Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Bad Luck"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Bad Luck"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[50 Cent:]
G Unit
If it wasn't for bad luck
I wouldn't have luck
If it wasn't for doing bad I wouldn't know about doing good
It ain't safe down here in my hood
It could be a beautiful day
And you'll get hit by strays

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
This is what you do
If a nigga stealing money out the crew
Cut eight of his fingers off and leave a nigga with two
Destinys beef its always escalate in the future
You ain't tough cause ten probably aiming to shoot ya
Puss enough to make a neighborhood bum pick up a pistol
Fill the clip up and hit you
In the face or use the pistol
Alls it takes is aim a nigga really tried to diss you
Its 'gon be an issue
If you don't fry his tissue
Whats a crack head thinkin' 'bout right before he takes a hit
Hell if I know probablly a whole lot of mistakes and shit
What the fuck makes a nigga want to have a relationship
When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish, or Asian chick
Nigga you could run but the lights'll beat ya
Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza
Got a groupie on my lap nigga sun roof top nigga
Chillin' on the scene
With the gangsta lean

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This shit is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped
You need to wear a vest shit its on like that
Niggas you think is cool'll stab you in the back
I know for a fact

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I got a Gem Star that'll open ya face
The Mac'll make you open the safe
I'm walkin' around with a open case
Ya'll been on my dick a long time thanks
Now i'm a introduce you to my man get 'em Banks

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
You might catch Banks in the city with that blue and gray shit
Ropes as thick as the ones they hung slaves with
Shorty ain't ya wife dog i'm blazin' after ya
Got rocks on my neck from a cave in Africa
Just bought a new bitch got beige and black in her
Police watchin' us like a Asian Trafficer
Go ahead front i'm dyin' to poke ya hater
And put a patch on your eye like a Oakland Raider
I ain't got a silencer just a Solt Potater
I seen ya wife you had to be on coke to date her
Its a problem when I get in
So if its hate in ya blood you better find a way to hold that shit in

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This shit is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped
You need to wear a vest shit its on like that
Niggas you think is cool'll stab you in the back
I know for a fact

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]
I'm lyin' to these hos
So if you bust in my room you'd probably catch a bitch tryin' to propose
From a block bang out I caught iron in my clothes
Stuck without my wratchet
Buck in my bread basket
Ear drums soft from lead to
Bounce off the floor injured my leg in traffic
Headed towards the Mackland
But its hard as hell to walk a straight line when ya eyeballs doin' back flips
Duck from the SK Special
Or i'm a leave ya fuckin' shirt lookin' like the ese's dressed you
It'll be a case when I catch you
I'm puttin' holes in ya face like a pretzel
Make jakes have to sketch you
Arm and legs'll break the same time your neck do
Throw you off a projects
For fuckin' with my set
I know you hate me and would like to jump me
Cause I play around acres like Michael's lunky
You ain't hurtin' me in Air Force
Cause my Nikes is comfy
Catch me out in the country
With lights and company
She can't be thirsty because all night she drunk me
See I made it convince me
Shes better than Lewinski
Whats the sense of holdin' on the metal if its empty?
You need shells in 'em
To leave swells in 'em
Catch Banks at the top of the globe
Pocket of dough
Rocks in the low
Lockin' and load
Cock and explode
I grew up pops and a O
Mix match socks on my sole
Cops on a stroll
Spendin' knots on my gold
I got Ns in my jeans
For Benzes and screens
Cause I take money like vending machines
I used to stick pens in my jeans
Now I got beams
That'll leave you bending with screams
Pressure turns men to Marines
King pins to pussys
And hard rocks into milk and cookies

[50 Cent:]
Motherfuckers
Ha ha
Lloyd Banks
This shit is hot Banks
Shit
Who recruits talent just as good as 50?
Ha ha

 

[fox69]

"Be That Way Sometimes"

"Be That Way Sometimes"


[Intro:]
REST IN PEACE...
PAPA BANK$! GRANDMA BANK$!
DAMN!

