Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Victim Of Society"

"Victim Of Society"


[Intro:]
Welcome...
To the place I call home...
New York City's own...
Ridin' round on chrome... (uh!)
Even loved to learn the streets...
Or leave 'em alone!
Cause you all alone... Out here in the danger zone. (uh! yeah!)

[Verse 1:]
You don't want the convicts to come through vets (yup!)
Look at your feet make you 1, 2 step - you be Ciara? Yep!
You can scatter - and it might be even badder
If I kicked you on the bound; kick likely in your bladder.
I got the whole town hooked over this dope,
And I'm a smoke till I'm old as the pope, serial baller remote.
I ain' broke, I hit the store with a brick.
Yeah! - That's why they playing tug of war with my dick! (dick!)
I used to have big dreams now all of them stripped
Lingerie on silicon ballin' they tit.
Niggaz wind up in the sky over a dolla
Man I'm a keep it real! (real!) - The most these niggaz dyin' over 'nada!
These babies need milk and baby momma's need Prada,
And daddy got pride. - That's why he got fried. (uh!)
And it happens every weekend that's why we outside
Buyin' cameras for the store you niggaz gon' need more. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark.
You be a victim of society! (Know how it goes down out here man...)

[Bridge:]
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggaz is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!

[Interlude 1:]
Come take a look at where I come from. (damn, damn!)

[Verse 2:]
Man that's fucked up what happened to dude?
Shorty all up on his moms boots clappin' the rule.
Retaliation from a robbery and back of the school
Left him bodily harmed. - Spin on it through the Gat and the bomb.
It goes on out HERE! All day long out HERE!
Pop, pop! BLAAATTT! - It's all I hear!
Watch your back got a town that'd spray at your winners
Right in the parkin' lot like A-Wax and Menace.
The money sent us our wave caps to vent us
Maybachs and spinners. - Ray plaques and winners.
I'm blowin' dro'! - You know haze black with spinach.
If you hit it too hard, you'd be dazed back for minutes.
How the hell wrong shit spend days at your dentist
Gettin' your teeth straightened. - Jus' cause you was hatin'! (uh!)
You met your maker. - Now it's time to meet Satan,
And your burial is the only thing left and we waitin'. (uh!)

[Chorus:]
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark.
You be a victim of society! (Got to be a stupid motherfucker not to have one out here man...)

[Bridge:]
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggaz is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!

[Interlude 2:]
Stop all that pillow talkin'! (yeah!)
That's how niggaz get their shit knocked back...

[Verse 3:]
These industry niggaz playin' their row! - He ain't from the street.
They underestimate the strong and they pity the weak.
Your boy gon' rep the Unit 'till they put 'em to sleep
Gotta bring Vietnam to your hood in a bleek.
Before I hop in my Impala with my head in the breeze
I say a prayer for the G's like my homeboy Cheese.
There won't be no more pops and no more HP's
Shotty died 'till his hip knockin' on his knees.
Man, this is for the niggaz in the can with a stretch
For the poor rain! - And a lil' man from the 'jects.
With loose cannons they understand that they next
Cause they boxed in. - Caught in a jam and they stressed.
I got no problem clippin' a rookie, man you damn near bitch!
All you missin' is the tits and the pussy! (uh!) Yeah!
I go as hard for the chedda
So I sold more records than the whole tError Squad put together. (haha!)

[Chorus:]
No need to run! Real beef follows you
Everywhere you go, so
You don't need a hidin' space!
You need a gun! - You need a clique! (clique!)
A lil' heart! (heart!) - And it'll spark.
You be a victim of society! (You niggaz know what it is man...)

[Bridge:]
You better load up your weapon for you come outside (yeah!)
Niggaz is scheme on ya man the hood ain' right. - You be a victim of society!

