Lloyd Banks

[fox69]

"Father Time"

"Father Time"


[Intro]
Yeah!...
I hear you...
And Ima make you shut the fuck up!

[Chorus]
Yeah they see me movin
They gon need to stop drop
Off the face of earth but Ima make it pop hot
These niggas are not not
Watch me take my spot got
Money got power and respect baby
I just hope times on my side
I've been tryin all my life
Every block someones dyin
Always high heres our life
Come inside

[Verse 1]
Energies my ammunition
Like AK shells
So think about that when you plan on dissin
Go straight to hell
Bred to be ballin since a baby kickin
I had the smell (sniffs)
Brand new money ladies sniffin
They take a L
I take a shit on rappers horse worth
Can't die must conquer the world first
Like a monster to media
On my beautiful girls search
High and low I am no thing u tamper wit
Made the plan you should cancel it
Make examples I trample shit
Drop you here I am cancerous
Answer this, who can handle this?
Scandalous
I dismantles these ants and piss on a trucer
You think I seen the future
How I wam crip recruper
Fire hand
Wam became a brand new man
Big producer ugh
Gift from heaven
Livin legend and I come from queens
Robbin leggin 3-5-7 in my fuckin' jeans
Sufferin and fuckin' up schemes
Twin Bentleys
Matchin beamers on a couple beams
Try my sentenc-in

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Murdered half of yall on my mixtapes
Come rap up in my wrath
Now I'm laughin look at ya rib cage
Ya ass been in a slump
Come blastin I lend ya bitch face
Success is wut they want
Tongue lashin'll get ya shit sprayed
Have it how you want
Blood bath
I'm as sharp as switchblade
You'll be smilin for life
Love flashin I got the shit made
Forget where I'm at now I passed em around the 6th grade
Passion for my profession outlast anyone you could name
Hood fame got me ridin in wood grain
Look lame Stanten, Harlem to Brooklyn
They know I'm cooked Cain
Took aim rappin would bang
I could change
But this sport ain't a good game
I'm strappin sir
Back seat in the passenger
Semi-auto massacre
Shoppin while I laugh at ya
Rappers feed my appetite
Metaphors will tackle ya
These niggas ain't half as nice
Playboy in my afterlife
Real nigga wit cash and ice
Drop the bread pass the dice
Hope I crack twice

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Feds Coming"

"Feds Coming"


[Intro:]
MO MONEY!
PART 3!

[Chorus: Young Buck {Whoo Kid}]
Some say I should be runnin' (yeah!) - they seen what I done an' (c'mon!)
They say the Feds is comin'. - But they ain't sayin' nuttin'! (NAAH!)
You see I'm tired of strugglin'. - I'm tryna have sumthin'
Hustlin' and head bussin' - cause they ain't sayin' nuthin'. {+CA$HING IN+!}

Some say I should be runnin' - they seen what I done an' (uh!)
They say the Feds is comin'. - But they ain't sayin' nuttin'! (POW!)
You see I'm tired of strugglin'. {CAN'T FORGET... } - I'm tryna have sumthin'
Hustlin' and head bussin' {SHA MONEY...} - cause they ain't sayin' nuthin'. {XL}

[Lloyd Bank$:]
From now on refer to me as mista (mista!)
Then becareful who you lock arms with cause the word'll be dissin' ya. (uh!)
I deserve to be the victor (uh-huh!)
I watch who I talk around cause the burner'll be the listner. (listner!)
With the urgency to whisper
The shit that'll have you layin in emergency for surgery to fix ya. [gunshot] {Whooo!}
I turned pro about a year ago.
I'm still Mackin'! - Performance is the only time I hear a hoe. {EVER!}
I'm from a place where the ceilins go.
We slop buckets in the water and the wallpapers peelin' slow. (oh!)
And I ain't greedy! - The ballteek can come and go. (uh-huh!)
All for classic they all need to hear me blow.
Cause they don't do it like this (uh-uh!)
Sippin' on a fluid like Cris with a blue and white Wrist! (uh-huh!)
Now I'm able to list more figures
And I'm tired of shittin' from now on I just piss on niggas. [gunshot] [beat stops] {Whoooooo!}

