Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Die One Day"

"Die One Day"


[VERSE 1]

(uh huh)

I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that’s how real niggas get down (gea)
If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I’ll lay a nigga down (whoo)
It’s fucked up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants
Till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don’t like surprises
When you hot as an oven they with open arms
When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don’t need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck’em all let them die slow
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)

[CHORUS x2]

Everybody gon’ die one day
Whether it’s natural cause it's a gunplay
But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

[VERSE 2]

Don’t blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don’t feed a bitch
Don’t need a bitch
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don’t think you could beat this bitch (whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it’s fast or slow
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the back
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfuckas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)
I’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love on my city
They fuckin with me and I’m fuckin with them
Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)

[CHORUS x2]

[Lloyd Banks]

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)

Yeee..

You gotta love it!

 

[fox69]

"Do It For This Block"

"Do It For This Block"


[Starts off with the beat of Ludacris, NaS & Jay-Z's: "I Do It For Hip-Hop"]

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
This is for my nigga, man.
My niggas stay on "The Cold Corner"... {Can't forget...}
This shit is for me, youkno'Imean? {Marc Labelle! }
That's, I don't give a fuck who like it... {Phoenix!}
I do this for him, and e'ry men who like it! {Mico!}
Real niggas be late...

[Bridge:]
This for my nigga man!
I do it for his block!
I do it for this block! {"Cold corner"!}
I do it for his block! {Damn! }
I do it for this block!

[Verse:]
Ugh! - I do it like it's more than just music (yeah!)
Sider spiritually - lyrically theraputic.
How I shoot it? (uh!) - You would think I was tuted (uh!)
Eversince I was recruited (uh!) - I punched on beats - black 'n' blued it.
Who would really wanna go I get silly with the flow (flow!)
Keep the milli' when I roll (roll!) - through the city hittin dro. (dro!)
Do I pity niggas? No! - The epidamey of flow (flow!)
New York City on my back - back to back Lambo's. (er! er!)
I'm the sickest one (haha!) spitten it cigarette with the dipp in it
I bang green! - But got goons bloodin and crippin it. (uh!)
Pimpin it! - My reigns infinite!
I fell in love with the street, remain intamit the AK my instrument (whoo!)
F'in wise niggas can't see with the naked eye
Weapon by niggas gone give me my respect if I (I!)
Get on a rapper he won't greive to get a second try
First of all I would serve 'em all like exercise! (exercise!)
Two bitches at a time, new nickel nine (nine!)
Pitsburg pee line you won't get through mine. (mine!)
Big spurr we flyin keep the pistol by him
Niggas think everything funny but it don't tickle dyin'. (tickle dyin'!)
And niggas cripple by him
Ride for most the night think Cristal buyin' long as niggas trying I'll be grip relyin'. (yea-eh!)
Poverty hip providen slide when they hit the side and
Why would I trust a tramp - don't won't no stitches by him. (uuuhh-oooohhh!) {Whoooooooooooooooooo}
Skip the sucker shit, still screamin fuck a bitch {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
They coming by the curnal and I pop 'em for the fuck of it. (ugh!)
What's up with it? - You can't fit my shoe it's a custom fit
You know what I'm accustomed to - car dealer customer. (YEAH!)
Red carpetcompany - Loui V. comforter
Shorty with a whole lota junk in the trunk with her. (uh!)
The eyes don't lie and I can see a sign through shades
Behind the tint of the S - and y'all behind some greys. (greys!)
Monopolized new phase your profit rise you save (save!)
Don't go splurgen it ain't been off the block 2 days. (days!)
Go get a Glock an' 2 'Ks! - No laughin'!
If it's fuck me it's fuck you more. I'm old fashioned! (fashioned!)

[Chorus:]
It ain't for the awards or the bitch ass props [echoes]
I do it for this block! [echoes] (yeah!) - I do it for this block! [echoes] (yeah!)
I do it for his block! [echoes]
Ain't no rules in Hip-Hop get rude get shot [echoes] (yeah!)
I do it for this block! [echoes] (yeah!) - I do it for his block! [echoes] (yeah!)
I do it for this block! [echoes]

[Outro:]
This for the hood, man!
Yeah.
It's all good...
I'm outta here!
Get at me!
Ugh!
I do it for his block...