[Outro:]
GGG-GGG- G-Unit!
Yeah! [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Victory Freestyle"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck)

"Victory Freestyle"
(feat. 50 Cent, Young Buck)



[Coin drops]
[Ovation]

[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] Damn nigga, y'all way up that mothafucka!
[Lloyd Bank$:] We see y'all on top! [2 gun cocks]
[50 Cent:] Y'all ain't up in there?
[Young Buck:] The mothafuckas of the ceillin! [gun cocks]
[Whoo Kid] Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Young Buck:] 'Ey Nigga! [gun cocks] Smoke some of that good shit, nigga.
[50 Cent:]
Haha! Ayo check this shit out y'all! Before I get outta here right...
I want y'all to put the "We York" for me one time.
[Young Buck:] Aight!
[Crowd] AUUUUHHH! [screams]
[50 Cent:] Y'all know what the wins stand for... "Victory"! [beat starts]
[Biggie:] Yeeeah! One, Two!
[50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to B.I.G.!
[Lloyd Bank$:] Rest In Peace!
[50 Cent:] Rest In Peace to 'Pac!
[Young Buck:] Aight, nigga! Put yo' freeze on!
[Biggie:] Check me out right here, yo?

[50 Cent (Lloyd Bank$) {G-Unit}:]
Yo! - Yo, we can't stay alive {FOREVEEER!}
So if shit hit the fan then we might as we'll die {TOGETHEEER!}
I'm high as ever (YEAH!) - more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around with' them pounds and {BERETTAS!}
Yeah faggot! If I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it YO' HANDS UP! >
Don't make a ass outta ya'self tryin' to stop me!
I'm cocky! Raps "Rocky", nigga you sloppy.
You know that I'm (YEAH!) - 8 levels above you nigga, (YEAH!)
I'll plug you nigga. - I never heard {OF YOU NIGGA!} (YEAH!)
Ugly nigga! (YEAH!) I'm the wrong one to provoke (YEAH!)
You rattin' on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke. {SMOOOOOOOKE!}
So the only thing left now, is tools for these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM UP!)
I got no friends. - FUCK most of these (PUT 'EM UP! PUT 'EM!)
They pop shit 'til we start approaching these cowards 'EM UP! >
While we lay around dollars, they lay around industry gangsters. [shot]

[Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent) {50 Cent & Young Buck}:]
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the (REEFER!)
And who flip when I call a bitch like she (QUEEN LATIFAAAAH!) {NON STOP!}
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the (STREETSWEEPER!)
This shit can get uglier than the {MASTER P'S SNEAKEEERS.}
We slidin' through the {RUCKUS}, with' Prada on the Chuckus
Soon as spring break hoes, home {FROM COLLEGE WANNA FUCK UUUS!}
I ain't here to drop knowledge {ON YOU SUCKAAAS!}
I'll sick Rottweiler's on {YOU FUCKAS}, cops followin' to (CUFF US).
Top dollars to (DISCUSS THIS) - a whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper, I blow the OUTTA HERO! >
I'm a break 'fore I lay on the floor buried (BESIDES)
Every rapper ain't a {STAR}, and every plaid ain't {BURBERRY}.
You can't tame Lloyd!
Smokin' by the big screen, and changin the channel looks like I'm {PLAYIN' THE GAMEBOOOY!}
I know to watch botherin' ya vision
But reach and I'll put a dot on ya head - IT'S PART OF YA RELIGION! >
Why party with' a pigeon? - I'm blowin' a 10.
Cause Bush handin' flyers for a party in a (PRISON!)
I'm in the Gucci Vest with' the green and red {STRAPS}
I'm the last rapper to scare {NIGGAS SINCE CRAIG MACK!}
Now every morning's a (FAST START)
And there ain't problem gettin' dressed, cause my closet got more aisles than
Run, move startin' a wave
And leave with' 12 shells in ya (MOUTH), {LIKE A CARTON OF EGGS!}
I'm the young pimp pardon my age. {AAAAGE!}
{I DON'T GOT LONG HAIR} - But if I did, she be puttin' my braids. {MY BRAIDS!}
Niggas find what club they at (CLUB THEY AT!)
Take 'em with' us! (TAKE 'EM WITH US!) - And run a train on 'em like a SUBWAY MAC!
Get advances from grey agra,
See these record labels got most artists {GETTIN' FUCKED LIKE THE GAY RAPPER!}
I go the college on the tour, (TOUR!)
I'm goin' down in history nigga, {NEXT TO WALLACE AND SHAKUR!}
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the
Camera's by the (HAMPERS, THAT MINE INTO THE) {FLOOR!}
By now you prob'ly OF ME> (YEAH!) - (Bank$ & 50: FRESH OUTT)
(Bank$ & 50: FLASHY AS A) {FUCK!} You gon' have to {MURDER ME!}
Burglary, I'm leavin' witcha Nike's
White-T, you match now, {BACK DOWN!}
Niggas love to hate you! - (BUT LOVE YOU WHEN YOU DISAPPEAR!)
Catch me on the boat - (WIT' WEED SMOKE AND FISHIN' GEAR!)
Heavy when I toke - (C NOTES FROM DIFFERENT YEARS!)
Besly in the robe, {RE-MOTES FOR LIFTIN' CHAIRS!}
You ain't rich - {BUT WE GLAD TO SNATCH YA!}
I send cars to ya crib CAB DISPATCHA! >
You better off with' ya {STUPID GUYS}, lookin' for {A COUPE TO DRIVE!}
You ain't gettin' nuttin' but ya french-fries
It's a damn shame, y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar (STUDIO) layin' my vocals, YEAH! -

