LLOYD BANKS – Young Fly Flashy

L’s from every corner steam up
Told myself just 10 more years and I should be clean
But I’m a fiend, smoke so much purple I shit green
Bitches tryin to Face Time naked, I need a split screen
Top dollar to the mechanics so the Beamer’s sit mean
I give you six or seven hundred, I can dream of 16
69 never! Ma you gon’ do me and I’m done
See you gon’ find better, see if I mind I’m not the one
Bougie hoes blitzin, they sprintin when they get my calls
Look at y’all trickin, same piss different stall
Me I’m never slippin, it’s pimpin when I get involved
I’m lookin like chicken, they hungry and you give of course
Cold cash triple Porsche, another nigga lost
A low pass get exhaust, a hoe’s ass isn’t yours
Bullshit on my line, the sour got me gettin by
The best you can find, I feel like I’m in the sky
Old school Impala spoken, s’a lil’ momma open
O.G. by the pound I puff, I’m never tired of smokin
We gon’ light up all the shit until it’s re-up time
Coppin chronic so long, the weed dealer can read my mind
Shorty hawkin, she’ll be with the team in time
Fattest ass I ever seen, she done made a demon bomb
Pulled up on her smoother than the magazine I seen her on
Music up loud, cause I ain’t got to beep the horn

[Chorus: x2]
I’m a young high, dumb fly, gettin money nigga
Nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga
I’m, I’m a young, I’m a a young, I’m a young…
… nigga dumb high, young fly, gettin money nigga

Uh! Thirty bottles later and I’m stumblin out; bitches with me
Ass and titties comin out the nightclub like Mahala House
I know I’m in trouble, cause she moppin from the passenger
I think I’m seein double, their asses’ll back the traffic up
Funny thing – I’m thinkin ’bout money while it’s happening
My passion, she took it all down, don’t need a napkin
Ask me if I give a fuck if I’m a see her again
I ain’t your friend, I ain’t got a pot to pee in or lend
Bitch I’m a young fly, dumb high, stuntin #1 guy
Rich nigga, swim tides, G’d ‘em both in one ride
Risk taker; I’m a need you to take a chance
Close your don’t know nuttin mouth up while I lead you with the plan
Plenty more on deck hoe I don’t need you I’m just sayin
This the perfect spot for both you and you ain’t gon’ get there playin
What’s my name? Mr. I Don’t Love Her, leave her when I fuck
What’s my aim? Spend that [?] remaining evening with these bucks

[Chorus: w/ minor variations]

LLOYD BANKS – Who Shot Ya Freestyle

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

[Music stops]

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

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

LLOYD BANKS feat. Vado – We Run The Town

Do you have any idea what you stumbled on
Put chills every-time the sun is on
I’m heating up and I’m out the pot
My style came from the suns of corn
Shine so bright get the crowd shades
Might get burned when the sun perform
On point cause you don’t get 2 mistakes
There’s rules and apes, I’m jungle born
All proceeds to myself, 4 g’s on these belts
You cold freezing, I’m so evil
See me noone sees me, be stealth
Thinks they got the game in a headlock,
this ain’t gonna feel like a legshot
More like I’m rammin y’all with a cannonball
all out til ya head pop
Now everybody poppin shit cause I’m popular
Think I just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I’ll stand out
Kickin 16 to the opera, figured I’ll bring out a throwback
But the bitch look mean and they jockin her
But I’m mean type and you know that
And I’m yelling out “where the hoes at”
Selling out of the Kodak
Tell them that I’ll never go back
Killing them now let the dough stack
Still be a legend with no plaque
Million dollar my door mat
I get them with one of my own raps
I’m chilling on something exclusive
On a south side, nigga hold that

Shout to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzzing died down, I did the killin (shit)
We run the town, g’d up, weighed down
We run the town, g’d up, weighed down

Hey yo, my mask on like give me that
Max born, we empty that
Act wrong, we clap strong
Air max on my Fendi strap
4 door that Bentley black
Like chords drop plenty racks
4 4′s, we stomp 4′s you talk more than these snitching cats
Fuck I’m hungry (who)
Nigga you don’t know what they put me through
Should’ve gained from the block what I rock from the stoop
But you ain’t tryna floss with the rock, go to school
Never thought it’s my sign to copy a move
But even when it’s hot nigga it probably cool
Yeah I’ve served that, who you learned that from?
Time to get a clique on the block with a tool
Boss-ling, they call me Ross-ling
To save the bosses through rawest voices, God’s strings (they know)
Walk-in closets show every grand, I’m glossing
Go in my pockets take 50 grand it’s boss-thing

Shout to my bitches, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
Your buzzing died down, I did the killin (shit)
We run the town, g’d up, weighed down
We run the town, g’d up, weighed down