[Verse:]
Yeah! - Shouts to the ones that's real. - Shots for the ones that ain't.
Stabs for the type that tell - dictate the next mans fate. (fate!)
As long as my legs stand straight - I'll be running to catch my cake. (cake!)
Bounty hunted and still get high. (hiigh.) - ride till the day I die (die!)
Sigh when the jake ride by - sprint when the jake car stop.
Move too slow and you know where you're going a trip to the gate. - Bye-bye!
You think you got 8-9 lives? (lives?) You think you can walk in my shoes? (shoes?)
You're smoking entirely too much - going against me, you lose! (lose!)
What exactly does that prove? - Your bones ain't platinum, you bruise!
I hold the ratchet and tool. - Pop this bastard then bloom, (bloom!)
I cop it, crash it, get two; I stop and laugh at your crew! (crew!)
Then hop through the top, cause there's no top on top of that - I'm cool! (cool!)
And I ride with the Gat - rob who? I'm a problem in fact? - I'm two! (two!)
I'm so calm on the track, I'm smooth! Go anywhere the fuck! - I choose! (YEAH!)
I ain't no normal nigga. - Damn, sure never been ordinary. (ordinary!)
Can't say the same for these other niggas - bunch of shit you done saw already (saw already!)
Armoured kit, and the doors heavy. - A nigga gun me, and it won't be there. (there!)
I move like, the room right - swear to god, only real niggas up in here! (YEAH!)
Money's my favourite smell! (uh-huuh!) Kush is my favourite color! (uh-huuh!)
I love her! - And we don't party ways, cause I'm a smuggler. (YEAH!)
Hustler! (YEAH!) - I keep my mind locked in on my guap and
I'm dime poppin' and car shoppin'. - Thin vesting and 9 Glockin'.
I can't never see crime stopping! (why?) Too many niggas ain't got nothing! (right!)
Random bodies in sacks dumpin' (ugh!) most niggas wanna get a cocked something. (YEAH!)
That ain't you nigga, stop frontin'! - Cause I ain't never been no fool you got your tool
And I got mine too, that's'll turn you to - a fucking pool.
Life's so "Ooohh! " - Nothing new! Fuck with those that fuck with you!
I'm comfortable and I'm up to TWO
Million more - niggas hating! I've been waiting and I've been patient.
Would have flipped if I weren't caking. (YEAH!)
I'm a long way outta that basement (YEAH!)
In that hallway higher than Satan. (YEAH!)
I ain't fall out on the pavement. (YEAH!) - I'm a call out and replace him (YEAH!)
I'm a ball-out and disgrace him (YEAH!) - in a mall out on vacation. (UHH!)
I'm against whatever's against a G, this bitch industry ain't meant for me
It's full of girls! - And punk niggas! - That right there ain't the way to be!
Fuck the law! - I say it free. (say it free!) - Even when they free my niggas,
WE - gonna be against the odds - dressed in expensive cars! [echoes]

[Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Beef starts!
These is BRAS! [echoes]
My niggas get out the boards...
You ball after ball!
'Ey!
Know what time it is...
It's a 2 last thing!
2 G's Up, nigga!
SouthSide "Green Gang"!
UNIT!
Hahaha!
That's how deep in time...
Some knew it... that I'm COOL!
Yeah! [police sirens] {"COLD CORNER"... THE MIXTAPE! } [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley"
(feat. Juelz Santana)

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley"
(feat. Juelz Santana)



[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming dont affect me

[Lloyd Banks]
Im fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
more than 500 horses when I roll by
Im calm Im cool, everything brand new
I dont hand cuff you can get your whole damn crew

Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
beat it I bet she let me
she been fiending since she met me
Im the coolest shit especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
this is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry Andretti-O Pirelli make a movie out the getty
where my ring and my confetti Im Kobe Bryant ready
pink Rose and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly
Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
ginsu or machete, way my pencil move his deadly
platinum band platinum bezzie
make a straight girl out of lezzie
magazine mac benzie keep my windows like the prezzie
press a button than Im stuntin
my roof look like its duckin
meter go 2 hundred something
and my trunk do when its bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will rachet out and stump him
dump him, your better off dead, ya money red

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
Im fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
Im calm Im cool everything brand new
I dont handcuff you can get the whole damn crew

[Hook]

[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin I be movin
making movies Tom Cruisin
If its action than Im shootin
pockets fat, necks studded
boy my nick name should be Ruben
my Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved it
and he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
got a black chick that be boosting
got a white girl that be boothin
gotta watch her cause she use it
but she fuck me like she stupid
and she always ready to give me that becky
last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
hit the club ordered bottles see the sparks in the sky
will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July
but if you get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
we just bussin and we leaving like its nothin
if it aint the Gucci or the Louie than its Polo or its Rugby
and this bitch I brought with me she be baggin bitches for me

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
and Kima like Christina
baby three dont make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
turn it over scream her
than its one, two, Im through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley.