[Outro:]
[50 Cent:] Thanks FANS for havin' us!
[Young Buck:] LOVE!

[Ovation]
[Screams]
[Coin drops]
[Music starts playin' the next song's beat]

[DJ Whoo Kid:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! ˝

[Lloyd Bank$:]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high
SouthSide nigga playin' heater on my side.
Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord...

 

[fox69]

"Warm Up Session SBTV Freestyle"

"Warm Up Session SBTV Freestyle"



I'm a Southsider, I'm macking to the max
When I get back I'm a stomp the city flat
Gritty rap, fifty stacks on deck'n
That's just how I'm reppin'
Diamond Diva sexin', never without protection
I'm flexin', begets and I be ballin' like a Texan
Got my will shipped in from texas
And my neck be looking excellent
I be zero zero fetching
Zero zero catching, throw a mill in my direction
Or there won't be no session
Hey bless 'em in Holy water
I rolly spoil 'em, make a groupie out your only daughter
The homies warned her
You said leave the things he used to get her
The clothes he bought her
Gucci, Louie bag, Chloe order
I won't reward her, I want fly things too
Cars by the few,
I'm allergic to the coppers, coppers carry swine flu
Fool, they carry this, I carry mine too
Million dollars worth of cars down

 

[fox69]

"Warrior"

"Warrior"


(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!)

I'm a warrior!
Aw man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after

Uh, You heard right motherfucker
My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker
Heart full of pride and a head full of anger
Attitude of a winner infared for the danger
Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya
Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes
Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states
Tune into BET and watchin your video
Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so
If that's your man warn him
'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

[Chorus]
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!

Goddamn hoe here I go again
The Double L O Y D
Here put on an I.V
Tryin ta try me
The new age I lead
The black C.I.G
Resides beside me
As smooth as an Isley
Sometimes I surprise me
Can't even ID
As low as my eyes be
I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth
The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house
Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood
I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood
That's a zipper that's sticky
California should whip me
I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

[Chorus]
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!

