Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Big Bully"

"Big Bully"




[Freestyle over Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Method Man's: "New Wu" beat.]

[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on... [scratches]

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em! {BRING IT BACk!}
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these... [scratches] {LET'S GO!}

[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em!
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'em! (yeah!)
You fall on morning - before it start stormin'
Ain't really no competition - I rip apart all 'em! (all 'em)
Go call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin')
Midnight, midday, mornin'! {GOD-...} [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G's (yeeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC's, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay' jus' copped - now that's triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PO can't rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [?] knees
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sneed!
You know you can't get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe (uh!)
Please don't ask me how I'm livin' when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin' Franklyn's
I land where it's ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus' waitin' (word!)
Cookin' up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin'! (you nerves!)
Listen! - Cause I ain't got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin' black man; bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
Fuck my enemies! (yeah!) - I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like "Amistad"! (YEEEAH!)
Shit-talkin' cause I'm out my card
Leak and the drama [?] sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! - These old niggaz entrees!
You thinkin'? - Cause I been drinkin' like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain't nuttin' changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new lou's they lucky if I do 'em twice,
About to catch my flight to Nice! - Cause I'm nice! (YEEAH!)
Dime after dime I'm the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin' over the damn chair! (uh!) - Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give 'um wide walls and damp hair
There's no falacio in the Lamb', yeah, let's camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I'm kinda rocky
I'm dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi! (on?)
Furs by the Roll! - Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty rats on that - cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon' turn your back on your back bone?
Muscle wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin' on Pat-rone! - There's no chillin' me! (chillin' me!)
My lifestyle's fast dome! - Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!)
The pussy only really yours on her period!
Period! - wrong move, checkmate boy
Mansion, man don't tell me there's a sextape, Lloyd; (uh, uh!)
BANK$! - Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I'm shttin'! - You gon' need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy'll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
"Mary Jane" life her! - The only chick that gets it from me
I'm on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I'm hearin' all the comparin' and the shit is funny (pfff!)
We're not the same I'm different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin' his ass off, I grip the glass jaws;
My flow "Predator" with the mask off!
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I'm back forth!
One man attack force
The knife wonder eight other planets, past Ross - You want bash, boss?
Headed on a crash course! - My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! - You're all mice!
On air, I wouldn't fall off the floordrop
[?] more hot! - And everything that your not!
Warlock! - Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It's all lies he's gonna call the cops!
You ain't a MC, you a fat bitch; I get you Swiss cheese from Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin' one-knees and backflips! - All over rap shit!
And the whole crew at the same time
I'm calm, alley oop when it's game time! - And I ain't even in my prime!
My waistlines' a grey Nine; that'll make your ass
Run like a grey dane! - Chasin' dollar bills,
Don't chase fame! - These niggaz really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn't so many I'd name names, Bergade aim
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain't grow up like most kids! - Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs!
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game's full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
We bring the guns out when they gold glove!
Bottles and Bud! - Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dicked out with a thug!
Dick down on the rug, I skip town with a love!
Blind who? - Take these big diamonds and blood!

[Outro]
Yeah...
I've returned!
The PLK!
Uh!
V5 on the way...
Any day!
I hear you stupid niggaz still talkin', man...
I'm vexed!
Uh!
Yeah! [beat fades out]

[Outro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
ANOTHER CLASSIC! [beat stops]
CAN'T FORGET...
"THISIS50.COM"!

 

[fox69]

"Big Voice Bigger City"

"Big Voice Bigger City"


[Sample: Martin Luther King Jr.]
The Negro masses all over began to re-evaluate themselves.
And the Negro came to feel that he was somebody...
His religion revealed to him that God loved all of his children!

[Verse 1:]
Uhh! - I pray to him - jealous cause he watchin' over them,
I don't pretend! - Wishin' they lose, hopin' I win!
Took my fitted cause I'm driving with no top. (yeah!)
Hotter than a muhfucker ridin' with my Glock!
Knock-knock, who is it? - A hollow tip vist!
You talk it if you live it - if not get delivered!
Niggas hearts goin' frigid. - There's no remorse,
Nigga! - I'd be the last one to give it, hit your ass off you pivot! (uhh!)
Then you pass on the syrup - and welcome the chronic!
They wondering where the real rap; well I'm helpin' 'em find it;
Blinded! (blinded!) - Criminal minded - impoverty binded
Honey! - Just to be where I come from - rewind it your dumb son!
Stuck on slow! - sit they'll you to sleep!
These muhfuckers know the walls is playin' for keeps. (uhh!)
The wounded lay on the street; the goons is playin' for keeps, (uh!)
Be rude to say it at least! - We wanna piece, nigga! (piece nigga!)