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Hi-Def Remix)"

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Hi-Def Remix)"


[Intro: DJ Hi-Def]
DJ Hi-Def is in the building!
Showin' you suckers how to mix!
Hatin'-ass DJ's... beware! (DJ Hi-Def Remix!)

[Joell Ortiz:]
In my Hoopty I be swurvin'! (err!) - The public who I'm servin'
Boost phones forever chirpin', I be out there puttin work in. (c'mon!)
Know them dirty boys lurkin', if they nab then it's curtains
So when I'll go see a person, I spend the blocks so I'm certain,
And that it's cool! - I'm no fool, see Raul is more than reckless
So I meet him when it's busy at that Meek or Morgan exit!
Off that BQ B-B-B-B-B-B-BQE near Mickey D" (oh!)
And occasionally treat myself to a nice little fish and cheese. (whoo!)
I'm really-really in the street! - Benig broke's my enemy
Teachers said I'm dumb but I dropped out and I know chemistry! (aahh!)
I make that soft get hard! (hard!) - And meet my homie Pito
In the parkin lot of Home Depot off Northen Boulevard! (c'mon!)
I got my route down packed! - I'm about my stacks!
And my mouth don't chat, I let my 'bout 'bout clap. (boo!)
But I ain't with that though, I'm tryna get that though (yeeahh!)
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley" I don't know, I stay low in that...

[Maino:]
Yo, I'm fresh, I'm fly, bad bitch in my ride
Got a different industry (uh!) chick all in my mind.
I'm calm, I'm hood, ev'rything all good! (uh-huh!)
When I'm finished with you, you can call me Tiger Woods!
Yeah, Trina, Kim or Nicki! (uh!) - Trina, Kim or Nicki! (yeah!)
She smile she comin with me if she with it then she text me! (uh!)
And I bet ya she won't diss me, when I'm hopin' out that Bentley
She see me and then she kiss me, (yeah!) made my old bitches miss me.
Now - Trina that's a bad one! (uh!) - I'll take 'em gold or platinum! (yup!)
I used to pick up Nicki when I had the Silver Magnum. (ahaha!)
I ain't lyin', I ain't stuntin'! (nah!) - I do it like it's nothin'! (uh!)
The media they used to say that me and Kim was humpin'. (uh!)
I'm a G! - I'm a rider! (uh-huh!) - A thug wearin' Prada. (yeah!)
You niggas think I'm playin' till I pop up with Rihanna. (ahahaha!)
If she cute - I'm a find her. (yeah!) - She giggle then I got her. (got her!)
I used to want Mya now I'm on Zori Sedona! (yeah!)

[Fabolous:]
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley"! - Kima's friends with Wendy (oh!)
And both of these bitches want my penis evidently.
My jeans are never empty. (uh-uh!) - It seems coincidentally (that's right!)
They say that: "Time is money! " So my team be spending centuries!
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley"! - Life is full of decisions.
If hatin' was a crime, you would do life up in a prison. (yeah!) [car pulls away]
The spiteful competition (yeah!)
Knows that they wouldn't have a shot at eatin' even if they had a rifle in their kitchen. (nah!)
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley"! - Bank$, 'Elz or Loso!
We be paper touchin'! - Bank teller flows, hoe!
Yeah, we smoke alota kush! - Drink hella Rose Moe (hella Rose Moe!)
Y'all gotta disease, called: "Can't tell the hoes, no! " (hoes, no!)
"Beamer, Benz Or Bentley"! - We black, all of 'em! (all love 'em!)
And we hold heat like a motherfuckin' oven. (ohh!)
My homies - I love 'em! (uh!) - It's family, over everything.
And fuck anything that ever try to get above 'em.

[Jim Jones:]
I remember gettin' soup when I first had the Acc (I remember!)
It was the '97 Coupe I didn't know how to act. (turn on 'em!)
When Juju did the stash the body shop on Jerome (74th!)
Way before the boost, I had the flip mobile phone! (right!)
Before that it was the beeper (whoo!) - had one "Streetsweeper"
We all cut class so we hardly knew the teacher!
When The Rink was really hot! (alright) - Rockin' minks was really hot! (I remember!)
We was on the car waggers wasn't thinkin' about a drop. (okay!)
Now I scoop you in the charger drop you off in the 'Ghini
Let you out on the corner right before your boyfriend see me. (and?)
Keep a low vehicle (right!) - when I'm low speedin through
And I'm sccopin' up your hoe they don't know that it is you. (Jones!)
Used to watch my uncle do it! (yeah!) - Scoop 'em up in the Buick (and?)
One chick Delores turned fiend she was gorgeous. (where?)
Speakin about cars I think we still got a Taurus
I ain't 'gon mention 'bout the color, cause it's still takin orders (FUCKER! GO!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (Juelz Santana)]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer Benz or Bentley!
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - My jeans are never empty, bitch! (wooooooooooooooooo!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer Benz or Bentley! (wooooooooooooooooo!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Your schemin' don't affect me!

