Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"When I Get There"

"When I Get There"


Purple weed and cloudy skies
Audi rides, used to have to troop, but now we drive
Now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
New movie starring yours truly, make the party live
The mommy's call me daddy
I call them now and then
Tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower
Then it's right back to usual
Excuse how I excuse you
You thought I was looking at you
I was looking through you
Through my eyes I see things clearer
Could it be my Bentley nearer
Gammer under chinchilla
Chill the fuck out 'fore we kill ya
I'm no where near familiar
Live is realer when you're speeding, weeding
Locking house you need, my reality for the evening (Evening)
When you're at the top, the bottom calls
Every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
Pop my bands and buy it all
Put my hands in front of coals
Lot of grands than I'm involved
Problem man, I'll get it solved
Spick and span, no problem

[Chorus:]
Weed it up, tear it down,
That's how we roll (That's how we roll)
Devil wanna take me now
but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down,
Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds
Show up to no one
When I get to the top (The top)
All way to the top (The top)
I'mma shit on you then climb back down
Just so I can spit on you
It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
The shit they do, when you get through

They used to count a nigga out
Remember that to this day
haven't seen me since I made it
Rather have it this way
Hung up my Jersey for a minute, now I'm back in the play
Back in that zone where I'm snapping, rapping like back in the day
in New York city and now California
Styling on you skinny nigga from around the corner
Then found the ?sauna? marijuana in my 2k bomber
Benz or recline, man, I arm her with my rear persona
and riot armor, work magic, don't make me try it on ya
Allakhazam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can
Man, fuck you sucka niggas and your RIP tatts
Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back
I had it hard, don't call me lucky, call me lots of money
My flow ain't from this time, more like two thousand twenty
Bitch, take the space up, back the fuck up I'mma need some room
You know the order, bag 'em, tag 'em, let the G's run through 'em

[Chorus:]
Weed it up, tear it down,
That's how we roll (That's how we roll)
Devil wanna take me now
but I ain't going (I ain't going), too many already down,
Feel like I owe 'em, front your head now then your pounds
Show up to no one
When I get to the top (The top)
All way to the top (The top)
I'mma shit on you then climb back down
Just so I can spit on you
It's pitiful (It's pitiful)
The shit they do, when you get through

 

[fox69]

"When I Was Down"

"When I Was Down"


[Chorus:]
It only feels good when you come up
Cause I remember how it was when I was down
Thought I forgot? (Nah)
Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Fuck ya'all)

When you on top niggaz want you shot
Why do you think we still keep all these guns around?
Ain't nothing change
I'm still the same

[Verse 1:]
I'm just getting out of my bed
The pain in my head from a hang over
It's hard as hell to remain sober
I'm looking swell on that range rover
Soldier, And my bitch don't know nothing more than what I told her
Ever since the stoller
I've been a roller
A rider, a lot of shit changed now that i'm older
Move over, nigga this is my shit now
You see the way his head spin whenever I whip 'round
The game's fucked up if I sit down
So I get up
Strap my vest under my shirt, button my shit up
Then roll through the crowd, lit up
Just to hurt they stomachs like the results from a thousand sit-ups
You gotta love how i'm doing this
If I get bored I'm a call Jacob, tell him to put a little blue in this
Haters wanna ruined this
Cause I get paid and I walk around high all day like a stewardess

[Chorus:]
It only feels good when you come up
Cause I remember how it was when I was down
Thought I forgot?
Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Yeah)

When you on top niggaz want you shot
Why do you think we still keep all these guns around?
Ain't nothing change
I'm still the same

[Verse 2:]
The way I deliver these verses
Tends to keep the song alive
All the weak shit crumble only the strong survive
And with that in mind
I'm tusling with 3 or 4 chicks at a time
'Fo Fifth's by the blinds
Rubber grips by the spine
I'm lazy as hell
But love the chips love the grime
Love the strip love the crime
I try to keep my bars so good so they don't get knocked
And run into a pit stop before a shit pop
It's all fucked up, niggaz pointing finger in the court room
Till the consequences and cooperating get brought to him (Snitch!)
And ya'll know the punishment for those bastards
It's a closed casket, black bag made of plastic
Ever since I blew I...
Been listening to you lie
Now i'm out in Dubai
Niggaz never knew I
Making it first class whenever I do fly
Knowing Jake wanted to see the whole crew fry

[Chorus:]
It only feels good when you come up
Cause I remember how it was when I was down (Haha)
Thought I forgot?
Nobody on my block thought I would pop (Yeah)