LLOYD BANKS – The Sprint

Uh,Uh,Uh,Uh
At the game, ironic I’ve been balling all week
Sat down high as ever at my floor seat
These is forty four hundred gotta give me four feet
Four rounds, bout to make a jewelry store sweep
Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet
Tag contract can’t keep these bitches off me
I rap scary, Marry marry me and you a couple
I’m strap really keep your family with a louie duffle
Ain’t too many of my level only knew a couple
Plane swag, I fly steady renew the buckle
We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle
I left a piece of every where
Stalkers do the puzzle
Hey yeah I gotta shock somebody
I got the bad girls flocking me
Ass dropping and poppin’ molly
The king hands down, you an impostor by me
Champagne & pasta on a block that’s grimey
It ain’t no stopping mommy, and know I’m single still
Kingdom on the hill got her flingin’ off her heels
My flows on pills, red beams with the cells
Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill
My life’s a movie sex scene seen on film
Fill a filthy mouth with a ounce on the couch
Ceremony I’m ridin’ leather chromey
You hoes will never know me
Think I’m doing better lonely
Big wheel, all pokey, no top like Ginobli
Blurring out the pitchers stones block out the rolley
Honey gotta fetish so her face is all spit
Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit
I ain’t got a water bottle for you on a dry year
View it all clear, eleven hundred on my eyewear
Die weird, lose your mind here, right in Times Square
Bomb scare, kicking it in my Yves Saint Laurent gear
My hottie tall, black Barbie doll, mack lobby call
Flash party mob, slash Mardi Gras
I don’t speak another language always in a foreign car
Cartier on my ear, eightteen five a pair
Gotta lead by year, I swear
I pass your favorite rapper tryin’ to speed back here
Beat ya neck game like a speed bag, swear
When them other niggas fade I’ma be right here
I’m looking at the nigga in the mirror on my signal to be clearer
And this horror slash thriller, I’m just bringing you the trailer
Menage in Venezuela, hope DR is even realer
Turn the bedroom into the ER when I drill her
Highlights like a athlete I need clips
Everything take a back seat to V6
You hoes already loose let’s make it happen
The cash a have the fattest ass in here make it clappin
I’m always kitted, this time I over did it
So all then hold the blizzard, throw dough off the pivot
My flow’s frigid, yeah this my frozen style
Banks bend bars like the golden child
They say they want to eat, McDonalds or flee
Chill one day, see em 6 times in a week
Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads
No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole
I’m Cold

LLOYD BANKS – The Flow

The flow makes me u go say what
The flow makes u go say what
The flow makes them go say what
Yeah, yeah yeahhhh

[Verse:]
I gettin’ top dollas I neva out free
Don’t talk about me til’ u own a house keys
U freeloadin off your mama’s loot
U 30 somethin and still puttin’ name on the orange juice
It’s time 4 me 2 make an example
One after a anotha til his last one canceled
Money I ran through, I’m outstanding, my life’s handsome, white phantom
Light handgun, big mansion, on acres just rite 4 campin’
I think yo bitch wanna come home with a star
Throw bras, see the garage, and meneois
It started off with a picture and massage
A morning and week later she had on a calodgue
Rap is my hustle shit happened on the job
Certified platinum in Manhattan with the claw
Yea that cream addict, I’m a green addict, I buy a 100 grand a year on my weed habit
Now planin on properties anything that fit in the rubberband is pocket cheese
Somethin I seen the weed man with
U front 2 get your beaken hit
The whip flipped u see airs when u see my chick pimp shit
They admired the sidewalk when u talk
And u tell that I’m from New York how I walk
And u ain’t shit that why u come up short
The summa’s here so I threw tha chinchilla in the coolers
Me, Buck, & the white tees over the rugers
See I always stood out so I’m used 2 the squeeze
I got the guccis, louies, yellow golds with the rubies
U know I’m poke em once I lure em out their drawers
When I’m near they’ re open like automatic doors
All I need is a minute, a lil’ weed and I’m in it, a lil’ season and fitted, with a B.M.D Kitted
I returned from my spot
In the city where u wind up in the earn over guap
Niggas will hunted and find burn off your top
You dumb, you deaf, and blind deserve 2 be pop
We don’t stress, we shine, we swerved on through the block
So I won’t get knocked I got one eye on the road the other eye on the cops
Watch out for them youngins outside with them glocks
You’ll be toe tag throw in the box over the rocks stop

LLOYD BANKS feat. 50 Cent – The Cake

[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit don’t play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and you bound to hear it clap
you wont have another birthday CAKE after that
’cause Yayo got a temper and he don’t know how to act
and I’ve been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you motherfuckers looking like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
don’t get moved by the tools
battle wounds on you shoes wait
control you hate
you ain’t riding in them 6s
(WHY?) ’cause you spending all your CAKE on them bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need Christmas
Banks don’t rap with a back pack
I’m in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

[50 Cent]
You heard Banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
I don’t give a fuck
It’s going down like that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don’t complicate shit, yea I keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what I been through
southside trama drama with gallamas
I conversate with killers it’s usually about life
politic with lawness it’s usually about white
I’m the poster child of violence
I’m the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out I’m the boy with the toaster

yeah listen up chicko
I hustle I get dough
you fucking with a sicko
I spazz let a clip go
cannon out the rental
beam to you temple
I squeeze blow your mental
all over you friends

[Lloyd Banks]
me I’m from the street
we ain’t nothing sweet
the home of the homies
there’s a body every week
now I don’t hear the sirens
but they probably gonna creep
plotting to pull me over
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so I’ll be skipping cities 7 states in a week
can’t a muthafucker breathing tell me I can’t eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas slow down pump you breaks

no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the plates
then you headed up state
for rolling round with a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you’re a bitch ass nigga
the cup CAKE of the block
any nigga disrespect the click getting shot
round here niggas get found upside down
ova the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE

LLOYD BANKS – Terror Dome

[Verse 1]
Hoppin out that motherfucker two doors up
Sadiddy pretty bitches my crew won’t fuck
I’m in this scarf don’t reaffirm I’m on my New York stuff
I get to mean lossin’ out I need a U-Haul truck
My cup overflows with mojo you then use yours is up
Feel like I’m catching stunts in slow mo
Got this shoe store stuff
Nigga my new bar is up
My reputation got the blue star struck
Gotta be two guards up
Hard to regroup hard luck
Part of me move I’m next
Rock would be cool on vex
Tiffany’s all fucked up, part of me it’s too complex
She’s screaming out for the lord, how many moves my sex
I get that new bald head called the two pop red
Regular loosen up, hit it hard, really slow
How the hell we get so cold, 500 degrees below
Here we, here we go, rare canary flow
Pretty automobile on the street this scary though