[Chorus:]
You ain't gotta like me but you feel me,
If you ridin' with that milli'! (milli'!)
Big voice, bigger city...
You silly if you lookin' round for pitty,
But we grimey and gritty. (gritty!)
Big voice, bigger city...
Stuntin' so these niggas wann' kill me
Ain't a damn thing pretty! (pretty!)
Big voice, bigger city...
You ain't gotta like me but you hear me,
Dead broke or big willie! (big willie!)
Big voice, bigger city...

[Verse 2:]
Money don't make it easy! - Money make it hard! (hard!)
Get smart you can get it - but it don't make you smarter!
The music stop movin', I'm a make them love a car or (car or!)
On contrary to whatever you heard I am harder! (yeah!)
Lyrically vulvar! - Metaphoric father!
Headin' for the dust so I'm an incredible rider.
An a bit of lasange, meet Britney and Tanya, (Tanya!)
No breakfast in bed - just the Ganja! (wooo!)
I kinda miss the days, when we honored honor!
Loyalty cause karma can be a baby mama! (a bitch!)
I been a G since I needed maybe longer, (top!)
Ain't no pictures of me, I bring you the drama,
Llama on your bottom dollar no pain no holla! (YEAH!)
Leave the scene no cops, no collar!
I'm a beast! - The sickest shit spittin on the East. (on the East!)
How I know? - Walk around listen to the street! - Nigga...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Black Superman"
(feat. Tony Yayo & Hot Rod)

"Black Superman"
(feat. Tony Yayo & Hot Rod)



[Intro: Lloyd Bank$ {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
You nigga's know what time it is!
Money bring the hoes!
I always bring the flows. (come on!)
The foes bring out the foes. {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
And it goes...

[Lloyd Bank$:]
I'll get up In ya household.
Fuck everything up a little bit them I'm out slow.
And I ain't worried bout the noise, cause she out cold
And I'm 'bout dough! - The same nigga from the intro to outro;
Hoe! - Black Superman! - Chinchilla for a cape.
G-4 when I sore - back an' forth the tour; ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Boy! - My reign Is sumthin you can't ignore
And after +The Rotten Apple+ you'll understand it more.
I'm a G-Unit nigga, nigga you know what it is!
Queens/SouthSide representited!
And when it's all over, you'll remember what I did
Took a 16 and flipped it into a crib.
The best puss' sing; can't you hear the chicks scream?
My sounds good as money. - I'm underground king! (KING!)
You can tell I'm doin' my thing by the ring
I get It how I spit it - that stop and stare gleam.

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
I don't handcuff no bitch! (handcuff no bitch!)
I care about everything but that bitch! (but that bitch!)
You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch! (gunbutt that bitch!)
It won't be no reward I don't love that bitch! (love that bitch!) - Fuck that bitch! (fuck nigga!)

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$ <Tony Yayo>]
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (bring the hoes!) {Whoooooooooooooooo}
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (bring the hoes!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (bring the hoes!) <THE MONEY BRING THE HOES! >
Black Superman ride's around in the rolls! <HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOO! >

[Tony Yayo:]
Now these hoes wanna holla. - They want the kid number! (OH!)
But didn't pick up when I dialed my pin numbers.
Now I'm a free man, the Feds watch me (YEAH!)
Cause I'm filty off a notebook and a Sharpie. (come on!)
Keysha Coooooole.
Got my baby mama straight burning my clothes, she tired of them hoes.
Pull up in a rolls! Pull up in a Ben'!
Ain't that nigga down with Mr. 50Cent? (YEAH!) ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Ain't that nigga down with EM and Dr. Dre? (BREAK IT DOWN!)
Jackpot bitch, I get pussy for free!
See what my life like, Vegas on the fight night
Right by the ring - next to Don King! (YEAH!) {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
You don't like my raps - fuck how you feel! (FUCK YOU NIGGA!)
I bought a new crib off the ringtone deal. (IT'S JUST THAT, YOU ASS NIGGA!)
One hand on the wheel! - One hand on the steal!
See gutter blew trial, good luck on ya appeal. (HOLD THE HELL NIGGA!) [shot]
See them niggas up north need pots and pans
And them nigga's in the streets need - lots of grams! - YEAH NIGGA!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
I don't handcuff no bitch! (handcuff no bitch!)
I care about everything but that bitch! (but that bitch!)
You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch! (gunbutt that bitch!)
It won't be no reward I don't love that bitch! (love that bitch!) - Fuck that bitch! (fuck nigga!)
("DJ Whoo Kid! ")

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!)
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!)
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!)
Black Superman rides 'round in the rolls! (bring the hoes!) (HotRod: Yeeeeeeaaah!)

