Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Burn Freestyle"
(feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)

"Burn Freestyle"
(feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo)



[50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey
Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day
Some cry on they knees when they pray
All you hear is he said she said around the way
I'm in the no fly zone private hide away
Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day
When my revolver spray
You better andalay
I take ya moms away
Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay
On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay
Listen hombre
I glisten in broad day
The feds got me framed in a picture
Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya
Like Amy Fisher
Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier
Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers
We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay
Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes
We pop Mo's and puff ounces
In the club we pay off them bouncers
To lay off the Tray Pounders
When the cops raid the crib they want the houses
Fed times head lines read about us
Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?
Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja
Never had a seed but I please your baby mama
Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna
Put her on a track too ten niggas want her
Flaunt her
Get my cheese back on the corner
Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer
Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner

[50 Cent:]
One time
Thats Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks come on come on

[Tony Yayo:]
50 you can retire whenever you ready

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm
In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up
Got the Balm
Blowin' on sticky with a slut
It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck
I'm tryin' to find where the party is at
I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black
My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals
The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos
I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"
Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted
I practice in boats so I could balance it
I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up
Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck

[50 Cent:]
Yeah ya lame
Ya wanksta

 

[fox69]

"Burying Bodies"
(feat. 50 Cent)

"Burying Bodies"
(feat. 50 Cent)



[50 Cent:]
Yeah Lloyd Banks Uh huh Boywonder

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Allow me to re-introduce myself my name is L-L-O- to the Y-D-
I'll hook your stupid ass up to an I.V.
All of a sudden niggas think that they can try me
Cause my videos on MTV
But if anybody comes near me then I'll be caged in the slammer
My fans callin' me stupid cause it was all over music
But as soon as you cut 'em slack they abuse it
I'm tryin' to figure out who these niggas got me confused with

[Whoo Kid:]
Bring it back
Mo' Money In The Bank Part Three

[50 Cent:]
Yeah Lloyd Banks Uh huh Boywonder

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Allow me to re-introduce myself my name is L-L-O- to the Y-D-
I'll hook your stupid ass up to an I.V.
All of a sudden niggas think that they can try me
Cause my videos on MTV
But if anybody comes near me then I'll be caged in the slammer
My fans callin' me stupid cause it was all over music
But as soon as you cut 'em slack they abuse it
I'm tryin' to figure out who these niggas got me confused with
Before the goons flip
Nigga you'll lose shit
Like ya equilibrium and what you chew ya food with
Followed by chest pains
Cause I ain't wrestling
Life is like a chess game
And its my move
You lose
I cruise
Big Benz
No friends
Just me one nine
Full clip i'm fine
Lets ride I can guarantee ya I won't sleep
And ain't a nigga you can sic on me that I won't rip shit

[50 Cent:]
I heard that nigga Nas talkin' about me
He don't want it with me
He can't even fuck with my niggas
Do you hear this nigga Banks?
Oh my god

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
To fade me its gon' take more than guts
You need the eye of a tiger, heart of a lion and King Kong's nuts
You babblin' like we're a pair
'Till I flip and put your ass up there
Like a motherfuckin' Care Bear
Now I pull on the spot
The best ho on the whole block
She could suck the gum out of Blow Pop
My son ready with the gun
And I bet he stick ya noodles on the wall like spagetti when its done
Ya boy bring Shottas and machetes when I come
Through the city
Knockin' 50
Rocky bezey in the slums
Son, In the lab like Gotti crib
I done jumped into more kicks than The Karate Kid
Probably did
The Boywonders the american idol
And every night I go to bed with the title
An infared and a bible
Niggas only deserve one line
My diamonds'll light up the building so I don't need the sun shine

[50 Cent:]
What Shyne talkin' about me?
All ya'll didn't tell him what happened since he been gone?
I run this shit nigga
Ha ha
Banks these niggas haven't heard the craze
Niggas starvin' man
We can't even blame 'em for what they sayin' baby
Nah baby
They fuckin' hurtin' man
These niggas is starvin'

 

[fox69]

"Call It How I See"

"Call It How I See"


[Intro:]
Uh!