[Hook]
Yeah,this for my homles, niggas dead and gone
From Jamaica, Queens, Terror Dome
Where the lead is blown, man down
Smarty getting paid and then they rain out
Get your mind right let me take you to
The society, you may not make it through
A bunch of homies and some heart making colo
I fuck the police and your pussy ass too

[Verse 2]
Back looking for blood
Be right who you was
Shit chillin, ballin’, draggin
Chicks all off these clubs
Had they get do only bullshit
Just to get some love
Open sesame, the recipe
The extasy’s a drug
Step G, slowly we smoking wackers tell MC
Broken V open, how you doin’ catch me in your jeans
Shawty can play it to the car, got the woman of my dreams
Open lust coming for my aroma
Cause my steam colder spot, be in the room a king
Ya know I’m that dull king, stupid bling, laughing big
Smile right off the movie screen, my louie clean
Fuckin’ punks itches said that usually green
Using gold the most, underated God truth be told
Young black mistake, out of this willing cruel nature
Victim never protector, you can keep your fool’s paper
Never pledge sucker blood, my heart took a bounce feel
Marksman I’m hitting anybody out there

[Hook]

LLOYD BANKS – Squeeze First

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo!

[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
I’m a – squeeze first ask questions last
That’s how most of these so called gangstas passed. {COME ON!} [gun cocks]
So I’m a – squeeze first ask questions last [shot]
And if I pull it, I’m a pop it so stay out of my way. {DAMN!}
Cause I’m a – squeeze first [gun cocks] ask questions last… (uh!) [gunshot]

[Verse:]
I ain’t the richest but I’m richer than y’all!
Shit! – Bank$ is like a young will Chamberlan – all I do is fuck bitches and ball. (yeah!)
18 niggas’ll splatter you for talkin’ that shit
You might as well hire a doctor to walk around with. {Whoooooo!}
Nigga your own blood’ll soak your clothes [shot]
And I ain’t worried about you, comin’ back cause you can’t smell beef with a broken nose. (fuck!)
From now on – keep your cars and your homes tinted (uh-huh!)
Your peice’ll shine if you had some more stones in it. (ha!)
If you ain’t dunkin’ or dumpin’ then go to hell home (uh-huh!)
Cause the only clip on your hip hold your cell phone. (OOOH!)
I know you’re focused you’ve been writin’
But all your beggin’ – is chewin’ [shot] {GOD-… } off my ear like Tyson. {DAMN! }
I need a bag big enough to get my mens straight
So I’m a need a O dog, and I ain’t talkin’ like Larenz Tate. (hm-hm!)
A OG told me to market with the block (right!)
He been around since they hit {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooo} Martin with the rock.
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } Don’t make me send niggas to your apartment with the Glock
(uh-huh!) They eat all your food up and stomp you in you’re socks (uh!)
I got rocks and niggas can’t afford to buy it [gun cocks] (uh!)
That’s why I got beef bigger than Kelly Price before the diet. {HAHA! } (OOOOH!)
You ain’t gonna stain up my sheets so I’m a chose the couch
And if you on your period you got to use your mouth. {Whoooooooo! }
Some remain and some switch when the hoes got us (uh-huh!)
That’s why I know more tricks than the globe trotters. (uh-huh!)
We’ll rush your studio maskin’ our picture
Make you stutter (huh?) – and say your (uh!) verse (uh!) faster than Twista. {WHAT?}
You ain’t headin’ in here – cause when we in hotels
They got to lock the floor down like the presidents there. (get back!)
You would think givin’ top is a problem
But my bitch can suck dick with braces on without poppin’ the condom. (uh-huh!) {Whoooooo!}
All the groupies want to show they face
After the shows, they follow the cars longer than the O.J. chase. [shot]

[Outro:]
Squeeze first {GOD-…} ask questions last… {DAMN!}
Gangstas passed! {“MO MONEY… IN THE BANK… “}
Squeeze first ask questions last. {PART 2! }
That’s how most of these so called gangstas passed. {LLOYD BANK$!}
“Mo Money In The Bank”! {ROOKIE OF THE YEAR!}
It’s 2003! [beat stops] {WHAT?} [gun cocks]

LLOYD BANKS – Southside

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

[Bridge:]
I done learn from mistakes like who’s my men, and who’s not!
Like who’s gon’ run and who’s not!
Like who’s gon’ shoot if you shot! [gunshot]
Who gone hold they own – who’s not? Who gone change the spots?

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! {NONE STOP! } Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby.
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {NONE STOP! }

[Verse 1:]
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head [3 gunshots]
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed. {Whooooooooo! }
I stay a wake – cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead.
The killer fled witta fuckin’ laugh.
My heart pumpin’ on blast, I just stare at him something to grasp.
Arms moving – figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug.
There I stood stiffer than wood, see homie use to buy me candy,
Now he’s gone whose provide his family.
My earring is should have been runnin’ I never thought I could be that sick.
Damn! I was suppose to see that shit.
That’s when I thought! (thought!) – It was more than 3 shots (shots!)
He could have been aiming for me, maybe he circled around the block.
I turn around to my pops, he like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin’, [shot] I can still hear ‘em laughin’.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! – Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {CAN’T FORGET… }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby {HASSAN! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! – Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {BRITNEY SHA! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body.