[Outro: (Lloyd Bank$)]
Can't forget... the boss... 50 Cent!
Get ya copies... on thisis50-dot-com! (I do this for this block!)
Damn!

 

[fox69]

"Don't Deserve You"
(Original Demo Version)

"Don't Deserve You"
(Original Demo Version)



("J.U.S.T.I.C.E. Leaguge! ")
[10 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus:]
I think I looove you!
But don't let me get in the waaay, get in the waaay!
Don't let me stop you!
Girl! - From doin' ya thaaang, doin' ya thaaang!
Cause I don't deserve you!
I don't wanna hurt you!
Play with ya mind, have you runnin' in ciiircles!
Don't let me get in the waaay! - Get in the way!

[Verse 1:]
It ain't even ya puss', I got ya mind!
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine!
Perfection is the formula, when me an her combine
Like candy to the corner; yeah, you finger licking fine.
An in due time (uh-huh!) I'm sure, I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knee ya!
Need you, like you need me! - An' don't mislead ya!
Loves free! - But treat it wrong an' pay the price get down
On one knee! - That bitch gon' leave with half ya life.
Man believe me! - I ain't gon' feed you bad advice
Look it's easy! - So don't forget to strap up tight!
Right? - I'll be selfish if I keep ya so
I love u enough to let you go!
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it
If I - put all I got an' you an' someone got you naked!
You work hard for money, but it's harder when you make it.
The shit's coming fast, so here's ya heart, before I break it. - Yeah!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Ugh! - What type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down to wreck, ya life's fucked up!
I gotta shake you out my system (uh-huh!) cause with the fuckin' an' kissin'
An' all ya emotions mixing puts me in a tough position!
Baby, what am I suppose to do?
I can't controls my actions when I'm close to you!
It's been way too long, girl we overdue!
I guess the cake ain't enough; you wanna eat it, too!
See me an' you! - Have a magnet inbetween - that keeps pullin' me closer
I'm like an addict for ya scream! - You fully loaded toaster.
Automatic with the beam! - The baddest on the coast. (coast!)
I gotta have you like the green! - Yo' swagga more than most!
I gotta sex drive, don't allow me to L.A.X.
Send me the next 5 - look how they crowd on my lap!
Booty, breast, thighs; keep ya boy relapsing back
An you deserve way more than that. - I'll just fall back! (back!)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Donald Trump - Banks Taking My Profit Skit"

"Donald Trump - Banks Taking My Profit Skit"


[Donald Trump:]
Lloyd Bank$! [echoes]
How get about that?
Look at me I'm still hittin' my little range y'all...

 

[fox69]

"Dream On"

"Dream On"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
2 G's up! {Whoooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
This is... the countdown... 'til the next nigga... {DAMN!}
Fuck 'em!

[Verse 1:]
You might see me in the GT with the TV or the BP with the scanner (yeah!)
It ain't easy to defeat me if they leave me with the hammer. [scream] (yeah!)
Paranoia! - Cause the DT's wanna squeeze me in the slammer (yeah!)
From my impeccable grammar Bishop of the street - crime planner (uh!)
I done flew round put the crew down, but I'm SouthSide to the root clown,
With a new pound an improved sound and I'm need deep in the group now! (whoo!)
Green leaf in the Coop now and O.G. in the Silver-mix
Higher than a falcon now - 4 pockets popping out! [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Who visit? - A clown say he fucking with me, he dizzy!
I paved the way for these niggas - and this the thanks they give me.
My position is shaking shivery (huh?) - my niggas are making history, [police sirens]
I'm a carry this shit to new hights - figured out to take you with me [police sirens] {Whoooo!}
I'm shifty! - I'm slimy! (slimy) Sket wherever you find me
That's Whiskies! - I'm grimey! (grimey!) So are the niggas around me
Come get me! - You line me (line me!) - I'm coming to hit your lobby
Don't swiftly! - You'll prob'ly (prb'ly!) get ripped up with the shotty. [kids ovation] {OOH!}