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I call it how I see it! - And I see it out the Beamer
With my metal Tag along picture me without the Nina. {WHAAAA'? }
I'm a thousand times cleaner! - And my bitch thick as Trina. (yeah!)
But my grip is my main girl - don't shit come between her. (uh!)
Man I floss like the sortes [kids ovation] - top 5 in the 40
I drive by with your shorty like: "Ha-ha! Record me! " (ha-haaaa!)
You saw me, you saw a spaceship - like Cranberry an' grey shit (shit!)
My challenger a sharpy who the fuck you tryna race with. [gunshot]

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, Youkno'msayin'?

[Intro:]
Uh!

[Verse:]
I call it how I see it! - And I see it out the Beamer
With my metal Tag along picture me without the Nina.
I'm a thousand times cleaner! - And my bitch thick as Trina. (yeah!)
But my grip is my main girl - don't shit come between her. (uh!) {DAMN! } [gunshot]
Man I floss like the sortes [kids ovation] - top 5 in the 40
I drive by with your shorty like: "Ha-ha! Record me! " (ha-haaaa!)
You saw me, you saw a spaceship - like Cranberry an' grey shit (shit!)
My challenger a sharpy! - who the fuck you tryna race with? [scream] {LET'S GO! }
Face it! - You can't keep up the pace with (uh!)
The ice beef up (uh!) your bracelet (uh!) - he's nice (uh!), he loves the hatred! (uh!)
That 1998 shit! (uh!) - That brightning bright (uh!) as day shit (uh!)
That I just got a K shit. (uh!) - That y'all just better pray shit. (oooooaaaaooohhhh!) [gunshot]
Jackpot, domino my word play phenominal!
Kay, Clue and Drama know I'm on the rap honor roll.
Riding with the Llama though these Jack boys robbing so (so?)
The hood respect violence! - I'll smoke you on my mama bro. (mama bro!) [gunshot]
I'm layed back comfortbly. none these niggas could fuck with me
Actually some these niggas my sons (sons!) - I got custody. (uh!)
Misery loves company (yeah!) - but all my money come to me (yeah!)
Keep that on the humbaly - you don't believe come and see. (come and see!) {DAMN!}
Niggas they ain't fucking with him! - They fuck with me! (fuck with me!)
Semi-auto' holo flow! - Who the fuck stopping me? [gunshot]
I start the car without the key, I got the key without my L (L!)
The only L, I got! - Got Kush in it don't even smell. (smell!)
One monkey don't stop the show (show!) if you don't eat, I don't starve (starve!)
I'm drunk and I'm popping mo' I bet a G I'll ma-nage. (ooh!)
Catch me in foreign cars - 9-M entourauge (entourage!)
Louie v shoe shopping - 9-10 boxes, God! (9-10 boxes, God!)
Niggas got bills and should'nt even have air
Bitch niggas can't breathe bob weave air! (YEAH!) [gunshot] {HA!}
Same scheme different year, lames bleed disappear
Aim squeeze hit his ear, brain dead stiff a chair! - G'eah!

[Outro:]
{"RETURN... OF THE PLK"! }
Uh!
SouthSiiiiide! {LLOYD BANK$!}
It's a 2 G thing! [shot]
E-he, e-he! {Y'ALL CAN'T STOP IT}
"PLK"!
A.k.a... {LET'S GO! } Dollar Sign! [police sirens] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Can She Live?"

"Can She Live?"