[Verse 2:]
It was a regular day {Whoooo! } in SouthSide sprink-aklers kids running
All of a sudden heads turnin’ somebody did somethin’.
This nigga name, I forgot. Fuck it! He lived around the block.
Regular getting money nigga, but love to clown a lot.
Walked across the park stuntin’ – frontin’
Diamond in his ears! – Diamond watch on, eatin’ a bag of popcorn.
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin’ her waist
She pushed him away – so he threw the bag in her face.
She felt disrespected! {DAMN! } – Shorty couldn’t except it
Called him a pussy! – Told him she be back in a second!
He didn’t pay her no mind, called her bitch ’bout four times
Stayed in the park – with no niggas with and no .9! [gun cocks]
Then in no time – older nigga from behind; swung a baseball bat,
Left his face all cracked! – Told him take all that.
Hit him again popped; his chain with a frown
Left the clown with’ his stain on the ground. [shot]

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! – Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {CAN’T FORGET… }

In the streets of New York! {VIOLATOR! } Can’t trust nobody! {JAMES’ CREW! }
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby {CHRIS LADY! }
You wanna rob me, you gonna leave here with a body. {Whoooooo! }

[Verse 3:]
And all my days {Whooooo! } go by blowin’ that sticky, icky!
California made me picky! Chicken heads tryin’ to stick me with a hicky!
If we go up quickly, stick me somewhere tipsy
The location don’t matter I’m SouthSide to they hit me.
I’d be dead! (dead…) – It foots can kill, I’m from the ghetto boys,
But I don’t know Scarface, I’d push with bill, my heart spills;
For the kids that ain’t got nothin’ they gotta steal and for my
Cousin, I lost slumped over the steering wheel.

[Chorus:]
In the streets of New York! – Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot]
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby {CAN’T FORGET… }
You wanna rob me, you gonna {PR! } leave here with a body.

In the streets of New York! Can’t trust nobody!
Niggas’ll run up on you with a 12” Gauge shoty. [gunshot] {YAYO! }
Loyalty comes free, and smokin’ Weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, {CRY! } you gonna leave here with a body. [echoes]

[Outro:]
“MO’ MONEY IN THE BANK… PART 3: CA$HING IN! ”
“HUNGER FOR MORE”…
OUT NOW!
PICK IT UP!

[Interlude: 50 Cent]
I’m a tell you sum’hin’, right?
I don’t even know this niggas, youkno’msayin’?
Niggas feel like they KNOW ME!… And they lis… listening to my music!
And they like: “No! No! NO! Don’t you think 50′s shit!… 50Cent fucked the hood! ”
50 IS THE HOOD, NIGGA!

LLOYD BANKS – Show And Prove

[Hook]
I hit the lick, I’m gone
It’s hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it’s calm
Remain alone
Blood, honour and karma all part of my favourite songs
I’ve been down, too long
The only way to pay ‘em back’s to show ‘em
I’mma show ‘em all
They don’t want me to go
But I’m going

[Verse]
There’s a lot of ways to make it
And more ways to lose it
You gettin’ to it? Then make it count
I got hallways of music
Big world raised a ruler
My boys knew it and they can vouche
Everybody chasing that money
As soon as it comes niggers act funny
What’s the hatin’ bout?
Same niggas holdin ya baby, got the intentions so crazy
Tryin to get into your paper route
Ah, I bet the same bitch you trustin’
Got your name up for discussion
Ass bussin’ to rock her world
She on the crowd tip
Chicken head and proud as shit
Infatuated with foul shit
Diamonds, rocks and pearls, uh
He lost a homie to the same grind
Poison girls, sick to my stomach
Tryin’ not to hurl, ah
We live the blood sport, it’s game time
Fuck your hood, to free mine
Else get to rock the hood

[Hook]
I hate to think I’m gone
It’s hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it’s gone
Won’t mean alone
Blood, honour and karma what are my favourite songs
I’ve been down, too long
Only way to pay ‘em back’s to show ‘em
I’mma show ‘em all
They don’t want me to go
But I’m going

[Verse]
Uh, gotta learn to handle the pressure
You let the industry stress you
You be pushed out before your time
Me, I love that, shout out to heckler
The “money bag collector”, “flow-wrecker,” with my war design
I ain’t changed so what the logo
The hate in the streets too crowded, royal rumble
And I’mma see to it that all you crumble
Racks by the buddle relax while I son you
Big name, bigger tha dummy, they walking dead all around me
Change your ways, or be your grave
On chains, alert the county
The same guilt that found me
Still fucked up, repeated days
Cops ’round feel like they want me
Cause my pockets all chuncky, money don’t change your profile
So they sick, rather me junky
Bustin raps in my bunky, fuck ‘em, see my coat, smile

[Hook]
I hit the lick, I’m gone
It’s hard enough just hanging on
In this game of the strong who play the pawn?
Swarming you on a day when it’s gone
Won’t mean alone
Blood, honour and karma what are my favourite songs
I’ve been down, too long
Only way to pay ‘em that you show ‘em
I’mma show ‘em all
They don’t want me to go
But I’m going

[Outro]
I’mma show ‘em all
They don’t want me to go
But I’m going

LLOYD BANKS – Rise From The Dirt (Intro)