 

[fox69]

"Feel Like You"
(feat. Eminem)

"Feel Like You"
(feat. Eminem)



I've had it for the last time
You're actions got me hot as my last rhyme
You're options will either get put out greenwich or as fine
Fine just ain't gon cut it
Drama is what you're in love with
You're one of them bitches you run with
Lately I'm feeling smothered
[?] conceited with cover girl motives
I gotta rise above it
You think them models loving me
I'm thinking bout dozen, doesn't really matter what you say
Sickness in my stomach,
Told you I was gon be splitting, you don't think I mean it
Meant it, everything 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 rumour you hear you go believe it
Point out the times you've seen it
You stabbed me should 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 [?] ain't that easy
Bet you thought I 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 pinnochio, money hungry, hopeless hoe
You fucking with my focus so
Go back to that trunk that played the role before
Love is like a cancer when you don't let go
I'm a blow fo 'sho
Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don't need you sinking us
I hope you float, lying through my teeth I hope you don't
(Drown, drown)
Now the sound of every [?]
Bottles pop out while he smoke
Hit me pride that we broke
Let them girls crowding me go
If they got something to show
Let em show me how I love, I'm never lonely
Never even left a scar
You fell hard, I'm laughing
Ha ha ha ha ha
Tyre smoke fancy car
Nothing is what we are
No beginning no tomorrow
Cause I'm moving on, don't worry about me
Cause I'm gon be aight without you, you'll see
There ain't no-one on this Earth I'd much rather be cause God-dammit
I'm glad that I'm me

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 so you just feel like you

I'm moving on, don't worry about me
Cause I'm gon be just fine without you, you'll see
There ain't no-one on this Earth right now I'd rmuch rather be
Cause God-dammit I'm glad that I'm me

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 so you just feel like you

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 so you just feel like you

... the relationship, ships sink
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 have put a curse on me
6 weeks went by and we only spoke twice
I'm sitting in your driveway calling you from the car
Suffice I think it's safe to say your not at home
I'm calling your cell phone, you answer
But I can tell though you're not alone
How was I to know, it should have been time to go a long time ago
I kept holding on
It's comical when I think back now I couldn't get the hint
You feel the draft...

 

[fox69]

"Finally"

"Finally"


[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
You never have you ever seen another,
With my enviroment society made me tough as rubber,
They tryin' me! - So let's resolve the situation violently finally,
"Some real niggas that move around silently ho... " [rewind noise] {BRING IT BACK!}

[Verse:]
I - never have you ever seen another,
With my enviroment society made me tough as rubber,
They tryin' me! - So let's resolve the situation violently finally,
"Some real ni... " [rewind noise] [gunshot] {DAMN!}