When you on top niggaz want you shot
Why do you think we still keep all these guns around? (Haha)
Ain't nothing change
I'm still the same

 

[fox69]

"When The Chips Are Down"

"When The Chips Are Down"


[Lloyd Banks]

Yee! [laughs]

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down

[Voice in beat]

Down…
The paint is peelin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta lose all feelin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: The Game]

Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Where I'm At"
(feat. Eminem)

"Where I'm At"
(feat. Eminem)



[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, you got me
I'm up now, it's your loss
It sucks to be you

[Eminem]
History is like a point of no delay
Keeps repeating itself, what else can I say?
You wondering why I act this way
I never should've gave you the time of day
Guess you know what time it is now, ay?
There must've been a gust of wind
Cause you change your mind every time it blows and you just changed it a-motherfucking-gain
You just said you just wanted some dick, 'fore I stuck it in
I wouldn't have been such a prick to you, fucking men
You say you don't trust 'em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin? Some shit is going down
You must've just not have been truthful from the start
See for me it'd be nothing to say you never had my heart but I'd be lying
Fucking see why they call this bullshit a relationship, ships sink
And you know it's love as soon as you fall in it cause shit stinks
And it feels like every time I fucking do, I get jinxed
Cupid must've put a curse on me, six weeks
have went by, and we only spoke twice
I'm sittin in your driveway calling you from the car, suffice
I think it's safe to say you're not at home
I'm calling your cell phone you answer but I can tell though, that you're not alone
How was I to know?
It should've been time to go a long time ago; I kept holding on
It's comical when I think back now, why I couldn't get the hint
You feel the draft you were thrown, I wasn't catchin your drift
But there's a cold breeze blowing over me, I'm over you
Success is the best revenge to pay you back, and that payment is overdue
I overcame odds to get even
The sober me is shittin all over the un-sober you
And I hope they play this at every club that you're going to
I'm haunting you bitch, everywhere you turn I'm following you
Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true
It's killing you now, yeah I hope the hoe dies slow in you
It's cause of you now I don't trust 'em at all, fuck 'em
Middle finger up, I'ma just keep grabbin my balls, cup 'em
I never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up 'em
So buttercup don't try to come back knocking on my door all dolled up
Cause I'm moving on, don't worry about me
Cause I'ma be just fine without you, you'll see
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I'd much rather be
Cause God damnit I'm glad that I'm me

[Chorus 2X: Eminem]
I said if you could be where I'm at (bye bye)
You'd wanna be you too (I'm living without you)
If you felt the way I feel I bet you'd be in as good a mood as I am
But you don't cause you just feel like you

[Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I've had it for the last time, your actions got me hot as my last rhyme
Your options are leave or get put out, granted your ass fine
But fine just ain't gon' cut it, drama's what you're in love with
You and your bitches you run with, lately I'm feeling smothered
You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered
Conceited with Cover Girl motives, I gotta rise above it
You think them models loving me, I'm thinkin 'bout who doesn't
Doesn't really matter what you say, sickness in my stomach
Told you I was gon' be splittin, you don't think I mean it?
Meant through with everything that I got, fuck you, ain't no secret
No apologies you keep it, now that I'm doing my thing and you peep it
The badder times all outweigh the recent
Your energy, who needs it? Every rumor you hear you go believe it
Point out the times you seen it, you stabbed me should've linked it
Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out
It's my fucking life, let her find a way to stay out
Bet you thought I'd break, it ain't that easy
Bet you thought I'd need you a million times before you need me
Leave me everything that I gave to you, ain't no freebies, get your coat and go
The female Pinocchio, money hungry hopeless hoe
You fucking with my focus so, go back to that trunk and play the role befo'
Love is like a cancer when you don't let go (go)
I'ma blow for sho', unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don't need you sinkin us, hope you float
Lying through my teeth, I hope you don't (drown, drown)
Now the sound of that be dope, bottles pop hourly smoke
Hit me the pride that we broke, let them girls crowd on me go
If they got somethin to show, let them show me
I don't love 'em, never lonely, never even left a scar
You fell hard, I'm laughing, ha ha ha ha ha
Tire smoke, fancy car, nothing is what we are
No beginning, no tomorrow... [echoes]
Cause I'm moving on, don't worry about me
Cause I'ma be aight without you, you'll see

[Lloyd Banks, Eminem]
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I'd much rather be
Cause God damnit I'm glad that I'm me

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
I said if you could be where I'm at (I'm at, I'm at...)