African American accident in America
See I’m not supposed to be here
Somehow I got the leverage to
Wipe my so-called stink off
Light my blunt take my mink off
Like I’m caught in a maze
Crime pays how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 then, shit I deserve it
Came out of a darker hole than you’ve been
And ain’t know my purpose ’til I was laying down & oozin’
But feeling all worthless ain’t gon’ help
It helps with losin’
Praying I’m in God’s eyes Behind these bricks, life’s a bitch and she kicks
I kicks ‘em out, switching bitches like I’m switching these whips
I’ll sick ‘em on you with a flick of the wrist
I’m one of the greatest, take a picture of me miss
And bring my rose out by the pitcher we rich
I gives a fuck bout where they gon’ place me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the gold
I’m doin’ my thing & you niggas owe
Traitor bitches tell me sorry kiss the ring and get on the floor
I’m consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more
Name remove me from the average five, most likely not half as wise
My chain bring attention & your in detention mackin wise
Miss me with the chatter guy, keep your tool and the magnum by
Half of what really matters die, killin’ niggas all swag aside
Fortune in my head they thought I was dead I took that fork out
Can’t let ‘em see me fall, I got the ball I took a short route
Encores as I walk out, standing ovations the walk in
Like Booker T when I’m talking they look at me and see all them
Fresh Malcom X I guard the crib with my tall gun
Blame the nigga that made ‘em daddy’s son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won’t be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls hung
Life can hard to handle you try to offer your help but
They somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up
They say my opposition would last, but they amateurs
My buzz rattled ya we ain’t mad at ya, we ain’t mad at ya
All I got is my word and my D.E., Big Bird
I gotta eat playboy I never leave this curb
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I’m heard
When I’m in the hood I’m good, NYC I serve
Lil boy born cheated, from a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul smell of disappointment
So much love yet so much hate
Grey skies, used veins, and white poison
Black on black crime for the green man’s dollar
In time you will enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop, kill, or fold
I’m too strong, hard as a rock soul, inside cold
Hardly ever happy, hard times turn humility to homicide
One small piece to the pie of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn’t
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt
Wipe your shirt and go to work
Yeah, V6

LLOYD BANKS – Protocol

[Verse 1]
Loud pack in the back, no sneaking pass I’m warrant hot
Put everything in my rack, sneaker stacks in an orange box
Now she want me on the spot, I’m in there no alarm clock
Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it’s 4 o clock
A million and one more weirdos, they don’t get no run around here though
I been loading this gun all year, so when it unloads
It might leave an air hole, pay your rank about 0
Major Bank on my ear lobe, That mean Gs up, hoes down
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes
Catch me out, chasing them zeroes
Zoo keeper I’m Furred up, new speakers I’m turned up
Due to reefer I burned up
Drinking like it’s my first cup
I ram that cat to a 90, Bitch Huh? Eat What?
I’ll leave that to the zombies
Bet these thirsty rats wanna line me
Big old rat when you find me
Clean my wheel make everything shiny
I get back when the clock is timing, shit
Whoever thought we’d get this far?
This for those that died to soon
Purple weed around the room
R I P to Sha Da Goon

[Hook:]
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I’m making this money
I’m rocking Thousand Dollar kicks
More drugs, more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You’re supposed to pop off
You can’t get nothing from me
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it’s going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

[Verse 2]
Look, Don’t get on my shit list
I give all of y’all the business
Let your #1 fan be the witness
Is this #1 champ for the bitches
You lucky to be my apprentice
Ball so hard, got a slipped Disk
I’m wherever lobster and shrimp is
And I’m ringed up like the Olympics
Man, I’m making it rain by the inches
You dumb as hell, you claim to be
Means more than water
For being part of my famous team
Ring shatter hop on a desk
She said, I ain’t never come that fast
I said, I ain’t never done that either
If she only knew about my past
My bars are stupid up,troop right, can’t calm it down
Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat’s sight
Any girl any good get my wood
She front on me, she ain’t wrapped right
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight
In the day time, and the neck tight
All it happens, nigga it’s crackin’
With a rock and a crack pipe
Shawty suck my dick, take a pick
Show and tell and go to hell
Fourteen carat, balling habit
Goldie ways, go Chanel

[Hook:]
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I’m making this money
I’m rocking Thousand Dollar kicks
More drugs, more honeys
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You’re supposed to pop off
You can’t get nothing from me
Hey,hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it’s going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, yo neck, going down

LLOYD BANKS – Pain

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
They’ll never take me alive, I’m gettin’ high
Out in SouthSide nickle plated heater on my side.
Every night [shot] before I rest my head, I thank to Lord
For ‘scaping this situations I can’t afford. (uh-huh!)
Gun and sword, drama poppin’ all across the board (YEAH!)
Mother-fuck yo’ magazine and yo’ Source Awards! [explode]
Just a year ago me and Yayo were makin’ plans (alright!)
Now shit changed, I’m signing autographs and shakin’ hands (that’s right!)
Makin’ grands, I got Jamaican and Haitian fans, (uh-huh!)
Went from ridin’ BMX’s to the racin’ Lambs. – Ya understand? (uh-huh!)
They’re not my homie, – they don’t even know me
I had to learn from my experience, cause nobody showed me!
Nobody told me, I followed no direction! (uh-uh!)
Teflon for protection, so I don’t end up like the next one! (yeeeaaah!)
I gotta – leave my Mark (Mark…) – and solidify my spots
So that way when I drop {GOD-…} – it’s first class trip to the top. {DAMN!}
Chockin’, smokin’ that purple haaaaze. (uh-huh!) – Learned at a certain age (uh-huh!)
That once I get it! – Grab it, hold it, learn to control it. (whoooo!)
Niggas plottin’, chockin’, schemin’, dreamin’ that can can be me
Believe me! It’s not too easy, you ain’t built for TV! {DAMN!} [shot]
I’m hittin’, splittin’, duck and dodgin’ these HOES
With an extra change of CLOTHES, when they show-up at my SHOWS.
I gotta – clear my heard and get my work DONE (work done!) (yeah!)
Cause I’m hittin’ multi-platinum on my first on! (first month!) (YEAH!) {Whoooooo!} [shot]