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yeah!) - Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (uh!)
Beat it up, I bet she let me she been fiendin' since she met me. (yeah!)
I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwin' on my Gretzky (uh!)
Got my S-Smif-n-Wessy to protect me, so respec' me! (whoo!)
This is heavy new Bentley, color Vanilla and Cherry
Adrietti or Pirelli make a movie out the Gatti (uh-huh!)
With my ring and in my Convetti (uh!) - I'm Kobe Bryant ready (yeah!)
Pink Rosé and Chronic smelly while I stumblin' out the telly. (uhh!)
I'm so fly, I'm so fairy and the way I flow is very (uh-huh!)
Getso Machetti when my pencil move is deadly. (uhh!)
Platinum hand, platinum Bezzy make a straight girl outta lessie (uh-huuh!)
Magazine, Mac-Benzy keep my windows like the Prezzy! (whooo!)
Press a button then I'm stuntin'! (uh!) - My roof look likes it's duckin'
Meter go 200 somethin' and my trunk doin' that's bumpin'.
I'm not the one for chumpin', I got the ratchet that will stump him
Dump him! (dump him!) - You're better off dead! - Your money "R.E.D."!

[Papoose:]
I rep N-Y, I'm so Bedstuy!
Some claim that Crips, I'm rep the 5.
I live by the rules, I ain't fake no moves
Never one shot! - You can get the whole damn room,
Cause I keep the ratchet with me! - Keep the ratchet with me!
Tote it on the reggy, I'm a lean 'em if they test me
Move like - Makaveli, keep it in my Pelle-Pelle
Got the Se-Se-Se-Se- Semi sippin' Henny, come an' get me!
A Deli Machede, I'll poke you in ya belly
Put the Hammer in your mouth like Akinyele.
You peanut-butter, jelly! - I'm Fonzarelly Willy
Try me, I'll put somethin' in your top like Skelly
I'm so 'Stuy, I'm so deadly; why you think these rappers worry,
Chase 'em like - Tom & Jerry, little girl, R. Kelly!
Hit 'em in a hurry, you get cremated or buried
Though I get alot of Feddi, I want "Moore" like "Demi".
Start frontin' and bustin' - cause we be straight stuntin'!
You don't want nothin', hit your brother and your cousin.
Have these lames front tuckin' when we get the gun clutchin'!
We touch 'em! - Shoot in the head! - Infrared...

[Juelz Santana:]
Whether Beamer, Benz or Bentley I be movin' I be movin'
Makin' movies, "Tom cruisin'", if it's action, then I'm shootin'!
Pockets fat! - Neck studded, boy my nickname should be Rueben
My Columbian connect told me that Mexican's have moved in
And he know how I get it, so we 'bout to introduce him
Got a girl named "Cigar" call her that because she "Cuban"!
Got a black chick that be boostin' got a white girl that be Goofy,
Gotta watch her cause she use it, but she fuck me like she stupid.
And she always ready - to give me that Becky!
Last time it was so good, I almost crashed my Bentley. [car pulls away]
Hit the club, order bottles, see the sparks in the sky
Well we will have this whole bitch lookin' like the 4th of July. (hahaaa!)
But if you-if you got to frontin' and the pushin' lead to shovin'
We jus' bustin' and we leavin' like it's nothin'! (it's nothin'!)
If it ain't the Gucci or the Louie, then it's Polo or it's Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me she be baggin' bitches for me! - Get in my...