[Young HotRod:]
Yeah! Look I don't trust a bitch! (yeah!) - I don't 'cuff a bitch! (yeah!)
I rest my money. - So I 'cuff my chips! (yeah!)
Then I lean on a whip. (uh-huh!) - Then I leans on a strip! (okay!)
10 Gs for the kicks, rent G on a chicks!
Yeeeaaah! (whooo!) - These hoes might be find
When they think about it the best ones, we call 'em Dons!
Look! (look!) - Fuck 10 cents, I need 10 mill'! (uh-huh!)
It's 'em on my neck, that a chains to? . (yeah!) [shot]
Soon is you get to Coupe? - The worst to Roof! (uh-huh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooo}
Turn a shit into a drop, watch the chickens flop! (hahaha!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
It's ours; only work with few pops, (aiyyo man!)
You better strap up, bitch the real tryna turn into you two ol' pops!

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$]
I don't handcuff no bitch! (handcuff no bitch!)
I care about everything but that bitch! (but that bitch!)
You could tie her up and gunbutt that bitch! (gunbutt that bitch!)
It won't be no reward, I don't love that bitch! (love that bitch!) - Fuck that bitch! (fuck nigga!)

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!)
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!)
I chase the money. - The money bring the hoes! (the money bring the hoes!) ("DJ Whoo Kid! ")
Black Superman rides 'round in the rolls! (the money bring the hoes!)

{Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } [beat fades out]

 

[fox69]

"Blow My Mind (Freestyle)"

"Blow My Mind (Freestyle)"



Ayo whassup you know who the fuck this is
This the kid BANKS, ya heard me
The number one fuckin draft pick in any hood..
G-G-G-UNIT!

Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes
I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape
My hearts colder than upstate
So I ain't got time for relationships gimme a slut date
I'm far from sweet but cant get enough cake
Nigga I put you on yo ass like tough brakes
Bitch you be rich if you could spend babys
I disrespect niggas, call men ladies
Where I'm from the guns sound like m-80s
Timbs all year, black brown and gravy
Banks got a gun to back down the navy
So if you owe me, get smacked down and pay me
I'm honest it ain’t no lies
Nigga I don’t even eat in restaurants if it ain't no fries
I throw combos – six, fours, and fives
Don’t put ya hand out, if it four or five
These rap niggas following me like tour guides
Talkin gangsta, like they got more lives
I pound out pussy leave ‘em wit sore thighs
Nigga I been fuckin wit tits before eyes
You might see me in the shit the store hides
I don’t care I punch niggas wit four eyes
Every bar takes away a little more pride
I got somethin for big small and tall guys
We might pull up in big small or tall rides
Might pull up and put a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it wit Banks even the whores tried
I put something in ya gut through ya doors slide
Fuck a tux, i never fall in love with them clothes
I'm ghetto, Timberland bubble gum souls
I done seen girls turn to double dumb hoes
Then they get pregnant, another one grows
Haters must wanna see a brother gun blow
Get at me the kid with the number one flow
If its more than one hoe, sit back and blow me
And argue over my balls like Shaq and Kobe
Yall know me, relax twist back the droey
Yak and moey, fuck around and yap ya roley
Yall don’t want problems so you give me dap to show me
Nuttin but cop lovers runnin wit Axel Foley
Yall aint got no aim buncha sloppy sprayers
Hittin up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas, thought I was sweet, they jock me later
Get ya own shit why you wanna copy hater
I'm a big dog you puppy chow
Always wanna fuck me now cuz they hear my name like they puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul
Blowin dro hand picked from a pluffy spout

 

[fox69]

"Body Erasers Skit"

"Body Erasers Skit"


[Movie Bites from "Snatch (2000)":]
[Sol:] On a fights Lincoln!
[Bad Boy Lincoln:] I thought that was obvious.
[Sol] What'd you do that for? You mistake him for a rabbit? What do you want me to do?
[Bad Boy Lincoln:] Sort it out! I'm not a fuckin' witch doctor.
[Sol:] But you are a bad boy yardie... And bad boy yardies should know how to get rid of bodies!
[Bad Boy Lincoln:] I create the bodies! I don't erase the bodies!