[Chorus:]
Nigga Dream, dream on! - I'm too strong!
You think they geel you in the streets you wrong!
Niggas been rapping like a actin' like a bitch too long
Same clique new song - what type of shit you on? [?]
Me? - I'm on that loyal shit, I ain't got nothing for you shit
Fuck outta here, I saw you shit! - Insults are all you get act up! (act up!)
And get smacked up! (smacked up!) - I put them stacks up! (stacks up) - Get yo' rap'd up! (rap'd up!)
[classic evil laughter]

[Verse 2:]
Maybe if you put some time in to your rhyming you'll find him
Yeah, I'm marble to a diamond I'm shinin' and climbing
I'm the definition of grinding! With preminition inside him!
I'm demolition a problem! - They reminiscin' about him
And y'all know! {DAMN! } [gunshot] - I go where the gwap go in the taho
With the drop low; I got the rap game in a knot so - from here on out I'm top 4. {OOOOOAAAAOOOHHHH!}
See you at the top, hoe! - King like it or not yo!
Blings lightin' the block bro, you swingin' and see the Glock blow!

[Chorus]
Nigga Dream, dream on! - I'm too strong!
You think they geel you in the streets you wrong!
Niggas been rapping like a actin' like a bitch too long
Same clique new song - what type of shit you on?
Me? - I'm on that loyal shit, I ain't got nothing for you shit
Fuck outta here, I saw you shit! - Insults are all you get act up! (act up!)
And get smacked up! (smacked up!) - I put them stacks up! (stacks up) - Get yo' rap'd up! (rap'd up!)

[scream] [beat stops]

 

[fox69]

"Eminem"

"Eminem"




[Eminem:]
Ayo whassup?
This yo' boy, EMINEM!
We 'bout to gettin' to some new exclusive shit, that you can only get right here on Whoo Kid!
Check it out! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Eminem - Speaks (Interlude)"

"Eminem - Speaks (Interlude)"


[Eminem:] You know Ca$his, Obie, D12 all we are down on the line! Bobby Creek'! Like... that's one of the requiermants of... havin' to get... on Shady Records or G-Unit Records, youkno'msayin'? Or Aftermath... is you gotta be able to RAP!
[Man 1:] Yeah, oh yeah!
[Man 2:] Can't forget, can't forget Lloyd Bank$!
[Man 1:] Oh, The PunchLine King!
[Man 2:] Yeah!
[Man 1:] The PunchLine King!
[Eminem:] Bank$, too...
[Man 1:] Young Buck!
[Eminem:]
Bank$ too, Young Buck, like... it's an, it's a' requiermant, it's like... it's...
They would, they would... not be in the camp! None of us would be in the camp, if we didn't have to, to... SHOWIN' PROOF!
[Man 2:] Exactly!
[Man 1:] Yeah.
[Eminem:] Youkno'msayin'? And the way the game is now... it's like everybody and their brother and their mother and their brother's mother's cousin... CAN RAP! An' it's accepted, people are... are, they ACCEPTIN' IT! [echoes]

 

[fox69]

"Everything You Got"

"Everything You Got"


[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Verse 1]
I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I'ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin'
but I dont pay 'em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin' higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper I'm they one and only drug

[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it'd be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin' lot
I've been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she's like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn' that twat,
like it or not, I'm not fuckin with ya'll,
I'll be damned to participate in somethin' this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im fuckin 'em all

[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

 

[fox69]

"Everywhere You Go"

"Everywhere You Go"


[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
I don't know what you want me to do?
Oh, oh I, I get it
You lookin' for a super nigga, huh?
Haha

[Chorus:]
You lookin' for somebody with some money
That'll fly you 'round the world
Getcha ev-ery-thing
Another prize you can show off like your pearls
Another mama done raised a material girl (girl)
You're searchin' for somebody people know
So you can get attention everywhere you go (uh huh)
Another baller you can show off to your friends (yeah)
'Cause he ridin' in the Benz
That's what you want (you want)