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I got a girl named Keema! - And Keema like Christina
Baby three don't make a crowd it make the sex seem meaner.
I jus' wanna get between her! - Turn her to a screamer
Then it's one-two, I'm through, see ya. - I scoop her in my...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The-Dream, Jadakiss, Yo Gotti)

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The-Dream, Jadakiss, Yo Gotti)



[Lloyd Banks - hook]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or UGH
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Bentley

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Shorty look at my Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Bentley Benz or Beamer
the four door or the two seater
she’s all on me with no breather
my cologne is exotic reefer
and the chrome wheel is my sneakers
750 full body clap a plastic ke-keep her
this is ether the brand new speaker
my girls a diva, me and lisa, Rose and Keisha
lets take things deeper, peddle pusher
tire screaching you can’t ask girl to freeze her [?]
he’s a pinky ring from freezing
and a hundred dollar season
new GT millimeter get too close you’ll get my fever
throw throw throw up as I roll up
windows rolled up blowing reefer
don’t compare me to no jacker I originate the flow
the flow is so unusual, nothing you have seen before

[Ludacris]
Get in my Beamer Benz or Bentley
my pockets never empty
I got dead animals on and every dead president with me
but I’m all about them benjamins
all about them C-notes
suck it til it’s dry, my pockets got a deep throat
always was a hustler. never was a fool
always go tthat work but I never finished school
honor roll lifestyle nigga get your grades up
highest in my class because I stayed down and blazed up
graduated from the thousands to the milli’s
we drinking conjure we graduated from the Henny
and now I got my night cap driving with my night shades
call me a jerk but I aint going through that tight phase
clothes still baggy enough to let my nuts hang
Ludacris, I’m built Ford tough like a mustang
DTP i got my whole crew with me
pull up on your, look her in the eye and I say get in my...

[Hook]

[The-Dream]
Look at what I’m driving
shorty you should be beside me
If I’m gonna be your provider
I heard you a rider
like a [?]
tell me what you gon do
tell me what you want boo
hit the car lot buy what we want to
Lloyd want to know what kind of car we choose
and after that I’mma drop a stack on them shoes
Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Gucci, Prada, Fendi
Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Fendi
tell me tell me what you want babe, tell me what you want babe

[Jadakiss]
You know I keep the choppers in the cellar
there’s nothing you can tell us
if it ain the M its the GT or the CLS
you aint got to see us, if we there you can inhale us
you either or niggas
you either broke or either jealous
been a problem since niggas is rocking perry ellis
they really just don’t like us cause they wifey’s wanna nail us
just like we from Portland cause we blazing in there trailers
so we sharper than propellers
we sparking them vanillas
the [?] and Barrettas the narks is tryna get us
but we only getting chedder so we down for the whatever
the grass is even greener, the water’s even wetter
Maybach flying spur, new 7 even better

[Hook]

[Yo Gotti]
I bought a set of twenties for my very first Benz
and then I left the club with my baby momma friends
back in 03′ getting head behind ten
club parking lot I never want this night to end
Mr Cocaine got it, all I do is set trends
white on white Lamb with the fishscale fins
yankee blue top, yankee blue fitted
D on my block like I’m from New York city
if it aint a Bentley it’s a Beamer
keep a choppa or a Nina
keep a cutlass up a chevy
trunk sound like a arena
if it’s g-unit and it’s thug gang and Mr Cocaina
all the cars foreign because it’s Bentley Benz or Beamers

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The-Dream, Jadakiss & Yo Gotti)

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. Ludacris, The-Dream, Jadakiss & Yo Gotti)



[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer, Benz or Bentley!
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer, Benz or Ughh!
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer, Benz or Bentley!
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Bentley!

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Shorty what kinda Beamer, Benz or Bentley? - Bentley Benz or Beamer?
The 4 door or the 2 seater, she's all on me with no breather.
My cologne's exotic reefer and the chrome wheel is my sneaker
750 fo' a body, clap the passy you can keep her.
This is ether - thru brand new speakers! - My girl's a diva!
Me and Lisa - Rosé and Kiesha - let's take things deeper!
Pedal pusher tires screeching, boy you can't ice grill a freezer! (huh?)
He's a pinky ring away from freezing in a hundred dollar Ceasar.
An' new GT millimeter; get too close u'll get my fever
Thr-thr- throw up as I roll up, windows roll up blowing reefer. (uh!)
Don't compare me to no Jacka(ss); I originate the flow!
The flow is so - unusual. - Nothing you have seen befo'.