 

[fox69]

"Bomb First"

"Bomb First"


[kids ovation]

[Intro:]
DAMN!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I wish the worst on them niggas! [gunshot] Wish a hearst on them niggas!
Fuck defendin' mine! I'm a bomb first on them niggas.
Send 'em [gunshot] somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas {Whoooooooo!}
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas. [scream]
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with' these lames, time to duck!
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, {GOD-...} light 'em up! {DAMN} [gunshot]

[Verse 1:]
I stack a little, move a little, think a little quicker
Nigga play, he get the hammer, home improvement on that nigga.
Nail 'em down at the salon! - German Luger to that nigga
Cut 'em down, Eddie Scissor, Freddy Krueger on that nigga. [classic evil laughter]
Peep the coward shake my hand, behind my back he take a stab
Haters so predictable! I'll show you how to make 'em mad;
Make more! - Ain't no whistles in this sport - play ball, take 4! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo}
I'll getcha handled on an out of state tour. [scream] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
K small snakes, rattle tattle tale, get they mouth hit
Jealous of the hoe you hit all way down to ya outfit.
Stand up nigga! Got my wisdom from a ghetto vet
Salute 'em from X'ing out but ain't put down the metal yet. {LLYOD BANK$!}
Put me on whatever bet! I'm built for that, I never sweat!
Pleeaase! How you touchin' me and you ain't made no chedda yet?
Nigga this is heaven sent, you know what side I represent
South! Can't nobody save him, tell that boy protect his neck. {COME ON!}

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them niggas! Wish a hearst on them niggas!
Fuck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up!

[Verse 2:]
I think about the sleep, plus I been dreamin' 'bout the money
Money move the world! Make the darkest day feel sunny.
Ain't no question if I'm hungry, shit I only got a taste
Bad enough I'm gettin' money, coppers know me by my face.
Groupies know me from they knees, 50 states and overseas
Fuck you locked up on that corner for if it ain't over cheese?
Jewelers know me for my ice, reefer known me all my life
Keep me calm enough to function, blunts of Sour D all night.
And the industry of motherfuckers I don't even like
Punk rappers everywhere, I feel a robbery tonight!
Ain't nobody gettin' nothin' free, no time to be polite
I can't stand a bitch nigga and you probably the type!

[Chorus:]
I wish the worst on them niggas! Wish a hearst on them niggas!
Fuck defendin' mine, I'm a bomb first on them niggas
Send em' somewhere in the sky, fill a church for them niggas
Put a picture of his face on a shirt for his niggas
Mound of dirt on them niggas, niggas betta wisen up
Time is up! - Everybody get a shot, line 'em up!
Nigga sick of playin' games with these lames, time to duck
Catch him hoppin' out his truck! - Dead stuck, light 'em up! [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}

 

[fox69]

"Born Alone, Die Alone"

"Born Alone, Die Alone"


[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)

[Verse]
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
Stick the heaters through, so we can party good
Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
The Boywonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)

[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)

[Verse]
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!

[Chorus]
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok

[Outro]
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!

 

[fox69]

"Born And Raised"

"Born And Raised"


["Born And Raised" by DJ Khaldead, Trick Daddy, Pitbull & Officer Ricky beat]

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I was born and raised! (uh-huh!) Born and raised! (uh!)
I was born and raised! When ya gone on rage!
I was born and raised! - Born and raised!
I was born and raised, when ya gone to cage! (uh!)
I was born and raised! - Born and raised! (uh!)
I was born and raised! When ya gone to grave!
I was born and raised! - Born and raised! {Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
I was born and raised! When ya gine on rage! [gunshot]

[Verse:]
'Ey! - Look if you talkin' 'bout money - then we can conversate
As long as my momma straight. There's chances that I'm a take! (yeeaaah!)
I neva came off half ass rewind the tape (tape!)
There's all kinda hate, they must want the Llama fate! (yeah!)
You'll neva out shine the great, I'm outside ya gate
Platinum chain diamond plate! (whooo!) - My weed's lime and grape! (uh!) [shot]
We need alota cake! - To breeze up out the state (uh!)
I'm a keep applyin the pressure cause he's about to break!
Ya shits boring they snoring while your performin'
I warned I get up on 'em! - 'Til they all give up on 'em. (uh-huh!)
I cross the finish line in a 500$ shoe (shoe!)
And they wonder how I'm blue. - I'm real! How 'bout you?
If you was you'd have it too! - It's love and hate with' the cream
Don't let anything in between intervene.
You kno my whip is clean! (clean!) - It makes the hoodrats
Run up and the strippers scream! (scream!) - Now that's a difference scene!