[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? tryna send that ass home in a cab
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don’t want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying the bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Hold, hold up, stop, stop the press
Cut it back to them, drop hoes for less
You gonna stay in your line I won’t play with your mind
I’m all day on the grind, I won’t stress
Stressed out cause I’m fucking all night
Screwing all day, I’ma try these new moves on Shay
Tell her call her friend Chante
She can bring Kesha and we all gonna party my way
She lost her mind, she on to click, we bond and shit
You know wine and shit, cause if I knew the things you know
You can bet my roll I'm gonna fire quick
And that was for every nigga I know g’s don’t follow me
Got my eyes low
Make her ass feel real good today and then leave her tomorrow

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? tryna send that ass home in a cab
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don’t want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying the bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Boy what’s up with that hate
Hating can’t fuck us up it’s too late
You working that nerves dog you won’t break
You can take all the time you want, she gon wait
You know anything goes when I get them in the game
I don’t know, prolly make a tape
Tape her ass up, make it shake
Put her pretty ass in the doggy bag make her play
4 bad red bones in a row
Bout my dog, I don’t love no ho
Pretty girls wanna be around my show
Nigga no means no cut it out let her go
Living fast, suck my dick slow
That head be the honor roll
Spending whole damn day watching me
That's why she never got time no more

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Damn man, can she live?, can she do the thing with the kid
You tryna turn a ho to a housewife and she wanna go back to the crib
Damn man, is you mad? tryna send that ass home in a cab
That pussy worth your whole damn world, that must be the best one you ever had
You looking for a trick then you don’t want me
She tryna get paid and I fuck for free
You a bird nigga you paying the bills
Fucking with me, she lucky she chills

 

[fox69]

"Cashing In"

"Cashing In"


[gunshot]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!
I'm back! {MO MONEY!}
Gang Green! {PART 3!}
Yeah! {"CA$HING IN"!} Yeah!

[Verse 1:]
Yo' boy's sick! - So move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker! - Burning them trees up like Usher. (whoo!)
When I teach you how to rap fam' - I'm in that black van (uh!)
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman. {NONE STOP}
Who gives a fuckk if it's our brawl (uh!)
'Cause my dog got the windows from the 24 hours store. (shit!)
I'm on the verge of flippin'
Lord send me a sign! -'Fore I empty this .9 and leave the board drippin'! [gunshot]
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken! (uh!) - Whoever you send - I'm a rip 'em! (g'eah!)
I'm added to {DAMN!} society! - Mainly with' my system.
Run and put em' in the truck - like a kidnapping victim. (uh-huh!)
I'm papa so they pushin' me harder!
My associates got interior motives like - wishin' his father. (uh-'uh!)
I figure! - I rather play with' these blades before I pass
Build a ballcourt! - And go buy Bentleys to go to crash! (3RD!)
I'm headed towards my prime with' metaphors and lines (yeah!)
And I compliment my momma with pedacures and wind. (whattup ma'?)
I'm line from line, the rap Einstein!
Pound for pound (uh!) I'm Tyson (uh!) - A.K.A (uh!) Icyin'. (whoo!) {Whooooo!}
Message for the record I ain't sleepin' for a second. (uh!)
So even if I make it there's a tool under the pillow. {GOD-... } [gun cocks]
I'm brought up! {DAMN!} - To the V with' a poolish from the window,
I'm a smoker! - So the brokas won't leave us with the Indo. (oooooooooooohhh!) [gunshot] {Whoooo!}
I'm always with' a pair! - 'Fore the crew looks for the bimbo,
A dead meats in your daughter, I'll fuck her and won't support her. (uh-huh!)
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear; middle finger in the air - before I catch her eye! (fuck you nigga!)
Keep rydin' behind your tens fuck! (fuck!)
Niggas don't know; no better. - They'll rob you for the Rhinestones and your pimp cup.
They goin' off if we say:
"Niggaz is runnin' off from my buzz. - Faster than Jamaicans in the relay."
I'm blowin' the Kush! - Driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a fame, (uh!) like Jay-Z (uh!) and Jermaine. (uh!) {HAHA!}
About 80 (uh!) on the chain (uh!) like Brady (uh!) with' the aim (uh!)
I'm the same! - Whether the Mercedes or the train. (OOH! OOH!)
And I may be on a plane - by the end of the night. But it's aight throw;
I might throw! - I'm rich off a mic hoe! (uh-huh!) {Whooooo! }
My stamina's low - X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go.
Living room! Dining room! (uh!) Bedroom! (uh!) Bathroom! (uh!)
Upstairs! (uh!) Nuts smared, all over your Sasoon. (ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh!) {NONE STOP!}
Ya on that fly shit! - That SouthSide shit!
Thet I'm a sell on these 10 million before I die shit. (SouthSiiide!) [shot]
I'm from the block; where the heafers be. (uh!)
To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see. (ha!)
And being gangsta ain't enough - a lil' nigga that's stuntin',
Will put a killa in a box like Chuck! - CH'EAH! [gunshot] {Whoooooooooooo!}