[Verse:]
You never have you ever seen another,
With my enviroment society made me tough as rubber,
They tryin' me! - So let's resolve the situation violently finally, {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
"Some real niggas that move around silently honestly! " {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
These niggas couldn't see me through a mad glass, (uh-uh!)
They mad ass! - I'll sum 'em up in a paragraph. (yeah!)
A fire cracker to a shot gun barrell blast!
I can't do nothing but laugh - at your coward ass! [gunshot] {DAMN}
Bring your crew I'll knock 'em down to half off
One by one I'll golf the rest I got it on Alcatraz. (LOCK!)
On my off days I'm poppin' tags
Cars full of shopping bags - same spending habit my poppa had. {Whoooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Don't take a name if you ain't got similar ways (why?)
Had the original rolling round in his grave. (haahhhh!)
If he living me, upset in his cage
In the street is on work - got one second to play.
Hey! - The difference between me and them is (what?)
You only see me in rimmers and they still pay rent. (uh-huh!)
I only trust my gut feelings so the steel he kept
The side say Glock, they wheels say Bent' (yeah!) - I got that real paint sent. (whoo!)
I'd probably be in jail, it's up to them
I'm drivin' morally therfore I feel like fuck a friend! [police sirens]
Family ties last longer - strong as long as they growing marijuana, I'm straight!
It keeps me calm for the hate. (YEAH!)
My flow get a phenominal rate
Jealous niggas can't stomach it tha domino's? brave? .
I'm timing is great! - Remind you of cake! - "Money In The Bank"!
Nigga bet on this [kids ovation] - I'm what they ain't! (yeah!)
Your favorite rappers my biggest fan (hah'!)
Puttin' that trash out and I'm a clean it all up spick and spam. (yeah!)
You can't punch for punch, you need a bigger hand!
Nigga damn! - You jacking the way a nigga stand! [gunshot]
Kill yourself! Pull the trigger, BLAM!
You ain't a guy, just the middle man, big dreams little plan!
You ain't even rhyme rat (rat!) - and I'm a coach,
I put hands on ya bob knight (knight!) - you fucking roach! [scream]
I'm tucking toast, I got my mind right! (YEAH!)
So don't get close you'll overdose upon this hard white we "Terminating On Sight"!
560 all white (po! po!) - automatic 4 pipes
Reefer addict quarter cube - we gone smoke it all tonight! [shot]

[Outro:]
In case you ain't know... {"5 AND BETTER! "}
This the PLK flow! {YEAH! }
In that new S-3!
Ain't nobody fucking with me! [kids ovation] [gunshot] [rewind noise]

 

[fox69]

"Finish Line"

"Finish Line"



Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked
look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush
look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’
chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
my haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
five in the mornin’ recording
you think I slept all day
but I really aint slept at all
I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
southside don’t play play around
if you want me, another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound,
I got peace but not the kind you want
nigga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D
make sure they put the pretty bitches round me
tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
hoes show love in the V.I.P
think about bread when you think about P
what I done did and how I OD
check a muthafucking thing here free
touch nothing you see
I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin’ up like I got an extra lung
singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
these niggas never did shit for me when I was starvin’ son
just me against them, you remember that
thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
I don’t see no kind of friend in that
fuck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y’all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten’s in back
running with that stack in his back
one in yo ad
I know I’m watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don’t give a fuck bout these bitches
dont give a fuck bout their trophy’s
or anything that they might owe me
I do this for you (you, you)
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
I remember everything they said
said I was dead, deaded all that
sledgehammer right on your head
live for the now, su woo to gone
sucka nigga’s left red
no time for waiting rather get mine instead

I gettin’ money on a dime
girl it’s my time
go get that Love shit out your mind
you living blind
can’t go for that will fall behind
I’m on the grind
Im hittin ‘em two at a time
why would I decline

see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line
see you at the finish line
line, line, line, line, line, line

 

[fox69]

"Flatline"

"Flatline"


[Interlude: Kid]
Shadyville Entertainment!

[Starts off with the beat of LL Cool J & 50 Cent's: "Feel My Heart Beat".]

[Intro:]
PLK!

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah! - I don't gotta care or fear (naaah!)
Cause ain't nothing but artillary over here (yeah!) {DAMN! }
For you wanna-be thugs - killing me with your stare (stare!)
Stare at this - matterfact here - disappear, {Whooooooooo!}
Go getta! - Cause niggas will set up they whole life in wait
Turn into these internet gangsters that's typing hate. (ugh!) {COME ON!}
Music, movies all type of cake, (uh!)
.9s, Uzis I got Sniper cake.