LLOYD BANKS – Open Arms

[Verse 1]
Lil’ homie you ain’t gotta be nobody, be yourself
Cause you don’t need nothin’, don’t mean nobody need your help
My nigga lost his mind real young, know how he felt
We in a big pot, you need to make it out or melt
You can have that, you want that, get on out and get it
Once you grab that, give some back then come back in spirit
You a thinker? You thinkin’ you can be on top?
I think you’re on the right path can’t wait to see you pop
Congratulations to the kid that did it up big
Reparations for my niggas comin’ off bids
Education’s only deep as you can dig it
Knowledge is the light, dark secret every visit
I left the will for this zone, me and my microphone
Blood, drugs, liquor and chrome, my nigga life goes on
When they music pours, drama ignites the storm
Runnin’ for a rider gets your license torn

[Hook]
Out here we got it hard, so hard.
The streets got her arms open up to me
They wanna see me fall down, way down, when I get back up they’ll fuck wit’ me
I know ya see me, ya wish ya was me, lifes a bitch and ya chick is ugly
Ice the wrist, niggas lookin funny
You want it? Well I want it more
No rules here, all fair in love and war

[Verse 2]
Just the number in the lotto, goin’ down a sequence
Niggas dyin’ to get bills, but they killin’ over sneakers
Dreamin’ of a million hearts beatin’ through the speakers
Don’t blame the terrible, blame the terror of the teachers
I’m not my brothers keeper in the era of the leecher
Find a lady that ya love wit’ a head you better keep her
Keep ya mind on ya mission
I wish you well but don’t get blinded wit’ wishin’ god
Fish like your fishin’ rod
Rod comin’ home, Ron comin home
Death right before dishonor on my arm till I’m gone
Ery’day is Rozay, Sean Don like tha don
Green made me 4k, blowin cron out the bong
I been at it too long, it ain’t no one liver
I’m still fly and I rap like a drunk driver
Mad hoes, don’t know what ones hotter
Married to the game, you leave you don’t get one dollar

[Hook]

LLOYD BANKS – No Love

Hand full of haters. – Know when I stop ‘em, survivor
Of close calls though, I’m feelin like death’s knockin’
Insides numb! – Thank God for music, my heads rockin’
Wasn’t for that, I’d be lost now. – Racin’ against the clock an’
I can see it in your smile you don’t mean it. – Livin’ foul is your secret!
Want me down on the cement? – Talent found, I’m a keep it!
My brother’s keeper? – Keepin’ my head above the water,
Life’s a bitch beggin’, – but I got nothin’ for her!
Slaughter, – bitches outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her and save the baller.
Rock sporter, give me floor space! – I’m a need a stupid flip,
There’s money cars bitches an’ jewels to get. – Let’s do this shit!
Look how my music hits! – I got that loouud on,
Sour diesel in a cloud gone, get ya style torn!
Heart crosses for body losses,
Stay in a better place, pro’ly bosses – with Ferrari horses.
I’m just as nice as anyone that wore the crown;
Livin’ my dream. – Keep what you think, don’t spoil it now!
I can sense the hate before the frown, ya born a clown!
Droppin’ all ‘em bricks off toilet, bound an’ watered down!
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft,
In and out the B-tracks, intercourse through metaphors!
The Mack bridge, she get across, I met her jaws.
“5″ star flaws “And Better” tours an’ chedda toss.
My work bodies like a shotty let off in the party,
Pardon my partner! He pumped and ready to hurt somebody.
You send ya bitch to line me, you gon’ lose ya Bonnie!
He no/know rude awakenin’, you find me with the Ruger round me.

[Chorus:]
Uh! – R.I.P my nigga! – I’m a see you, when I see ya, (uhh!)
I’m holdin’ it down here an’ niggas still tryna be ya,
But, – but – there never’ll be another crew like us,
Bottles in the air, gettin’ high all I do is crush!
And till the day I’m dust, (day I’m dust!) – there’ll be no love! (no love!)
No love! (no love!) – No love! (no love!) – Huuh! They ain’t no more left… (they ain’t no more left…)

[Verse 2:]
Uh! – Damn, pops, I miss you! – See you when I get there,
Wish I can tell you you were right, cause you ain’t missin’ shit here!
Fans turned on me! – Never thought it’d be this weird,
Guess they thought I wouldn’t keep up. – Look how I switch gears!
Swung the last ten, I’m a kill ‘em the next 6 years!
Tryna block the pain with the liquor, my nigga sick scared.
R.I.P to Roster! – Salute with the choppa.
Remember us – young boys too loose of the Vodka!
Smokin’ like I smoke now. – Now it’s part of my intro,
Same shit that we used to brush offs, hard on my mental.
Beast mode, they led me to snap target my pencil,
They been borrowin’ a while now. – Countin’ the years I lent you!
I got the block poppin’. – And big ass rock coppin’
G throwin’ and top droppin’, just know when the cops watchin’.
These niggas will not stop him! – Struggle to find a way,
From birds eye jockin’, I’m puffin’ a dime a day!