 

[fox69]

"Cashing In"

"Cashing In"


Nigga ain't nuttin' but the toast for free
I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be
And Imma make you notice me
It's time to bring the cash in

The humble life wasn't chose for me
I got so much more money to see
And I don't need you over me
We pullin and we passing

[Hook:]
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)

It's complicated, I'm hated
Badly underrated, drunk, faded, frustrated
Grab another payment, take my life, play it x-rated
Every fucking day with something thick thyles
My favored heart hard as the payment
Do not spaoil with amazment, pop bottles, I'm spraying
I'm top line entertainment, dot com for the flingers
I count this money they drain him hot blonde in my inkt
Ain't no woman alive contain him, it's not part of my game
I remain, you think he I'll, I'm insane, crack cocaine that won't change hall of fame
When I say fuck it, I dip in your pocket, you puppet, fucking nuppes is not in the budget
Flow is discoverd me on the other hand rugget, gold like a nugget.
Shinin but they still see a nigger.
I give a fuck do smoking my weed and drink my liquor,
I let my luck go , tell my gme she need to see me,
They own me something fuck em all in graffiti

Nigga ain't nuttin but the toast for free,
I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be
And Imma make you notice me
Its time to bring the cash in
They mumble life wasn't chose for me
I got so much more money to see
And I don't need you over me, we pullin and we passing

[Hook:]
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)

Quick race to the title nigger, I smoke your idol,
Try me is suicuidle, dirty is how I do my rival
And you can get it 2 currency just for moving spival
Clashin is critical emergency let the burner bite you
Ya boy unpackable sertainly out the winner cirlcle
Show me respect, do that curtis lerned me in my diners purple.
Bentleys benszez formin a line with no rehersel.
Drugs serenges never clean uo the go commercial
Bary all ya beef to today regret it tomorrow
Do like a 100 gs bullet proof in the car and bitch
Imma make it even way bitch I shoot for the stars,
Feel like I'm trapped I a yard, misses stupid with bars
Daily back in charge give the studio scars,
Gin packin the gararge I'm as cool as my pa
Harded pimpim what I do to the humans I'm strange fuck em all
I dust to em just cruisin in lanes

Nigga ain't nuttin but the toast for free,
I'm back in the mix where I'm supposed to be
And Imma make you notice me
Its time to bring the cash in
They mumble life wasn't chose for me
I got so much more money to see
And I don't need you over me, we pullin and we passing

[Hook:]
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)
We pullin and we passing (we passing)

 

[fox69]

"Celebrity"
(feat. Akon, Eminem)

"Celebrity"
(feat. Akon, Eminem)



[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed nigger

[Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these niggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, niggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
two shots in the air for niggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
...there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
you'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as fuck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up
I guess you should just shut the fuck up
and stop fucking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I'm not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your dick cock
is she up to scew and down to fuck
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth's up
and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt
and aint shit changed, my shit still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your bitch means I'ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is dick duck tape and a stapler so bitch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don't subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!

 

[fox69]

"Change"

"Change"


Yeaaaa..uhhh
I like the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check

[Verse 1]
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore i dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait

[Verse 2]
And to the curtains close
its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait

[Chorus]
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait

Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Boyyyyyyyyyyyy

 

[fox69]

"Check Me Out"

"Check Me Out"


Yeah, you stupid money!
Check me out!
The is our city, lloyd out the hospital,
We "VV'd" up, girl, don't let the guys trick you
Homie, I got a bracelet full of birdies,
Ima bill way from a mill, taking what these niggers own me
Give me room, click clack mother fucker boom,
pinky on my finger must have eaten a mushroom.
Any superhero darth vader, plus goons
sweep these nigga's 4-0
Where's my mother fucker gun?
I ain't plant seeds, unless they grow me marijuana,
want'em to last, like'em fat I'm first like Obama.
lacin up my lou's watch me catch another clima
And I'm fucking her for free, why would i invest in a vagina.
I'm a kicking ass, nigger, boxes full of batter
Bitches in my busiess cause my pockets getting fatter,
Soldier, make your boy speak climbing on the ladder,
Success caught my eye and now I've got to have her.