[Intro:]
PLK! {BRING IT BACK} [scream]

[Verse:]
Yeah! - I don't gotta care or fear (naah!)
Cause ain't nothing but artillary Over here (yeah!)
For you wanna-be thugs - killing me with your stare (stare!)
Stare at this - matterfact here - disappear, [rewind noise] {GOD-... } [gunshot] [beat stops]

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

[Intro:]
PLK! {DAMN! }

[Verse:]
Yeah! - I don't gotta care or fear (naah!)
Cause ain't nothing but artillary Over here (yeah!)
For you wanna-be thugs - killing me with your stare (stare!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Stare at this - matterfact here - disappear, {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Go getta! - Cause niggas will set up they whole life in wait
Turn into these internet gangsters, that's typing hate. (ugh!) {HAHA!}
Music, movies all type of cake (uh!)
.9s, Uzis I got, Sniper cake. [gunshot] {DAMN! }
I had it hard now my life is straight vehicle [police sirens]
Without the plate niggas don't hear you when you out the state. (no!) [police sirens]
When your local easy to locate (haha!)
Believe me, the game need me, it's so fake! {SHADYVILLE! } [gunshot]
Just cause he good with numbers don't mean he slanging and (no!)
Every nigga wearing Bandannas ain't banging. (no!)
Paper weight got my pants hanging and
I got my belt on money just that long. (yeeah!) [gunshot]
Niggas change, see you then their hearts ain't good
My whip grain! (yeah!) - Money only knock on wood.
Keep it on ya! (yeah!) - Ain't no time to pop no hood
I know this, cause I grew up where the pot roll good. {LET'S GO!}
I'm in the streets loving the money that keep coming (uh-huh!)
King magazine onion, Jeans hugging. (ugh!)
Niggas mean mugging, cause my 16s buzzin' {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
It's hard! - They want whip creme from him. (from him!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
Pound for pound he can't fuck with son (naah!)
And I'm good all by myself, they can't jump the gun. (why?)
You got heat where's it coming from,
Cause you in the drop 'til the summer done, you don't really {GOD-... ! } fuck with them! {DAMN!}
[gunshot] Fuck with them! - Cause I give a fuck with wings on it (wings on it!)
And walk around with shirts with the strings on it.
Ain't nobody stoppin' Bank$! - I put my rings on it
Kitchen sink on it my lady - and I'm mink on it. (whoo!) [kids ovation]
Drink on it! - No [? ], I got the burner black (yeah!)
I ain't scared of none of you muhfuckers, Bernie Mac. (uh-huh!)
Can I bring new york back, the Coke turn to Crack
Pro'ly do the same shit over if I can turn it back. (yeah!) [gunshot] {WHOOOOO!}
Slides don't matter, I'll pop a leg out a quarter back (YEAH!)
7 foot sen(d) 'em - sumo wrestler and all of that (YEAH!)
Pussies get drowned in water where the toilet at
Bitch niggas down and last [scream] - all for a pack. (whaaaaooooooaaaoooooohh!)
Matter of fact, we losing 'em - give thart boy a smack it (yeah!)
A hit from a shot lick couldn't revive balling rap. (uh!) [gunshot]
I'll send niggas to the store and back Diddy shit (Diddy shit!)
Grown ass man not the one to get silly with. (yeah!) [shot]
Broads love me! - I'm fresh fly, really slick.
And I got game so she gone give up the kitty quick!
You can't blame her, I'm the biggest pick around (yeeah!)
She ain't want me back in the day - but shit is different now! (YEAH!)
You know I'm a digg her down. - Fuck it, I get you one twice (twice!)
The only one that coat - I'm dumb nice! [scream]
Off a set [? ] of color blinds, I run nights!
Then it's to the innerstate - top gun pipe! [gunshot]

[Outro:]
5 AND BETTER!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [gunshot] [rewind noise]

 

[fox69]

"Flight School"

"Flight School"