 

[fox69]

"Warrior Pt. 2"
(feat. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)

"Warrior Pt. 2"
(feat. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)



[Intro - Eminem]
Remix [echoes]
Lloyd Banks! [echoes]
Ha ha! [echoes]

[Verse 1 - Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin circles with the competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it
And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him's a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man they can't made somethin outta nothin
So now niggaz from his hood act like we owe em somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz think he buggin'
He bullet proof everything Niggaz try to buck him
Keep 2 pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Don't Need My Boyz
Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth

 

[fox69]

"We Fuckin'"

"We Fuckin'"


[Verse 1:]
Ten years later tens feel like change
Take cover muthafuckers gon' feel my rage
Shit I'm droppin all this heavy
Bought a real life plane
In 50 cities, bet they get the steel like james
I get silly, everything cool calm I'm witty
Mean a knock half off coupon ya feel me?
These bitches on call they could have a ball
Ego so tall make my haters look small
Teterboro boy, truckin' when the snow fall
He's no lover boy, fuck em' till they toes curl
Got your later rob, but you can have her back
She ain't got no job and I won't have her back
Euro keying, European, out of my habitat.
Catch a contact
Steaming on that magic pack.
This the coolest nigga breathing
Not the average rap.
Money stacks through the ceiling, back to back!

[Chorus:]
Let the reign begin, we came here to spin
And I'm riding benz, you can bring your friends
Here we go again, I just met shorty tonight and we fuckin'
I don't even know her name but her body off the chain
And I'm trying to show her something
Imma end this champaign and throw all this money up in the sky like its nothing

[Verse 2:]
There's a master mind behind these eyes. Sure thing, knew I'd make it back in '95
'94 '93 maybe '92 nigga we ain't even, you couldn't tie my shoe
Frozen neck, fuck respect..
Loaded tech, no respect for the rival crew
Times is hard and you strugglin' nothing I can do
Survive or get slaughtered by somebody's boo
You couldn't leave me, I switch gears easy
My chick look like a model and your chick..
I don't plan on falling back, you got the 6 still see me
Options in every city, in case a chick try to tease me
I'm killing in the worst way, drilling on the first day
Mami said she shoot, Imma hit it till she squirt (hey!)
Since my first days, Polo what my shirt says
Now look at all this cake, its starting to feel like my birthday

 

[fox69]

"We Remain"

"We Remain"


[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my dream
Most the shit I love is lost through sickness and magazine, Queens
Cali green, clean, panoramic beam
Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can't be seen, mean
Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen
The kids see me and scream like I'm sellin' ice cream, dice king
Gangster till I'm walkin' with a walker
I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her
You'll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks
Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I'm everything that you ain't, uh
Chinchilla killer, nigga splash me with the paint, he stomped
Any club I'm in I'm conf', fuck the competition
Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin'
Listen I will not be locked down and you're on pussy prison
And if you livin' like I'm livin' then you live it up
Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don't give a fuck...

[Bridge:]
Now what it is, stayin' sucker free tryna live
Kindness is, took for weakness, fuck 'em all, mind my biz
Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello
Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto...

[Verse 2:]
Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini
When you see me it's a half a milli easy, rap need me
I'm so fly, I'm so greasy, and my arm and ears are freezy
Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini, haha...
Easy... fallaci in the 'cuzzi
An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie
Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I'm woozy
Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci
Nigga sue me, see me when I see ya
When I shit as diarrhea, f-follow the leader
Flip, I own a heater, I ain't for fakin' either
White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever
Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit
That girl you with, broke her fuckin' neck when she saw the clique
Real baller shit, holiday stuntin'
I start my engine with a button close my door with a button, yeah...

[Bridge:]
Paper stackin' up so I don't need a thang
The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame
Other crews come and go, we remain
You can see them other niggaz, niggaz can't see the game...

[Outro:]
Nah...
This that V5...
Top five dead or alive...
Uh... Yeah...
Southside I see you...
Northside I see you...
Up top I see you...
Down South I see you...
G-G-G-G-G G-UNITTTT... !

