$ nigga!
You should already know? !
You gonna eat with the Unit...
Or you gonna eat a can of sardines!
Haha! {DAMN! } [gunshot] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"This Is The Life"

"This Is The Life"


[Chorus:]
I'm gonna smoke all day
Fuck all night
I think I'm coming
This is the life
I'm counting money
Do what I like
Life is a gamble
Just shoot the dice
Green money keeps chrome wheels turnin'
White and Black girls popping
And purple weed burning
What I do with my time
Don't concern 'em, middle finger to the cops big money earning

Everybody is talking but my kinda talk is the reason I ain't got to walk
I got to ride
Hustle like my time is short
Surround my fort
with....choppa...
Damn if i get caught,
Get common sense To tell you ain't playing
Know how hard I fought
Fuck these bitches
They'll be there
When I'll get back
Back to the lab
Mag, load the chronic bag,
Smoking and scratching the pad
...Rap when I'm mad
had to go back to the rags
carry on with my swag
... is all over your bag
Get better
... these haters have a death wish
And I can smell them 'round the block.

[Repeat Chorus:]

South side is where I got my style at
... the future is fucked up
And crying ladies want their child back
Born in the combat
I get it spent more behind that
This... contagious avoid contact
I've been rhyme jack
Lift away until I lost my mind
... catch money is my favorite...
I'm like... With a bullet back
... there friends... but they all wanna roll up
They don't wanna scrub
And I don't want no...
Baby... until you catch me
Let me breathe until I catch that

[Repeat Chorus:]

 

[fox69]

"Til The End"
(feat. Nate Dogg)

"Til The End"
(feat. Nate Dogg)



Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its only one bitch don’t even share a hoe

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
Na na na

 

[fox69]

"Time To Chill"

"Time To Chill"


Yeah see this right here
It's so real I see Everything clear

[Verse 1:]
They Probably Cut From The Same Cloth
If He Ain't Soft
You Know The Name The Boss
I'm High As a Cocaine Cost
So Can't Watch The Pain Off
See Fate Is the Mothafucka Brotha
You Can't Change Yours
He Won't Show You The Money Get The Chainsaw
And Keep Cuttin Shit Off Til' He Talk
I'm One Of The Bosses Of New York
The Voices Of The People Til' I Walk
We All Know Life Is Bitch Yet I Thought
That It Will Get A little Better From The Hell I Caught
I Lost A Few Screw Can't You Tell I'm Short
From Shit To Property And L I Bought
Shoot Dice Like A Sport And Stunt Like My Time Ticket
Pour Out My Liquor For My Homicide Victim
If My Nigga Ride I'm Ride Wit Him
Blood, Sweat, & Tears Fly Out Of My System
Live Long That's The Message RIght
But In The Hood Ova 21 You Started Your 2nd Life
Life More Than Neck Of Ice
A Full Deck Of Price
But It Damn Sure Looks Nice (You Look Good)
I Always Had Ethic Of Winner
I Work Til' It Hurts Then I Murk On Spinners
I'll Gobble These Rap Niggas For Dinner
Bring Your Girlfriend Around Me I'm Goin' To Hit Her

[Chorus:]
Time To Chill And Question What's Real
Reality Seems A Drift
That's Why I Walk Around Like These
Now It's 2006 More Cribs & More Whips
If Hate Me Get Off My Dick
Everybody Got To Box That's Fists That's It

[Verse 2:]
Easy Deaths & Hard Times
It's Tough To Explain I Figure I Just Rhyme
It's All Fine And Fuck Up At The Same Time
I Feel Like They Dealt Card It Ain't Mine
Man Fuck That Somebody Gotta A Shuffle
I'm Thristy Sort Of Like The Slave Off The Buckle
My Attitude Is I Don't Really Care
Baltimore Born But I'm Good Everywhere
My Nigga Had Nothin' But Dreams
But The Block Got Him Before He Turned 13
Somebody Lean Every Baby's First Scream
I've Called What I Seen You Know What I mean

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Top 5"

"Top 5"


[Intro:]
Yea.
You know who it is.
BANKS.