[Chorus]
I was born and raised! (uh-huh!) Born and raised! (uh!)
I was born and raised! When ya gone on rage! {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid}
I was born and raised! - Born and raised!
I was born and raised, when ya gone to cage! (uh!)
I was born and raised! - Born and raised! (uh!)
I was born and raised! When ya gone to graves!
I was born and raised! - Born and raised!
I was born and raised! When ya gone on rage! [gunshot]

[Outro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [beat fades out] [gunshot]

 

[fox69]

"Boywonder"

"Boywonder"


[Whoo Kid:]
Whooo
G Unit Radio
No Peace Talks
Part Four

[Lloyd Banks:]
I'm back again

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Now they call me Boywonder but i'm better known as Banks
Got a nine millimeter I'll put nine in your tank
You think that i'm a slip
Nigga hop up off my dick
And the things'll B-A-N-G-
So please don't envy
Niggas get paranoid whenever I come to town
The one your girls fuckin' whenever you're not around
You clown
They feel my sound
And they hear me when I spit
How my jewelry got baguettes and canaries in every chip
Fuck pol you can't scare me on a trip
My jet skis ridin' in Miami with a chick
Thats thick
A hollow tip
Could turn ya man into a bitch
Have him hidin' in the closet by the spannards and the fish
And I know i'm gettin' money but I plan on gettin' rich
See I come from the gutter where theres cameras in the bricks
You should see my whip is sick when I'm ridin' through the hood
You're tired of being broke and mad that i'm doin' good
The police daydreaming of havin' me on that hood
Harrassin' me for I.D. and naggin' me cause they could
But i'm still blowin' wood
And grabbin' it out the jar
I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R

 

[fox69]

"Bring It Back"
(feat. Fabolous)

"Bring It Back"
(feat. Fabolous)



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Small paper forget it, big money I'm with it
I'm smoking good you can smell it though I got hella dough come get it
When you hot the hoes come with it they drop it low and split it
Then bring it back up and make it clap yup, she pitchin and I just hit it
Ho get off my fitted, polo horse I'm jiggy
You ain't gotta ask if she digg me, of course she did I'm witty
I'm a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop with that pretty and I'm shoeboxing that kitty
I'm too hot to fuck with me, I'll chamber you I'm flameable, untameable
Made a name for blue I done think I done find my own lane or two
Brake the brick what I came to do VVS's now chain is blue
Them niggas done got you gassed up, too much of that propane in you
My diamonds bright all kind of white rap JJ I'm dynamite
Niggas still writing them diss raps? niggas lame and I'm not that type
Sleep on me, let the mack pinch you please nigga yo swag simple
My flow hot as my last bitch, she a rat now her ass crippled

[Hook]
Hey, hey, hey
I think I finally done found my way
Yeah, yeah
I get some pussy ‘bout 2 times a day
No, no
You ain’t gon trap me, ain't no trap for macks
Go, go
Girl turn your ass around, and bring it back
Come here baby, we the niggas you wan be standing by
I’m there, I’m standing on sumthing so hold your cameras high
I got that street sound, I’m gettin to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill
Illest nigga around, that's one hell of a hospital bill
Can't seem to find my top, if you boys want proof listen
"Hello, 911 I'd like to report my roof missing!"
Last seen on my lambo coupe, look sick it needs Campbell soup
Bet your man ain't go these, I don't think you want to gamble boo
Studio with my hood chick, True religions and bamble hoops
Laid back coming up with shit, she give me head while the sample loops
Pussy on the low low, call my 'rari Polo
You obviously love my old hoes, new meaning for YOLO
All you niggas gon' learn today, I'm the teacher, I'm the tutor
Few Ray Allens couple cuties, and by Ray Allens I mean the shooters
Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she aim groovy
Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie
Don't get in that car girl, last time you're gonna hear from her
Lost his bitch, I bring her back like next time be more careful bro

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Old money is my lady, new money is my baby
Pimp cup, getting licked up by few bitches, I'm lazy
If its 2 tricks I want 80, these cool kids going crazy
You rocking with the most shady, keep tools gripped it and ready
All I know milk it and [?] she prolly gon' touch all of us
I'm in my own zone my flow is grown I made mine up in a short bust
Watch me hit my number again I'm out that slum I come to win
He with me then he fam dawg cross him and I'm jumping in
Homeboy I got [?] skin, that mean shit don't get to me
My bitch don't care about no other name, she just want no tiffany
If looks can kill we'd be all dead, speed boat trips I'm sick of sea
I asked her for some bomb head, she told me no diggity
One love to my family, you don't look like no kin to me
Back hand like the wimbledon, shes gone off my energy
So much soul Ima live again, ay girl go in the crib with 10
Play games I'll kick your ass out, put that on my timberlands