 

[fox69]

"We Run The Town"
(feat. Vado)

"We Run The Town"
(feat. Vado)



Do you have any idea what you stumbled on
Put chills every-time the sun is on
I'm heating up and I'm out the pot
My style came from the suns of corn
Shine so bright get the crowd shades
Might get burned when the sun perform
On point cause you don't get 2 mistakes
There's rules and apes, I'm jungle born
All proceeds to myself, 4 g's on these belts
You cold freezing, I'm so evil
See me noone sees me, be stealth
Thinks they got the game in a headlock,
This ain't gonna feel like a legshot
More like I'm rammin y'all with a cannonball
All out til ya head pop
Now everybody poppin shit cause I'm popular
Think I just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kickin 16 to the opera, figured I'll bring out a throwback
But the bitch look mean and they jockin her
But I'm mean type and you know that
And I'm yelling out "where the hoes at"
Selling out of the Kodak
Tell them that I'll never go back
Killing them now let the dough stack
Still be a legend with no plaque
Million dollar my door mat
I get them with one of my own raps
I'm chilling on something exclusive
On the south side, nigga hold that

Shout to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzzing died down, I did the killin (shit)
We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down
We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down

Hey yo, my mask on like give me that
Max born, we empty that
Act wrong, we clap strong
Air max on my Fendi strap
4 door that Bentley black
Like chords drop plenty racks
4 4's, we stomp 4's you talk more than these snitching cats
Fuck I'm hungry (who)
Nigga you don't know what they put me through
Should've gained from the block what I rock from the stoop
But you ain't tryna floss with the rock, go to school
Never thought it's my sign to copy a move
But even when it's hot nigga it probably cool
Yeah I've served that, who you learned that from?
Time to get a clique on the block with a tool
Boss-ling, they call me Ross-ling
To save the bosses through rawest voices, God's strings (they know)
Walk-in closets show every grand, I'm glossing
Go in my pockets take 50 grand it's boss-thing

Shout to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzzing died down, I did the killin (shit)
We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down
We run the town, g'd up, hoodied down

 

[fox69]

"What Goes Around"
(feat. 50Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)

"What Goes Around"
(feat. 50Cent & DJ Whoo Kid)



[50 Cent]
Ooooooooooooohhhhh!

[Intro:]
[50 Cent:] G-Unit! Haha!
[Bank$:] G-U-NIT!
[{Whoo Kid}:] {DAMN! }

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$ - singing]
I don't know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside.
I'm on a high - get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna respect you as a man if you run. - Dial 9-1-1! {Whoooooooooooooooooo}
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }

[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
I'm hear talkin' to the street now - that's only gon'
Lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown.
You still strugglin' - down to your last rock (uh-huh!)
G-Unit is Gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot. (this is God!)
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice, I'm in the hood cause I'm hood (uh-huh! uh-huh!)
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice. (yeah!)
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine either I'm blind,
Or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine. (THICKER THAN MINE!) {MONEY... IN THE BANK! }
I'm! - Youngest in charge with; my dick in a dime (wooo!)
Grippin' the .9, (whoooo!) sippin' that lime, Bacardi in a party. You sorry! (uh-huh!)
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a Marley. (OH! OH!)
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like, she took a bag of flour in the face.
You want street credibility instead of I'm a sting you
C'mon Ja! You put a *UFF* crackhead on your single. <OH! OH! >

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
I suggest you run when you see the pound,
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground.

What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
I suggest you run when you see the pound, {DJ ENVY! }
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {COME ON! }

[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
My cousin bringin' back them Blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day, (uh-huh!)
On them, shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em {OOOOHHHHH! }
I got a jeanius {REST IN PEACE! } and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's. {COME ON! }
She buys anything I desire.
Uh-huh! - Pro'lly cause I'm on fire, the 2003 McGwire, until I retire (yeah!)
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to Crack, now they can't even jump. (Wo! Wo!)
I leave with any panties I want - the industries new face (uh-huh!)
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste. (AAH! HAHAHA!)
Place your bet, yo' Envy pull out a few crates
"I got enough 16's to battle 2 states." (whooo!)
I'm in a spaceship - neck full of grey shit, (uh-huh!)
Big Gats in the braclet - expect nothing basic! (OOH!)
Respect and embrace it - your sketch in the basement,
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face, man.