 

[fox69]

"Whip Pussy"

"Whip Pussy"


[Movie Bites]
Shit, I'm a find me some new pussy!

[Intro:]
YEAH!
You know me...
L-L-O-Y-D!
Uh!
I'm a tell you the way my momma told me...
Back in 1993 don't love everything you see...
YEAH!
Uh!

[Verse 1:]
You love that girl, don't you? - See that's the only reason I can think of
That'll wanna make you give that broad all of your paper
Ooor - maybe rational thinking just ain't in your nature bol
But think about what niggas in your hood will take you for.
Maybe your blinded or maybe you just a punk
Cause she's a hoe! - And you give her everything she want. (yeah!)
Look! - I'm a tell you the way my momma told me
Back in 1993 don't love everything you see. (see...)
Pussy equals power, power puts niggas is prison
Prison put niggas in positions to be someone he isn't
Wishing he ain't go that route - maybe that's what loves about.
Man, fuck that, until I'm dead, I'm a SHOUT! [Female singing:] (Don't chaase it!)

[Chorus (Female singing):]
You'll agree if your anything like me (Don't, don't...)
Before I die of a pussy, I'd give up my right knee. [echoes] (Don't chaase it!)
Loosen up yo' handcuffs when you come around me,
She ain't the only fish swiming in the sea. [echoes]
I whip pussy, don't let pussy whip me!
See I'm a tell you the way my poppa told me. [echoes]
Especially if the broad stuck on me
Don't keep a caged bird let the mothafucker free!

[Verse 2:]
Uh! - I like 'em small tall slim thick; yeah, I'm on that pimp shit!
Top down hat low, candy paint rims slick. (whoooo!)
Fresh cut new fit - in my navy blue shit (uh-huh!)
Two clips beefing with niggas I went to school with. (fucka!)
Your buying a product gotta kid growing inside her
I done had her everyway I want, bottom top back front (YEAH!)
Head down, ass up, fast fuck in back of the 'Lac truck
Gat tucked - in between the seats keep!
Everything I just said stored inside your head (uh-huh!)
Shit, look at it this way - you'll still have all of your bread.
Maybe I'm just cold hearted, maybe that's what loves about
Fuck that until I'm dead, I'm a shout! (YEAH!) (woman singing: Don't chaase it!)

[Chorus (Female singing):]
You'll agree if your anything like me (Don't, don't...)
Before I die of a pussy, I'd give up my right knee. [echoes] (Don't chaase it!)
Loosen up yo' handcuffs when you come around me,
She ain't the only fish swiming in the sea. [echoes]
I whip pussy, don't let pussy whip me!
See I'm a tell you the way my poppa told me. [echoes]
Especially if the broad stuck on me
Don't keep a caged bird let the mothafucker free!

[Outro:]
Nigga!
Gettin' up set me,
See this nigga's like YOU!
And make nigga's like me...
Look like niggas like you...
PICK THA NUTS UP, MAN!
We ridin' behind that bitch; what she got in GM I got you, right it?
Stop it!

 

[fox69]

"Who Shot Ya Freestyle"

"Who Shot Ya Freestyle"


[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk shit to the stars bro
I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
They bust you down like a Marlboro
And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
You don't want to know how much this cost
Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
And them record execs pull out a grip for us

[Music stops]

[Snoop Dogg:]
Yo what up? this is Big Snoop Dogg
The Big Snoopy D-O- Double Gizzle
For shizzle dizzle
Tellin' you to get the S-W-A- tizzle
SWAT motherfuckers

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk shit to the stars bro
I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
They bust you down like a Marlboro
And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
You don't want to know how much this cost
Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
And them record execs pull out a grip for us
I'm the shit boss
And on top of that you can expect me to win like a New York Knick boss
You actin' like you want to lay where your mom stay
I'll put red dots on you like Kwame'
I'm blowin' Bomb Bay
Cause it always pays off to make ya important decisions the calm way
My hood bitch'll get you set up god
Cause her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
You can't even get a show Lloyds on his job
Jet Black tints on the 'Voy and the 'Sage
Take a look at this enormous garage
If you listen you can hear the noise of manage
Shit i'm royalty like Bin Laden
You been lyin'
I got Siamese Glocks
You gon burn 'till the boy gets rid of ya
You'll be a ghost dog like Forest Whitaker
Whoever thought they'd be askin' for his signature
And tourists visit ya
For all this literature
Shit we ain't the cats from the movies we overlooked
I'll put a cast on your ass like a broken foot
You can't teach me how to stunt nigga I wrote the book
A gourmet maids on the payroll to cook
And if i'm travelin' off land the boat is took
Cruisin' slow so all the old folk can look
These little niggas is so so, i'm so good
I got the crowd in a choke hold in your hood
Quarter poundin' a low low the pro should
Ya sales movin' slow mo ya go wood
You want to see me handcuffed in the slammer
Lookin' that tough in the camera
My suppliers married to a real Rasta
All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa
No candles or chilled lobster
Its a flat screen, a little BET
Throw on a DVD
Then its brain on my B-E-D-
I pass her off to my nigga