[Verse 1:]
Yeah
I bet you if you let me I can help ya
See my way of thinkin', get ya thinkin', and get scooped
Couple ticks later you'll be drinkin' in the coupe
Emailin' ya friends just 'cause he wheelin' the Benz
Is it 'cause of the name, or the Sprewell in the rims
You got ulterior motives, I can see that when you grin
I ain't him, matter fact shorty, I ain't them
They ain't me, they ain't been none of the places that I've been
Look girl, I'm tryin' to win (ha), How 'bout you?
You still dreamin' about your dream house? How 'bout two? (two)
If you don't get the big picture you can hop out boo
I'm not just seein' eyeball, I'm here to see ya blue
And this ain't about no other females, just me and you
Be real, I'm seein' through
Everything you tryin' to do, so
If you a topic, you don't wanna try to do fo'
Stop usin' me against me, find a new dough

[Chorus:]
You lookin' for somebody with some money
That'll fly you 'round the world
Getcha ev-ery-thing
Another prize you can show off like your pearls
Another mama done raised a material girl (girl)
You're searchin' for somebody people know
So you can get attention everywhere you go (uh huh)
Another baller you can show off to your friends (yeah)
'Cause he ridin' in the Benz
That's what you want (you want)

[Verse 2:]
I'm still gettin' them phone calls all times of day
Celebrity bitches is worse than the ones around the way
I'd rather Kim from the A, she's been around the K
Around the drugs--seen niggas gimme fake pounds and hugs
Congratulations mami, you done found a thug
Bandana, diamond studs, man shuttin' down the club
I hand her the swisher cuz she knows how to roll it
Keep her 'round my dice games, 'cause it's cee-lo when she blow it.. (cee-lo)
I think I found her, But I ain't gon' jump the gun
Hop the fence, got a couple reasons in my defense
Look I done hardly took a chick to the movies
Let alone plane trips and jacuzzis, you speedin' (speedin')
I need a reason to say them 3 words when I'm leavin'
Believin', ya mine to myself
Man, listen
You must thinkin' I'm lyin' for my health
Okay, it's time to put my attention to someone else
yeah!

[Chorus:]
You lookin' for somebody with some money
That'll fly you 'round the world
Getcha ev-ery-thing
Another prize you can show off like your pearls
Another mama done raised a material girl (girl)
You're searchin' for somebody people know
So you can get attention everywhere you go (uh huh)
Another baller you can show off to your friends (yeah)
'Cause he ridin' in the Benz
That's what you want (you want)

That's what you want (you want)
But I can't be your super nigga (be your super nigga)
I can't be here, I can't be there (be there)
At the same time (same time)
Uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)

 

[fox69]

"Fall Back"
(feat. Fabolous, Brandy)

"Fall Back"
(feat. Fabolous, Brandy)



[police sirens]

[Intro:]
COME ON!
WHAT?

[Chorus: Brandy (Fabolous) {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Fall Baaaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
Fall Baaaaaack!
I ain't gotta attitude
But I'm a flip if you don't give me room to move!

Fall Baaaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me! (uh!)
Fall Baaaaaack! (uh!)
I understand that you feeling me! (uh!)
Fall Baaaaaack!
I ain't gotta attitude (yeah!)
But I'm a flip if you don't give me room to move! (uh!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Fabolous:]
I gotta stay on the move - so this cat got more spots than a leopard-skin (yeah!)
Safe's in the ceiling, I stash drugs and weapons in. (yeah!)
Nigga I'm just steppin' in! (uh!) - Already got boxes (uh!)
Full of money like that movie that Johny Deep was in. {DAMN!}
I'd rather pull a Gat than run,
Cause +What+ comes around +Goes Around+ faster then a gatling gun. (uh-huh!)
These broke niggas say: "Goin to Manhattan's fun! "
I'm on punta cana shore with' a Latin one. {COME ON!}
That can suck a beach ball through a straw,
Act like a chipmonk' and put nuts in each wall of her jaws,
Homie! - I'm just tryin' to teach y'all how to score (uh!)
It's easy for me to pull up each fall in azures. (uh-huh!)
And my dope send buyers from O.T. (yeah!)
They heard I got the same shit that caused Len Bias to O.D. (yeah!)
It's the young nigga that inspired the O.G.'s
In that H-2 with' thin tires and O.Z.'s {YEAH! }
And y'all got jewels but I doubt it's the same shine
Mine look like the sun and moon's out at the same time.
But don't worry about the rumours that a broad dish
When I ride around with the same guns Travolta had in "Swordfish". {Whooooo!}
So fall back like you lost ya balance
I don't wanna have to toss with talons - but you cheap stylin'.
And I'm a have to let the 16 squirt (uh!)
And make ya white tee look like a miskene shirt. {COME ON!} - Nigga!