High as I lift off, Mr. I'm so fly
Flying in the spur with the nickel nine close by
Triple fat gucci ice sickles hanging off my;
Neck, wrist, fingers, like a fuckin eskimo ma'
You know I, get the puss where they say Aloha
Don't I, flow like the shit that get the boat by
We don't get along with these niggas and ya'll know why
Just a bandana no scarf no bow tie
D-boy college boy, no difference
Out here the strays'll erase existence
Lil niggas is taught to mind they business
Meaning, only the pastor'll find the witness
The lord'll work it out, spritual fitness, and this is
The germ flow, lyrical sickness
Limited intress, if u ain't talkin money scram
A hundred grand bring death like the Son of Sam
Blam, big kaboom out the fo' double
You bleedin eternal it ain't a small puddle
When you swag shoot to the roof the mall rush you
The more miles to get to it the more hustle
V twelve on roids, all muscle
Had the hammer hand back in small shuffle
I'm so Jupiter, I should build my own throne
Can't grab ma swag ma swag out the o zone
Every now and then I grab out the old phone
Get a lil throwback dome in so and so's home
I got it all sewn, feel like a New Jack
Dress like a jacker, everything to the shoes black
I got the new kite, wish I could send the news back
My words go so far and they know how to use that
Move back, my niggas in here, with a few straps
And new lacs, pushin two hunred in twenty two stacks

 

[fox69]

"Fly Like The Wind"
(feat. Jim Jones)

"Fly Like The Wind"
(feat. Jim Jones)



If it ain't the whip, its the jewels.
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose
The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools
Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool

We spendin cash over here you a swiper
You beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typer
I make her think I like her,
You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal biker
Queens in this bitch, clean in the six (series)
New york city nigga I don't like no team but the Knicks
Only Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the trips
stuntin in the rover, gucci polo nike timbo's show
hatiens hella no, money stretch out like a limo though
Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smothered
I get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UH
Private lanes, we ain't gotta lane to change planes?
Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne pains
Blockin out my haters with designer name-frames
Poker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains

[Chorus]
If it ain't the whip, its the jewels.
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose
The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools
Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool

[Jim Jones]
I'm into knockin bitches off, knockin bitches out
When it comes to bricks (or soft?)
We got em in a drought
I got the lambo whippin off, the tires skiddin out
When a nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga gettin out
HUH my chain swinging like a haymaker
this is vampire life, we the daybreakers
if you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in vegas
but if you wanna fuck with us you might make the papers
trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paper
and they better watch they (step?) like they need a baker
I gave the watch face bo-tox shots
and my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots

[Chorus]
If it ain't the whip, its the jewels.
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose
The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools
Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of time
My swagger (dies of news?) you fools made at my shine
hoppin down the avenues, new jewels back on the grind
run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind
Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar
Ghetto (still?) lobby packing when I go Brazil
Ain't no bitches (snotty actin?) if you ain't broke they feel ya
2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkill
UH my chick as nasty as it gets,
you think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin tits
my shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricks
make it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average bitch
Reefer baby, air jordan made me sneaker crazy.
Never been a cuffer, hidden ducker, you can keep me lady
(blue hefter?) heartbreaker, only speakers play me
new mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy

[Chorus]
If it ain't the whip, its the jewels.
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose
The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools
Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool

 

[fox69]

"Freestyle"

"Freestyle"


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[scrathes]
{MO MONEY IN THE BANK... PART 2!... WHAT?}
Yeah!... Nigga!... Y'all know who it is!
Lloyd... Bank$! (uh-huh)
G-Unit!
Tony Yayo! (Uh-huh!)
Young Buck! (Uh-huh!)
50Cent! (Uh-huh!) [gun cocks]
Gorilla nigga! [shot]
GGG-GGG- G-Unit! {Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