 

[fox69]

"Who's Your Favorite"

"Who's Your Favorite"


[Intro:]
"V5"! [scratches]
Y'ALL BEEN WAITIN'...
YEAH, I GOT IT! ("This is exclusive! It's heard it first on G-Unit Radio!")

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Still countin' money! {LLOYD BANK$!} [gunshot]
Hhhaahahaa! {PLK!}
YEAH!

[Verse:]
Ay! - Who's your favourite MC? - I'm the new version! (UH!)
Flow tight like err tooth hurtin'! (YEEAH!)
I'm 'bout as tight as rock and roll pants (uh!)
Notice I said rock! - Lean in your stance! (stance!)
I put chicks on hold, you just hold hands (yeah!)
Clap about four in a row with no romance! (UGH!)
I'm vacatin'! - Sending niggaz to flow camp (flow camp!)
My future bright as ice! - Solid gold lamp! (bling!)
I polish, blow, trim! - Them hoes wipe me down! (down!)
She had a purple label! - She with a White-T now! [scream]
I caught the right rebound! - They won't invite me now!
I sleep through drama! - Any given night we down! [gunshot] (damn!)
I pick the Gucci up! - Now I'm a H-boy!
20 stack waster! - Me and your pants make noise! (YEAH!)
I clap wifey's - runnin' they mouth
If it wasn't for me you had no money to count!
That's what I'm 'bout! [scream] (UHH!) - Lloyd like Floyd with the punch!
Baller! - Boy U shoot your boy out his [? ]
Shopper! - I got to hit 'em all up for munch!
She a deuce? - She can't even twirl up my blunts! (BLUNTS!)
Max Payne pumps, slump a demon out his Beamer (poots!)
Swine Flu fever when I'm bleedin' out the speaker! [gunshot]
Game speak good things! - I'm what the game lacks!
I rap circles with ya! - You're on train tracks! (yeah!)
On trainin' wheels (yeah!) - can't even pay your bills (yeah!)
I smoke you like [? ] (yeah!) - I eat Fillet Mcmeals! [Vincent Price laughs]
With my favorite vixen, she in my favorite heels!
And they make her just the right height - doggystyle all night!
Jamaican in sight! - My whole series 'bout the block! (uh, uh!)
Cliffhanger! Meet you niggaz at the mountain top! (Hello!)
In my Louie slips, countin' gwop, chronic by the pound, {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Why not? - I'm gettin' money, 'fore I sign the dot! (uh-huh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
My first track back at it, it's called a classic! (classic!)
I "Worked Magic", brought "Halloween Havoc"! (yeeah!)
Brought the masses to the "Cold Corner";
You loved it! (loved it!) - "4-30-09" and 2 made it much warmer! [gunshot] {DAMN!}
"V-Fizzy" makes your new shit a frisbee!
Uh! - [? ] the window of the shuttle! (whooo!)
One word to sum a nigga up - DOMINANCE! (DOMINANCE!)
Can't a human touch me! - That's CONFIDENCE! (CONFIDENCE!)
You play around, you pay, that's a promise, honest! (honest!)
Nigga open your ears, that's the knowledge! (knowledge!)
Minus the college but I'm hip, that's street smart
Stick your hand in the beef! - You can leave with three parts! (uh-huh!)
My skin [? ], so words you don't get to me! (don't get to me!)
I'm one of the nicest niggaz with words in history (history!)
UH! - A' Army solo on my "Armani" polo!
Fly gangster packin'; but I'm calm and low tho! [gunshot]
.Fo-fo! - He ain't the ones to throw your fist ta
We got the Mack-Mr., and they spit like Twista! (ta-ta-tatta!)
And I don't twist bottles I pop 'em! (uhh!)
I'm poppin' e'rywhere, fists, models and drop 'em (uhh!)
Chicks follow 'em, jock 'em; then I'm on my way from coppin'
This was yesterday, and the day gon' put the box in! - WHAT'S POPPIN'?