[Chorus: Brandy]
Fall Baaaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
I ain't gotta attitude
But I'm a [shot] flip if you don't give me room to move! {GET BACK!}

Fall Baaaaack! [gun cocks]
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
Fall Baaaaack!
I ain't gotta attitude
But I'm a flip if you don't give me room to move! {Whoooooooooooooooooo!}

[Intertlude: Fabolous]
Uh! Ghetto Fab', nigga! [echoes]
Sha Money... [echoes] Whoo Kid! [echoes]
Lloyd Bank$! [echoes]
Let's get 'em! [echoes] {BRANDY!}

[Brandy:]
What the fuck?
Proper truck 7 jeans, white truck.
Range Rover sitting on 23's {Whoooooooo!}
From the 745 on the 105, won't be nobody in the club but me! {DAMN!}
You can say anything you want about my business
Better hold your tonge, unless you witness.
My life first hand, my joy, my pain
Not just my music {Whoooooooooooo} and my naaaaaaame. {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Chorus: Brandy]
Fall Baaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
Fall Baaaaack!
I ain't gotta attitude
But I'm a flip if you don't give me room to move! {GET BACK!}

Fall Baaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
Fall Baaaaack! [gun cocks]
I ain't gotta attitude {OKAY!}
But I'm a flip [gunshot] if you don't give me room to move! {WHAT?}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
You can betcha bottom dollar [gun cocks] - if there's ever a room that I'm tied up in
The armor throw bullets like Boomer Esiason. {WHAT?}
Give him a wound where his eye has been, then lift him off the ground
Like a hot air balloon when it' firin'. (whooo!)
My game smoothe as Mariah's skin,
But I'm popular; so I travel with the goons when I slide up in.
I'm blamed for the heat 'round my way,
I made it without a making of the band {Whooooooooo} - or a Freestyle Friday {Kiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Why you with' him if his troops don't buck?
I'll have the coroner. - Wrap you up in plastic like a fruit roll up.
I get brain like every female in my past intellegent. (uh-huh!)
And take in more nuts then your average elephant. {OOOOH!}
They actin like they own slugs and amory,
But if we bump heads, they be talkin' faster than Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. (uh-huh!)
The name's you can call me but broke ain't one,
I'm in the game for the O.J. run, my goal not done. (yeah)
Go in ya house and getcha old gray gun (haha!)
We got some big enough to be a [shot] court case son.
And I've learned to overcome the new faces
I'm startin' to heat up. - So my dick get more {GOD-... } toungue than shoe laces. {DAMN!}
You can catch me in the hood, a couple G's and I'm bangin' things
High 'cause I go through more trees than orangatangs. {WHAT?}
You're gonna make me put the clip in and pop ya (uh!)
You're horrible nigga, I'd rather sit through an' opera. [shot]

[Chorus: Brandy]
Fall Baaaaack!
I'm tryna breathe and you killing me!
Fall Baaaaaack!
I understand that you feeling me!
Fall Baaaaaack! [gun cocks]
I ain't gotta attitude
But I'm a flip [gunshot] if you don't give me room to move! {Whooooo!}
Fall Baaaaaack! [gunc cocks] [gunshot] [beat stops] {DAMN!}