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

[Talkin:]
In fact, niggas know exactly what to do. And what not to do.
Anythings possible. See I'm back, Everything else, really don't matter from here on out.

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

[Outro:]
You know.
Unit
T.O.S Boy!

 

[fox69]

"Truth Hurts"

"Truth Hurts"


[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh! - Y'all all bore me witcha full clip stories
Sittin' on green like bullshit jewelry. (yeah!)
Top 5 all swagger aside
I'm a rare gem magnified, Shotgun in Magnum rides. (RIGHT!) [gunshot]
Not one to advertise.
You betta guess right? - Do I got it? Is my neck white?
Removin' dollars with' my left, right (uh!)
Right or wrong, wrong move getcha leg swiped, hit 'til ya head white! (whoo!)
Jet thru the red light, gamble everything that I own,
Do it again type bounce back, Benzy on chrome!
You and ya friends like
Can't leave the Benji's alone, therefore my pen write, unforgettable insight. (uh!)
Lyrical invite! (uh!) - Miracle street-wise
Shoulda been dead 3 times, know how to read signs. (yeah!)
See you in my MVP prime!
Grammy night MTV shine. (SUCKA!)
I know what we did and how we did it. - But forget that it's me a minute.
It's like I live in the hood as much as you see us in it.
9 millies and dymes with' it - in my New York fitted
A hater can't get a New York minute. - City second! (uh!)
What I throw'll fuck up ya head, you really catch it
Nigga write one rhyme 'bout me. - Silly record!
100 thou' vote, verbal insult - until he exit
You think the outfit make the man, you really naked. (STUPID!)
They hear ya stories but do they respect it?
The words only real as who relay the message.
I had a dream, I shared lines with' Big,
I had a dream I shared mines with' 'Pac, with' kush pounds in stock. (whoo!)
On a crowded public housing block
To get thru the gate. - I'll run a hundred miles and hop!
Track and field on 'em. (yeah!) - I bring ya whole shit down, {Whooooooooooooooooooo}
Shaq O' Neal on 'em, haters is out. - I pack the steel for 'em! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Make it sting like a eel on 'em,
When they see the drops with the big box and hologram wheel on 'em.
European feel on 'em. (uh-huh!) - I got a Peter Warrant,
Make Mack's in the back. - Make the V historic! (CLASSIC!)
Don't be a waste of time, be important.
Carry ya neighborhood, see 'em walk it much as ya talk it, shit is awkward!
Cause I ain't heard a spitter in years
Ya overshadowed! - Now watch how I get rid of the queers.
The bigger the stress, the bigger the swears and grey hairs
If they stare, what they hear in the eyes can see lies.
I'm revised and reborn, we advised to be strong, (uh!)
Cause it's on, fame gone, rolled on, word bond, hold on!
You niggas tellin' me that punk shit cool?
Salute to the real! - Cause they the ones that don't get grew.
Caged in like a zoo! - That's why they goin' ape and shit
Lost child taught to short smile and make paper flip!
G-R-Double-E-... -N G-A-N-G!
Grim reaper, B! - I'll bury any MC!
Swishers to the head. - Cause I'm starin' at these old pictures,
And all the niggas in the pictures is dead.
Hungry! - Who woulda pictured me Fed?
I worked my ass off to get me some bread, now that I'm here! - I'm a get me some head.
It's all repetitive, party after party
Wrong place, right time, tali's cardiac ya body. (pop! pop! pop!)
I be soaked swag! - Ya boy cleaner than the fuck
Steal my notepad, ya tryna heat a nigga up.
The year is up! - Expectin' new shit to be worse
Expect me to reign! - King since my +Victory+ verse! - Truth hurts!

[Outro:]
And the truth is...
I'm on a whole 'nother level! {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Hands down, I'm the hottest shit in the street right now!
What?
One and only PLK boy!
SouthSide stand up!
I'm on my shit! [gunshot]
In the studio cookin' up this new shit!
You know, this next classic!
It's gon' be a problem, I swear to...
Maaaaannnn!
50 whattUp?
Yay' whattup?
G-G-G! [gunshot]
2 G's Up! [gunshot] [beat stops]

[Female speaks]
"Radioplanet-dot-TV"!
"Radioplanet-dot-TV"!