[Ludacris:]
Luda! WHAAAOO! - Get in my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley! (yo!) - My pockets never empty
I got dead animals on and every dead president with me. (HEY!)
But I'm +All About Them Benjamins+! - All about them C-notes!
Suck it 'til it's dry (DRY!) - my pockets gotta deep throat.
Always was a hustla - never was a fool. (fool!)
Always got that work, but I never finished school! (school!)
Honor roll lifestyle; nigga get your grades up!
Highest in my class, cause I stayed down and blazed up. (WHOOOOO!)
Graduated from the thousands to the milli's (milli's!)
We drinking Conjure; we graduated from the Henny. (HEY!)
And now I got my night cap. - Driving with my night shades;
Call me a: "Jerk", but I ain't going threw that tight phase!
Clothes still baggy! (baggy!) - Enough to let my nuts hang!
Ludacris; I'm "built Ford tough" like a Mustang. (AAAHHH!)
DTP, I got my whole crew with me (with me!)
Pull up on your {silence} look her in her eye and then I say get in my...

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (The-Dream)]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yup!) - Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yup!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yup!) - Beamer, Benz or Ughh! (yup, yup!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yup!) - Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yup, yup!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yo!) - Bentley! (yup, yup!)

[The-Dream:]
Look at what I'm drivinnnnn'
Shorty you should be beside of meeeeeee! (yep!)
I'm on that B, I'll provide heeerrrrr
I heard you a rideerrrrr. - Like a pony!
Tell me what you wan do - tell me what you want boo
Hit the car lot - buy what we want to! (whoo!)
Always want to know what kind of car; you choose!
And after that - I'm a drop a stack on them shoes.
Gucci, Prada, Fendi! (uh!) - Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Fendi! (oh!)
Gucci, Prada, Fendi! (uh-huh!) - Gucci, Gucci, prada, Fendi! (oh!)
Gucci, Prada, Fendi! (uh-huh!) - Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Fendi!
Tell me tell me what you want babe!
Tell me what you want babe!

[Jadakiss:]
Hahaaaaaaa! 'Ey! - You know I keep the choppers in the cellar - it's nothing you can tell us
If it ain't the M - it's the GT or the CLS! (hahaha!)
You ain't gotta see us, if we there you can inhale us
Got either or niggas either broke or either jealous.
Been a problem since niggas was rockin' Perry Ellis.
They really just don't like us, cause they wifeys want to nail us. (haha!)
Just like we from Portland, cause we blazin' and they trail us [sniff]
And we sharper then propellers - we sparkin' them vanillas. (uh!)
The larkins and berretas (uhh!) - the Narcs is tryna get us
But we only getting cheddar (cheddar!) so we down for the whatever. (whatever!)
The grass is even greener! (yup!) - The waters even wetter!
Maybach flying spur; new seven even better. (Yeah!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (Yo Gotti)]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (yeah!) - Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (Ay, this yo' boy, Yo Gotti homie!)
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! (NYC what it do?) - Beamer, Benz or Ughh! (HUH!)

[Yo Gotti:]
I bought a set of 20's for my very first Benz (fo' sho'!)
Then I left the club with my baby mama friends. (yo!)
That was back in '03 (three!) - gettin' head behind ten (I was!)
Club parking lot I never want this night to end. (end!)
Mr. Cocaine Gotti, all I do is set trends (I do it!)
White on White Lamb' with the fishscale fins. (whoo!)
Yankee Blue top. (top!) - Yankee Blue fitted. (fitted!)
"D-on-my-Block" like I'm from New York City! (HA!)
If it ain't a Bentley, it's a Beamer; keep a choppa or a Nina (uggh!)
Keep a Cutlass or a Chevy, trunk sound like a arena.
G-G- G-Unit is thug game, and Mr. Coca-ina (Gotti!)
All the cars foreign; cause they Bentleys, Benz, or Beamers! (nigga!)

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Beamer, Benz or Bentley!
Beamer, Benz or Bentley! - Be-Be- Be-Be- Bentley!

 

[fox69]

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. DJ Drama, Fabolous & Juelz Santana)

"Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley (Remix)"
(feat. DJ Drama, Fabolous & Juelz Santana)



[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley
Beat it - I bet she let me; she been fiending since she met me
I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwing on my Gretzky
Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry
Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie
Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready
Pink Rose and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly
I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very
Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly
Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie
Magazine, Mac, Desi, keep my windows like the Prezzie
Press a button and I'm stunting, my roof look like it's ducking
Meter go 200-something and my trunk do wonders bumping
I am not the one for chumping, I will ratchet out and slump him
Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, your money red