[Chorus:]
I put it down, they can vouche.
Pass 'em around, it's on the hosue!
She like my style, what I'm about,
I make her smile, I'm in her mouth!
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out

I was born to be put on, fly since I was knee high
Stacks in my book bag thick as the Book of Eli
I heard the niggas hate you again and I can see why,
I'm miles away from white T fly, I might need buy
Four triple doubles. throw my clothes in the crowd
turn the stadium aloud, black block foul when you take'em hoes to trial
Shut out to my momma, she done made a poster child
So much style, I could lend you niggers some,
Money longer than the list of shit you've never done!
My Shawty wasting, but her hips are hella dumb.
the buzzer got the bing kick like a pellet gun.
car laid with leather, apartment full of robbers,
I'm cold ain't no love sparking undercover, no!
New money, bill shopping, enough to cut ya mad wheels
Gotta find some where to park this mother fucker!

[Chorus:]
I put it down, make it...
Pass 'em around, it's on the house!
She like my style, what I'm about,
I make her smile, I'm in her mouth!
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out

 

[fox69]

"Chosen Few"
(feat. Jadakiss)

"Chosen Few"
(feat. Jadakiss)



[Hook]
I’ve got to live life to the fullest
Put it all on the hands on the knife and these bullets
They ain’t got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It’s just me against the world
When I get to where I’m going
I’ma show ‘em where I’m from
I am who the world gave me
I’ma get this money son (yeah)
Chosen few I feel like I’m one that’s all or none
More than every nigga born in the slum

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
You know death’s around
I corner but you still broke
Life is a kick in the ass
With a steel toe, when you chasing that real dough
And I’m down to get mine wherever will’s go
Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so
With all that being said I let it ring whole
Chill through the winter, spend summer for a screen slow
Check out my ring gold, jamaican terminology
Follow me, then swallow me, it’s no apology
That’s a part of me, probably why they honour me
I gotta be, top lottery, high commodity
Although it’s like a job to me
It’s highway robbery
Ride with me, where to?
To the top, obviously
I lost my pops in October, it made me colder
No one to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder
You know where you’re sober
No rewind, no control, no degree, no diploma
Just a harder way to live

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss]
They ain’t given to me so I took it chopped bad and cooked it
Then take it for granted never overlooked it
Now the bullshit came in, it went out of the oven air
Coming from the hood, lucky to see another year
Dip another bodybag up, shed another tear
When I’m all willin’ then we gone up the upper tear
It ain’t nothing like opening the fridge, and it ain’t nothing there
Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear
Yeah,what’s a father supposed to tell his kids
When the revolver become their relatives
And they goin’ harder than they ever did
We all die but do we ever live?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Sound same as all automatic, cowards at it again
Tackle my chin at me or my kin, thought I was limb
Brought up my kid to Devil’s stadium
Red rights if you play with him
But this gift, I’m flaming them lost and they half demon
I sun up with my shady style
Young and dumb to weavy ride
Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie
You know I’m one hundred you ever gave me five
Son got about this, still griefing the way he died
I rather take an army with me
‘Til then I’m living, fucking bitches, poppin’ down and pussy
You piss me off and they picking
I’m way to hard to listen
I’m way to red, I put my future on my doctor history

[Hook]

[Outro - Jadakiss]
Yeah, real niggas shit
Smoke out to it
Zone out to it
Count a half a million dollars cash
Live life to the fullest, niggas
For those not here
For those still here
G-Unit, D-Block
My nigga Banks, y'all ready
Let's get it