[Verse:]
Stop wastin' ya day puttin' ya time and energy into me
You got options - join the army! - Be all you can be cause,
It's startin' to show and everybody can see ya envy (YEAH!)
The team of the century it tempts me and
It's like I got to find my way into something
I play the block like - Mayo, Matumbo, David and Duncan. (OOOH!)
Armored truck system ravin' and thumpin'.
Purple haze makes me able to function I don't punch in. (YEAH!)
I might be seen in Nevada (YEAH!) - with a Piña Collada (YEAH!)
Shorty fiendin' to swallow (YEAH!) - she with me in her Prada. (Whooooo!)
I die for a bill believe in a dollar,
For the chips anyone gets it - even Estrada.
I'm ready for the drama we heavy with them Llamas
Shells straight through your pajamas turn your bellys to lasange. {Whooooo!}
I'm startin' to get bored stretched out on the recliner.
You a little fish in the ocean and guess who's the Piranha. (who?)
We slide with them models outside with them hollows [shot]
Beside of the Tahoes providin' McDonald's. (uh-huh!)
I got shows out in Germany surrounded by Nazis
Yankee fitted CAP ON; Leather Herachee.
Duckin' the paparazzi well fuck 'em you got to watch me,
It's nothin' for a cop to stop me! Hand cuff me and try to lock me. (DAMN!)
You shouldn't have dropped so soon baby ya timings sloppy
Dog, I brighten up a room - I'm kind of Rocky. (uh-huh!)
Appealing to the OGs the teens like him
Every line is a punch - I should be a part of Team Tyson. {Whoooooooo!}
Pay back is in my nature (uh-huh!)
Therefore I got a shit list - longer than a roll of toilet paper. (yeah!)
Every hood got a snitch - a nigga claim he holdin' green
A classmate that's a fiend and a radio I need.
A project barbie - and a pump that's out the vale
A little girl with a baby - and a uncle that's in jail. (uh-huh!)
Yeah I make records but I ain't the one bee
Which means if you [shot] take a shot at me [gun cocks] you take shots from me. [gunshot]
Last nigga that said: "He had the bank stop stunned me, (yeah!)
Cause he still in the hood and his tanktop hungry." {HAHA!}

[Outro:]
Yeah!
I'm havin' fun with this man.
This shit is not work!
Is not gon' they work?
Haha! [beat fades out] {Whooooo!} [gun cocks]

 

[fox69]

"Freestyle (Tim Westwood)"
(feat. Young Buc)

"Freestyle (Tim Westwood)"
(feat. Young Buc)



[Lloyd Banks: talking]
Oh shit this is sick right here

[Young Buck: talking]
Yeah you feelin that? Lloyd Banks alright then

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Young Buck: talking]
Aiyo Banks

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
Yeah whats up?

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
Got me a bird and didn't look back
I learned how to cook crack
Its on
Back then we had beepers with big ass cell phones
Postin up with the fiends I used to dress like them
(Why?) So when the police came I looked just like them
I sell my dimes for five and my twentys for ten
I never gave they ass credit but they came again
Can't let 'em catch me so Buck used to run from 'em
Man I said forget it cuz Buck got bar money
Quarters went to ounces and ounces went to keys
Girls used to drop me off now they drop to they knees (damn)
Feel good to grip the wood and watch ya homie shine to
Cause ballin by yourself'll make a hater come find you
I know the streets feel me the projects in Scattersights
People who done really copped the brick and hustled all night
Ask me why I'm thuggin I tell you cause its in me
Police ain't stoppin nothing if you want me come and get me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I'm flyin out the country ain't no tellin when I'm gon be back
To be honest half of these artists never gon see that (Nah man)
I keep my bad habits away from where I'm gon eat at
Before I sit up for a bitch I'll loose one knee cap (yeah)
I paid a visit to father time but he flung me back
Shocked that we reasonable know 'em by all the guns we pack
Live for the dollar and gratefull for every one we stack
Mind of a man with no sleep my thoughts brung feedback
But don't scheme at the rocks on hand
Before ya mama sees her seed in the bag like popcorn man
The Rug's greased up its not gon jam
If I squeeze off the block gon scram
Bull eggs is all I had man
A replica of my senior you'll remember me
My grandfather still smokin weed and hes seventy
My blood rushing off this Hennessey
I'm walkin out the door with a felony
Check, check out my melody

[Young Buck: talking]
yeah

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
G Unit [x6]

[Young Buck: talking]
Ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it
We thuggin in public ya gotta love it, ya gotta love it
Tim Westwood thuggin in public yeah

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
GGGGGG G Unit yeah!

[Young Buck: talking]
Ai man, It's real big man matter of fact, let some gun shots go!
If you got some man

[Lloyd Banks: talking]
Let me get a AR or something

[Young Buck: talking]
Drop some more bombs