[Interlude: Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks]
[Juelz Santana:] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high)
Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks:] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley I be moving, I be moving
Making movies, Tom Cruising, if it's action then I'm shooting
Pockets fat, neck studded, boy my nickname should be Ruben
My Colombian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
And he know just how I get it so we about to introduce him
Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban
Got a black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be boothing
Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid
And she always ready to give me that Becky
Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky
Will have this whole bitch looking like the 4th of July
But if you pussies get to fronting and the pushing lead to shoving
We just busting and we leaving like it's nothing
If it ain't the Gucci or the Louis then it's Polo or it's Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me, she be bagging bitches for me

[Hook]

[Interlude:]
[Fabolous:] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
In that black-on-black thing whenever I ride by
[Lloyd Banks:] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new
I don't handcuff, you can bring the whole damn crew

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Kima's friends with Wendy
And both of these bitches want my penis, evidently
My jeans are never empty - it seems, coincidentally
They say that time is money, so my team be spending centuries
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - life's full of decisions
If hating was a crime, you would do life up in a prison
The spiteful competition knows that they wouldn't have a shot at eating
Even if they had a rifle in they kitchen
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - Banks, 'elz, or Loso
We be paper touching - bank teller flows, ho
Yeah, we smoke a lot of kush, drink hella rose Mo'
Y'all got a disease called "Can't tell the ho's no"
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - we black all of 'em
And we hold heat like a motherfucking oven
My homies, I love em: it's family over everything
And fuck anything that ever try to get above em

 

[fox69]

"Been Around The World"

"Been Around The World"


[Interlude: Bodie]
This ya nigga Bodie...
Tellin' ya... my nigga, Bank$!
He got a punch! After an other punch, then an other punch, then a punch and an other punch!
[beat starts]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Uh! {GOD-... }
Uh-huh! {DAMN!}
Yeah! {CAN'T FORGET... FREE'!}

[Verse:]
I'm from the G- U-N-I-to-the-T,
And I'm high off the drow teary eyed in the V.
With my mind on the dough - nine on my knees. (knees.) {TONY...}
Stash in the car for the NYPD. {AKA... PAPI!}
They love me, they buy my CD.
And it keeps me in a very fly GT.
The insides leather. - The outsides PP!
Man I'm fly as ever - I pop crisp and eat free. {LLOYD BANK$!}
I've been around the world. - Flew home and went back.
Blue guap up on! - Blue stones' my wrist wrap. (yeah!)
Brand new drop on, new chrome I sit back. (back!)
Two tone Mack, I'm two grown for this rap. (whooo!) {Whoooooo!}
You are now rockin' with the flyest.
Your highness, my comeback records like Mariahs. [gunshot]
I'm rhyme Hot97 radi-o {DAMN!}
Got a monico flow, your tiny bread petty. [echoes]

[Outro:]
Boy!
Ugh! {CAN'T FORGET...}
G-Unit! {AXE! }
Yeah... {MY NIGGA KAM!}

[Outro:]
"MO MONEY"... PART 4!
LLOYD BANK$... TAKIN' OVER! [beat fades out]
REST IN PEACE... RUDE BOY!

 

[fox69]

"Beneath Me"

"Beneath Me"


[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
These clowns are beneath me! (beneath me...)
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me! (sneak me...)
Slow down take it easy (easy...)
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely. {SHADYVILLE!}
This rap shit need me! (need me...)
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, I'm ballin' on TV. (TV...)
Your boy all freezy! (freezy...) {NELSON!}
Where I come from they all born greedy. - Niggaz can't see me! (see me!) {G-UNIT!} [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
My generation been misled figured I talk to 'em (yeah!)
For their pry tempt 'em to fill up a courtroom. [scream]
Put the hawk to 'em! - A borough ain't enough they need more room
They get in the way, then let the four blow 'em; they all coon.
Probably be a casualty of war soon (soon!)
Age don't really matter ratties tatted and they all grown. (grown!)
See you on the way to the top - the block's hot!
Drama's don't stop! - It's harder to cop, financial drop. (drop!) [kids ovation]
Stop ridin' (uh!) off the next one, that don't get you respec' son
You should get your neck rung, followed up with a Tec drum. [gunshot]
I X 'em! - Off of my connection, my torture's my protection
For any nigga walkin' my direction! (uh!)
Perfection! - Nothin' less than the nine when I'm sexin'
They excellent! - Profession! - I ain't the one for stressin'. [shot]
Let the project wan' catch 'em! (uh!) - I doubt it if they catch up.
I catch a loss! - A boss! - Hundred grand from the neck up. (yeah!) [shot]
And guess what? - Critics still won't give me my respect but,
I won't be the next GAYme (no!) and I won't be the next Buck! (no!) {DAMN!}
G's 'bout the war go round, that's why my chest up!
Dress up for a occasion! (occasion!) - Glock, hood on my waves in, {OOOOOHH!}
I'm blazin'! - Purple hazin', eye of a Asian - raised in a complication, I am amazing.
I gave 'em! - Fire like the caveman; no comparison!
I prob'ly raised 'em! - Where's my nomination? ! ('nation...) [classic evil laughter]