[Chorus] [1: 12 minutes instrumental then beat stops]

[Movie Bites from Spike Lee's "Mo' Better Blues (1990) ":]
[Moe Flatbush:] What does it look like?
[Josh Flatbush:] It looks good.
[Moe Flatbush:] What the numbers look?
[Josh Flatbush:] The numbers look good, hmm! Numbers never lie.
[Moe Flatbush:] That, that’s what I like about numbers. People start lyin’ from the crib, but not numbers.
[Josh Flatbush:] Moe, the numbers never lie!
[Moe Flatbush:] Hahaahhh! But human beings?
[Josh Flatbush:] Human beings is another story.
[Moe Flatbush:]
That’s right! Give me some-some, some schmendrick on the street, right?
The guy says “Yes”, “This is No”, “This is maybe”, right? But you never know, right?
[Josh Flatbush:] That’s right, you never know!
[Moe Flatbush:] Right?
[Josh Flatbush:] Never know.
[Moe Flatbush:] But, but-but not numbers! Three and three?
[Josh Flatbush:] Six.
[Moe Flatbush:] Bang! Youkno’msayin’?
[Josh Flatbush:] We know that, we know.
[Moe Flatbush:] But a guy, he can tells you it’s done… right? But you! Number… 7 and 7?
[Josh Flatbush:] 14.
[Moe Flatbush:] 8 and 8?
[Josh Flatbush:] 16!
[Moe Flatbush:] 9 and 9?
[Josh Flatbush:] 18!
[Moe Flatbush:] BANG!
[Josh Flatbush:] We know that.
[Moe Flatbush:] Concrete is like…
[Josh Flatbush:] You can see it, right?
[Moe Flatbush:]… the sidewalk that you walk on, understand?
[Josh Flatbush:] That’s right!
[Moe Flatbush:] That’s what alota people in this world, they don’t understand.
[Josh Flatbush:] That’s right.
[Moe Flatbush:]
You know? The-the- they wanna give you, you know? But a number is right… THERE!
You never trust them.
[Josh Flatbush:] It’s on. You can see it, right?
[Moe Flatbush:]
Yeah, these people, they think trust. Trust? You can’t buy trust, right?
I trust my mother sometimes.

LLOYD BANKS feat. 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid – My House

People! {CAN’T FORGET… }
Ya boy, Bank$ is back! {TIMBALAND! }
And this is a Timbaland track! (uh!) {THE WHOLE G-UNIT! }
Whoooooooo!

[Bridge: Lloyd Bank$]
This is myyy house… “I’ll house you! ”
Bitch I run this… “Girl, I’ll house you! ”
This is my house… “I’ll house you, you in my house now! ” {DAN THE MAN! }

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent)]
This is myyyy house!
You gon’ do {JEWEL UNIT! } what I tell you to do,
When you in myyyy house!
Under my roof you follow my rules. {Whoooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
This is myyyy house…
(“Put ya hands up! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya hands up! “)
This is myyyy house… {CAN’T FORGET… }
(“I’ll house you, Girl you in my house now! “) {MTV! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! – You under my roof
So take off your coat, (yeah!) your hat and funny boots. (yeah!)
I can’t tell you they names – I just know they loose, (yeah!)
Off a mixture of cranberry and the goose. (yeah!)
A lil’ runnin’ in that’s at least a hundred proof (yeah!) {Whoooo! }
Shorty eyes wide from the Bentleys and the Coupe. (yeah!)
She can’t stop starin’ so she trippin’ off the stool (yeah!)
And I’m a playboy, I might as well tell her the truth. (yeah!)
You tryna menage-twat or hit the booth (uh!) {LLOYD BANK$! }
I got a big pool in the room with bathing suits. (uh!)
See I can go swim – though I get it in (uh!)
I’ll show you how to make a million dollaz with a pen. (uh!)
I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin (uh!) {Whooooooooooooo! }
I can’t complain the top models in the Benz. (uh!)
My wheels is shining – like there’s diamonds in the rims, (uh!)
Just give me a day or two I’m climbin’ in the friendz. (uh!) – I do what I wanna do cause…

[Chorus: Lloyd Bank$ (50 Cent)]
{SHADYVILLE! } [shot] This is myyyy house!
You gon’ do what I tell you to do,
When you in myyyy house! {“ROTTEN APPLE”… }
Under my roof you follow my rules. {TONIGHT! }
This is myyyy house…
(“Put ya hands up! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya! Put ya hands up! “)
This is myyyy house…
(“I’ll house you, Girl you in my house now! “) {Whoooooo! }

[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! – Watch how you speak (yeah!)
Cause I don’t slip or sleep, I got the heat. (yeah!) {Whoooooo! }
If you get outta line, you’ll be in the street, (yeah!)
Ambulance [amublance sirens] man tryna cover up the leak. (yeah!)
Nobody will care, {DAMN! } they’ll forget you in a week (yeah!)
I rather go in there with a swisha with a freak. (yeah!)
And get a lapdance while I listen to the beat (yeah!)
Shes puny and petit I can lift her off her feet. (yeah!)
If she gives me the spur, {LET’S GO! } you know I’m fuckin’ her! (whoooo!)
I’m iced out so she don’t see nuthin’ but a blur. (uh!)
Be careful where you rub don’t get nuthin’ on the fur. (uh!)
They know we got the things so the drama don’t occur. (uh!) {HAHA! }
You front cause you drunk – yo’ ass gettin’ jumped (uh!)
I’m high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk. (uh!)
But then the niggaz dump yo’ ass in the trunk (uh!)
All you’ll remember is a black mask and a pump. – Them niggaz should’ve told you… [echoes]
[beat stops] Whooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!