 

[fox69]

"Turnin You Into A Customer"

"Turnin You Into A Customer"


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'll show you how to do this dummy (Uh)
Watch me as I run through this money (Uh)
Even when its cloudy my jewels is sunny
Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me
The names Banks (Yea) I'm a million dollar nigga
we both rollin but my wheel a lil' bigger
I get mine if there's a will, then there's a way
And it won't be no tommorow if I don't hit today
I'm kind of tired and I ain't here to play
So if you don't cooperate then I ain't gon stay
I'm real flashy but I don't give a fuck
This shit cost to much money to keep it tucked
Most of these industry niggas is all butt
Talk but soon as you see them they ball up
We ridin round in that BM and the long truck
You see me in ya hood
my ghetto pass good

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
I'll Turn U Into A Customer
I've been thinking all night about touchin ya (come here)
I'm tryin ta get this shit goin and you frontin
I'm from New York ma show A nigga somethin
My clothes are fresh my Bentley's clean
My knot's on swole I'm ready to roll
I'm blowing on green my whip's on lean
I just found another way to get that cream

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Looking at my Roley it's about that time
To snatch one of these bitches off that line
Man home girl must've lost her mind
Hoppin all around my interior design
I'm finnin to slide to the telly
Then it's 1, 2, right in ya belly
You might see me fly through in that Jag toy
You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy
My own mama used to say I wasn't shit
Now I'm rich mama don't remember shit (remember what?)
You little niggas couldn't handle what I smoke
It'll feel like I lit a candle in your throat
And I could understand Hammer gon blow
As soon as it gets cold, you're everybody's Cole
And when they ain't got no weed, you're everybody's smoke
And I'm everybody's favorite
The wrong one to play wit yeah!

[Chorus]

[Long Pause]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Unexplainable"
(feat. Styles P)

"Unexplainable"
(feat. Styles P)



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that a bring the hoes out
Dollar signs bring in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
Back what you kick out, the clip running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
UH! Cool people, Knievel in my alto ego
Zero, tolerance we strapped wherever we go
Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes
Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos
Three loads, on my p's, q's, and my g hoes
G-G-G whizz my rise like the superheroes
Four, five, c-lo, look how good I reload
Right back at you bitch ass niggas abide the g code
Click clack deep hole, the industry Debo
We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold
Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em
Tell me your joking, my flow is like the levees open
Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smoking
Problem tips forty five clip Chevy smoking
He put all he got into this I bet he make it
Ain't gotta give me shit I'm a take it

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that a bring the hoes out
Dollar signs bring in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
Back what you kick out, the clip running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Here's how I show out
Even though I'm rapping with niggas that move the blow out (Salute!)
Let 'em pull the dough out
You can make it rain but I rather make the snow out
Run up in your crib with the big fo' fo' out (What's up!)
Here's how I show out
Watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blow up
I'm a kill the block and then, leave when it slow up
Get your mind popped off, before a sign that you throw up
I just wanna lamp and see the weed plants grow up
Niggas get that money, legal or illegally
Bullets put these niggas, right where they need to be
Bitches never leaving me, Porsche pull up easily
Back on the dough route, grams and the o's out
Key and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pound at?
Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop
You could fuck around and I, pop five in your Coupe

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that a bring the hoes out
Dollar signs bring in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
Back what you kick out, the clip running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Getting money dancers and twenty five chancers
My camp is, crazier The New Black Panthers
Brush towards the canvas as I stroke my ego
Rap Picasso with my eyes closed a side that's too dope for people
Spark cohibas while I snicker at the non believers
I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers
I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God
I got a thing for beaches, getting my favorite job
Pain happens young scarred that's what made us hard
Money, drugs, guns ain't for soft shorty play your part
I'm part of the lucky to leave the part
Living luxurious lady layer, that's my art

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
More money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out
Dollar signs bring in, that's what I know 'bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
Back what you kick out, the clip running your mouth
It's something flammable, my hunger is unexplainable