[Chorus:]
These clowns are beneath me! (beneath me...)
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me! (sneak me...)
Slow down take it easy (easy...)
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely. [gunshot]
This rap shit need me! (need me...)
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, I'm ballin' on TV. (TV...) {50CENT!}
Your boy all freezy! (freezy...) {WHAT?}
Where I come from they all born greedy. - Niggaz can't see me! (see me!) [scream] {OOOOHHH!}

[Verse 2:]
Tryna keep a G calm! (yeah!)
From NY to where the trees palm. - Clap, the innocent receive harm!
So keep on slippin' on the street you can't sleep long (loong...)
Man fuck you! - Your punk crew, and your weak song! {LLOYD BANK$! }
Police wrong! - Niggaz fallin' victims to the beats gone
You in a medication you gotta keep your peace on. (peace on!)
I'm reborn, it's cold out! - And in order to keep warm
You gotta hustle harder! - Handle obstacles smarter!
I charter! (pop! pop!) - From here to get the dollar
From here to the Impala - scholar! - I ain't the one to follow.
Let the ambulance holla! - I put you in a new bed
You talk so much! - Prob'ly don't know what you said! (you said!)
You crew dead, niggaz ain't splittin' up no new bread (bread!)
Nigga I'm the new breed, sick! - Watch the flu spread
Hear the twenty-two lead. - It's more like a fifty shot,
Ride with the +Green Gang+ you niggaz wan' be rich or not! (rich or not!) [gunshot]

[Chorus:]
These clowns are beneath me! (beneath me...) {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Four pound in the GT them niggaz won't sneak me! (sneak me...) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Slow down take it easy (easy...)
You shouldn't tlak so greezy and walk so freely. (walk so freely)
This rap shit need me! (need me...)
Nigga this is much more than a freebee, I'm ballin' on TV. (ballin' on TV...)
Your boy all freezy! (all freezy...)
Where I come from they all born greedy. - Niggaz can't see me! (see me!) [car crash] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Better You Know Me"

"Better You Know Me"


[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Bad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
Two bitches ride me while the time fly by
Niggas love the media they got their mind, not I
I'm high, just happy to be alive, high five
'Bout 50 grand on my hand and the Lamb pop eyes
Animal engine revvin', knockin' predicate felon
I'm excellin', I can show 'um better than I can tell 'um
Double L'in, OG loud that's why you smellin'
Inhalin and exhalin' till they swellin' then these niggas tellin'
Uh, champagne in the speedin' lane
I got the strongest dope out, all I need is a vein
Niggas come in the game fresh, and they leave with a chain
You rapin' shit, gangbangin', I'm leadin' the train
A lot of niggaz mad at me, insecurity actually
Emotion ragin' rapidly, torture majesty
Music address me, got strippers shakin' they ass for free
Shit slow we have to beef, as I paint my masterpiece

[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me...

[Verse 2:]
Lil' niggas gettin' fresh with the mouth, but I'm the cleanest
No doubts or body guards it's me and Jesus
Twin nina's for my demons you can go to hell
I got a Bentley, Benz and Beemer, I can show and tell
Dimepiece, gold chanel
In Amsterdam they get my high tweaked, throw the cell, gwop, do you know the smell
Money change verdicts, don't matter who's murdered
I'm the new breed, them fools had it and burnt it
Perfect, unfaded, I'm walkin' the Earth with
A swagger that's retarded and guarded in every verse, sick
Big pound of purp' shit, don't come on the turf with
Disrespectful looks, you'll get your necklace took...

[Chorus:]
Ain't nuttin' poppin' the tag, we keep the mags, cause they mad
And going on our way to bad
I'm winnin' they ain't glad, boy ready shot for shot, stab for stab
Cause going on our way to bad
Mad enough we got the coppers on our tail
Niggas hatin' at a all time high, the blood spill
Made man one and only, better you know me...