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!)
I suggest you run when you see the pound,
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground.

What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!) {CAN'T FORGET... }
What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!) {LIL' JOE! }
I suggest you run when you see the pound,
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {Whaaaooooooooooo! }

[Lloyd Bank$ & (50Cent):]
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist (uh-huh!)
Dog! I stay around trees like Christmas gifts. (yeah!)
Yeah! You laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem. {DAMN! } (AAOOOOH!)
Have your worried 'bout the reprecussions after the tantrum? (Nah!)
I'll be alone in a mansion (uh-huh!) - and it's snowing in the Hamptons (uh-huh!)
Regardless of what these fools say. Fools say...
"I'm a be around longer than 'Cool J, armed with a new K." (hahaha!)
So dumb in a new way, if I don't *UFF* on Monday,
I'm gone hit it Tuesday, my charm get it usually.
You put a lot of years into rap, (OH!) these lil' starvin' chumps
Start your carrer from the back of a milk cartoon. (OH, NOOOO!)
Your gased up! - From whatever he must of told ya (uh-huh!)
But! - Everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldjah. (uh-uh!)
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops. {YEEEAAAH! }

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up? - Must come down; (YEAH!)
What goes around; come back around. (uh-huh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
I suggest you run when you see the pound, {NEXT ON LINE! }
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {"MONEY IN THE BANK"... Whoooooooooooooo! }

What goes up? Must come down; (YEAH!)
What goes around; come back around? (uh-huh!)
I suggest you run when you see the pound, {G-UUUNIT! }
Or get laid the *UFF* out on the ground. {WE RUNNIN' IT! }

[Outro: 50 Cent]
Dial 9-1-1!
Yeah! {SHADYVILLE! }
Young Lloyd Bank$...
GGG-GGG- G-UNIT! {34 SHOT... MARQUISE... REEMA! }
Haha! [echoes] {I... HALOO! }
I dare you to say something... haha! {MY MAN D! }
I dare you to say something back nigga... {G-UUUNIT! }
{ICE... RICK!... LICK! }
{PAULYNNE... HATE HOT!... Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! }

 

[fox69]

"What Y'all Wanna Do"

"What Y'all Wanna Do"


[Intro:]
What y'all wanna to do
What y'all wanna to do nothin
I'm rite in front of u frontin'
U kno how tha ballas do
I'm stuntin'
It's nothin

[Verse:]
Now I'm goin 2 leave alone the neighborhood needs me
Been hot on tha record makin look easy
Anotha cd u take as a freebie
I'm chasin the numba one place on your t.v.
Who known 4 takin somethin' & makin' freezin'
Come close I'm goin 2 be up in the post
To make a long story short big story about me & toast
I'll turn your emcee to a ghost throwin' dirt in my name
Tie him up & keep feedin' him soap
Be scareful NYPD want your throat
Any nigga with eyes can see he a joke
And he goin' 2 hang himself all he needs a rope
We ain't have shit but nine militers & hope
The stress of bein' broke turns weed into smoke
And I fear no man if he breathe he can choke
I'm hot from the trops through the barbershops
I move units from the towers through the mom & pops
Hobbs blue, green, & white diamond blocks
Makin' him sick like the feelin wen the condom pops
Eight 8's T.V.'s all kind of drops
No stress I'm come home best
Eskimo flow bring the doe slow is a no show
U know the fo' go everywhere I'm solo
Bout to hit the industry with a low blow
Playin hatin on me it's a "no no"
Step up or get stepped on
Matter fact step through your whole rep gone
Niggas walk around lik they have teflon
He ain't even carry and they all wet bomb
Out here u do the creep or get crept on
I'm gone

[Outro:]
Yeah boy
U thought fukin things changed nigga
We run this man
Y'all niggas get the fuk out the way man