[Outro:]
Huh? {"V5"!}
Full speed ahead no stoppin'!
Yeeaahhh! {Y'ALL CAN'T STOP THAT}
It's that "V5"!
Yeahh!
Mines the next V-12!
Yeah!
FUCK THE HATERS!
Real niggaz live long... {CAN'T FORGET...}
Uh! {"THISIS50.COM!"}
SouthSide stand up!
Your boy...
P-dot-L-dot-K! [beat fades out]
YEEEAHHH! [beat stops] {DAMN!} [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"Without My Glock"

"Without My Glock"


[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (yeah!)
Cause you got toast up in here. (uh-uh!)
Well nigga let's get one thing clear (yeah!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (Glock...)
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (huuh?)
Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
Don't think you're leavin' here with this. (uh-uh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock. (yeah!)

[Verse 1:]
I'm older level level, when it comes to this (uh!)
Catch smungin' in miss, starp done do this, (uh!)
Raps hungriest! Tops sold us! Hopped over this!
Cheap imitations try - could finna icepop call the bitch! (whoooo!)
Why is get tap? - You rep can control the snitch,
Which? - These I mean on bing if I done bricks!
I dump karrots and ring over flow the wrists, (bling!)
Man, I even bring the thing when I go to piss. (haha!)
Look! Money ain't a thing thought I told them this. (uh-uh!)
Yo' ball big as Yayo ming I'm a soldier miss. (YEAH!)
Only problem in Hip-Hop is waiting. (no!)
No when that butter! (uh!) - I make the strip pop like bacon, hatin'. (whooo!)
So look sloppy so I stop get the rolly fitted.
Got a fanbase in the towns that think Kobe did it. (ooooh!)
Them dickryders on the block and they starvin'
Give me a year I'll be rockin' the garden. (uh-huh!)
They'll still be in the bricks, same bitch, same sloppy apartment. (damn!)
Bubble gum on the top of your carpet.
Food stains in your clothes; they can't catch him, dude changin' his flows,
More than these hoes! (whooo!) - Just he got a range and a rose!
And these hoes didn't always love me I was pissin' them off. (uh-huh!)
Cause you got to fuck Bank$ before you get to the boss! (uh-huh!)
Now I've moved up in rank, ice chips in the cross
To see me blow - is like vice grips on your balls. (yeah!)

[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared,
Cause you got toast up in here.
Well nigga let's get one thing clear
I don't leave the block without my Glock.
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch?
Or got all these stones on my wrists?
Don't think you're leavin' here with this.
I don't leave the block without my Glock.

[Verse 2:]
I was destined to swim backwards in cash. (uh!)
Since the day I was smacked in the ass. (yeah!)
Give me that blue push in the booth and I'll be back in a flash.
First week I'll be platinum and half - going hard in the Yard.
Still hungry like I'm back in the draft. (uh-huh!)
Same shitty attitude Cadillac in the stash. (uh-huh!)
It's the critically acclaimed! (yeah!) Lyrically inclinded. (yeah!)
And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes. (YEAH!)
Nowadays niggas tell
Your own boss set you up (uh-huh!) - like Avon and Stringerbell. (whooo!)
From the ghetto like Akon, so bring a L. (yeah!)
You're worthless like a weddin' ring in a cell.
Hell all day I'm blowin' dope.
See the aroma on my coat? - It's stronger then 2nd hand smoke. (yeah!)
When I toat! - I blow it in the sky for the slaughter,
And for every mother and daughter that died in that water.
For that lil' girl playing outside when they caughter her (yeah!)
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner.
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps.
Cause every bar hit ya - hard as an Muhammad Ali punch. (whooo!)
My bitch got an ass about as wide as an tree trunk.
She hit once - I think about her for 3 months.
Don't you know my nigga L pop off wigs? (uh-huh!)
Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids.

[Chorus:]
I guess I'm suppose to be scared, (uh-uh!)
Cause you got toast up in here. (yeah!)
Well nigga let's get one thing clear, (uh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock! (YEAH!)
Is it because I'm standing with your bitch? (HUUUH?)
Or got all these stones on my wrists? (bling!)
YOU THINK you're leavin' here with this. (eh-eh!)
I don't leave the block - without my Glock!