["Take A Picture"'s Intro:]
I’m baaaaaaaaaack!

LLOYD BANKS – Mr. Me Too Freestyle

Uh, I Had It Up To Hear For The Year
You Fucked Up Now, Shit’ll Tear For Ya Pair
I Pull A Truck Up Round And Tear Up The Square
Nigga Wassup Now, I’m Here And You Scared, All You Niggas Weird
Now How Many Brought My Cd Kill
I’m Ghetto, I’m Trill, ‘m A Easy Mill
Years Passed, Niggas Tryna Be Me Still
Went From Watchin Tv To A Tv Deal
See Me Peel, Tye Smoke In Yo Grill, Chill
Rocks Raised In A 3d Field, Ill
Now I Play Behind The Gt Wheel, Skill
I Grind Like I’m Runnin Out Of Time
Now They On Me And Come Up By The Dime
Slim, Thick, Fine, Gabbana Design
Gettin My Whip Washed While I’m On The Recline
A Quarter To Walk In, Another Quarter To Rhyme
Your Time Is So Shorter Than Mine
’cause I Get Mine Whenever Its Bread Time
Hes A Perpetrator, I Hurt The Hater
Do Something Real Dumb Now Or Hope Its Worth It Later
This Ain’t My Worst Behavior
This Is Free And Every Verse Is Paper
I Guarantee Money Knot
This Nigga Got A Real Watch Full Of Dummy Rocks
Anybody That Rock Those Is A Dummy
And I’m In A Drop Rose And Its Sunny
Rims Is Deep As The Pot Hole In The Roll
Arrogant Since Snot Nose And It Shows
I Ain’t Havin It, I’ll Getcha Holes In Ya Clothes
The Reign Ain’t Over I Got Fours To Expose
My Closet Is The Mall, Thats Why I’m Fuckin Ya Hoes
.357 With The Pinocchio Nose
Only As I Hop Out The Rose…

LLOYD BANKS – Money Is Power Skit

[Movie Bites from "The Black Godfather (1974)", Rod Perry as J.J. speaks:]
Look, how am I gon’ justify corruption to you!
It’s always been here and it will always be!
Well, I’m rapping to you about is power, baby!
I know what I am!
And right or wrong…
People look up to me because they think I am a success, I’VE GOT WHAT THEY ALWAYS WANTED, MONEY!
Without it YOU’RE NOTHING!
Money buys dignity… poverty is a crime.
Nobody asks you: “Where you got your dollar? “; they ask you: “Do you have it? ”

LLOYD BANKS – Money Don’t Matter

[Hook]
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I’m rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can’t buy hers, with your money
She won’t eat when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shakin all way down her knees
I get it all for free
Holla at me

[Verse 1]
Mister I ain’t never gave a fuck about a girl
I’m ghetto, I’m thorough, I’m reppin my boro
I’m out of my mind, girl my mind’s on dinero
Probably thinking I’m the one
Tired of ridin wit a zero
Zeroed up, I only hear chains, don’t hear no slut
Red rose matching my clothes don’t wear no cup
Headphones, channel my zone, she won’t shut up
Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up
I’m getting to the paper, that’s why I can’t take ya
You mix business with pleasure, you’re slidin’ down a danger
Girl never mind the minor, cause I’mma do it major
They fine but you finer and I’m hotter than that laser
Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy
You gon’ have to peel it off the ground
I wanna knock ‘em down though I will it with my crown
It’s just me and you nobody here to hear the sound
It gets scary when I pound, now

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Cuffing only comes with a black lash
She got that you get money, you can clap pass
N a fat ass
I like shaking it, new bottles and black bags
Metal with the crew 22 bottles and smack fast
You will never appreciate nothing ’til you makin’ some
So keep it real with me, and keep it fake with them
Full phonebook, travel out of the state wit none
She looking for a trick, and you a major one
Told her she’s running out of time, she bought me a watch
She know I beat her ass up, she calls me the box
A bad bitch is like the norm, they normally hot
I got a thousand co-signs, they all give me props
My jewelry extra, light up the mall with these rocks
Glock bodyguard, you niggas tour with the cops
You spending here, never see you at all when I shop
Keep your convo, fast forward tha guap, I’m hot

[Hook]

LLOYD BANKS – Love Me In The Hood

It’s banks nigga
South side love
They love me in the hood

[Verse 1:]
Cold since my man died, over that’s a damn lie
Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide
Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship
I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch
I’m so far ahead I’m already dead
Getting at you from the future that’s why I’m used to what you said
Wait until you see the new Superhead
She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head
Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy lenin, that’s how I’m living
The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings
Fuck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook:]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them bitches talking about me, that’s how you know I’m doing good
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
I’m in love with money I don’t love these hoes
I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you here me?
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood

[Verse 2:]
Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
Hef the don, fucking on ya sister like escaborn
Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed
Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I’m paid
Fucking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and ‘em
I’m excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman’s pen
You couldn’t cloud my intelligence with elegance
I’ll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
I’m heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, I’ve been spending ever since
OG kush bags couldn’t find a better stench
Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me
Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie
When I’m hungry ain’t a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
Pick a spot I’m heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
Fucking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she’s the appetizer
Humming on my trail all day I’m a clap her after china
Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
I’m honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering, I’m running through this money till the trip is done
I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son

[Hook]