[Outro:]
YEAH!
Lloyd Bank$, nigga!
GanGreen nigga...
Ya know the team, nigga!
G-UNITTT!
Shaaaady...
IT'S OVER!
NOTHIN'... ELSE... WINS!

 

[fox69]

"Without You"

"Without You"


[kids oveation]

[Verse 1:]
Uh! - If you a G, this for you! (for you...)
Possessive mind, if I see it I pursue. (uh!)
Take a look at where I come from - you'll see what I been thru (thru!)
Snake niggas get be-headed, guillotine 'em out the crew. [kids ovation]
Funny thing is without you - I wouldn't have a clue!
On what to do when ran into - a lady such as yourself (yeah!)
Not lady as in a gender - but lady as in character
My lady heart bigger. (bitch!) - I love my Glock, married her! (whoo!)
Carried her thru my daily, they mad - they can't get near me [police sirens]
Think I won't - hit ya, dare me, you'll be smoked, CLICK, ya hear me? (hear me?)
But not really! - Shout to all the haters (yeah!)
Cause that's all they really want - attention from money makers! [gunshot]
With' mansions and friendly neighbors (uh!) - and VVS lasers (uh!)
Pool parties, bitches in bikinis doin' favors.
Had negative niggas raised us. - And gave us the game
Planned everything carefully. - Prepared to be the mane. (mane!)

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
The hatin' don't get me! - Them switch-siders won't switch me (naah!)
They wishy! - And disloyal - broke and shifty!
If we really want you gone, then you'll be gone - don't wrong!
Sad song, they been frontin' mad long. - Blast on 'em! [gunshot]
Laugh at em'! Gas face 'em, chase 'em [gunshot] to the train station!
Cause you know he don't push shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!) [shot]
I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide.
No bright colors, all black when we outside. {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse 2:]
Dressed up and Vest'd up. - Hennessy in my stress cup (strees cup!)
Princess cut from the neck up, hand on my right and my left nut. (whoo!)
ESV'in cause Cadillac make the best truck
I fill 'em up with females, beggin' me to be sex'd up. [scream]
Heaven is where we end up, cause it's been hot as shit here (shit here!)
It's gotta be hell! - How many died this year? (huh?)
Heavy fly wrist-wear; am I the guy? Shit, yeah! (shit, yeah!)
You deserve to sit, you give homicide tip, queer. [gunshot]
I like my bitch rare! (naaah!) - Not all in the street!
That'll getcha peter rolled - meter blown all in ya seat. (in ya seat!)
We don't care if no one eat! - We don't trust them! (them!)
And they don't trust us; no one speak! - Grimey, 'til I go to sleep! (yeah!) [blast]
Chrome hearted Rover feet. - Nigga picture me trick!
You KNOW I'm cheap! (KNOW I'm cheap!) - I getcha seasick, the flow is deep. (deep!)
You getcha knees hit, ya fingers broke you STILL
Treatin' this shit just like the street - dope for sale! (eeee-eeeeehhh!)

[Chorus:]
The hatin' don't get me! - Them switch-siders won't switch me (naah!)
They wishy! - And disloyal - broke and shifty!
If we really want you gone, then you'll be gone - don't wrong!
Sad song, they been frontin' mad long. - Blast on 'em!
Laugh at em'! Gas face 'em, chase 'em to the train station!
Cause you know he don't push shit! (push shit!) - Neck full of bullshit (bullshit!)
I'm ridin' with' a full clip! Same clique, SouthSide.
No bright colors, all black when we outside. [gunshot]

[Outro:]
SHADYVILLE-dot-BIZ! [kids oveation]
CAN'T FORGET... LIGHT THE BARBER! [beat fades out] [police sirens] [kids oveation]

 

[fox69]

"Work Magic"
(feat. Young Buck)

"Work Magic"
(feat. Young Buck)



I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride, (yeah)
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Holding it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wide (yeah)

[Verse 1 (Lloyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (who)
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highly
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when I'm shopping 'cause when the mall stampeding you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks):]
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverly Hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We living in hell
You better guard your grill homey
And stand your ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoever's standing around
I never learn even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Casheville you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Lloyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah ain't talking shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jabs will black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the Louisville will have your head looking like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girlfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart laughing a small
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproof's snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker

[Chorus]

Yeah [laughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga