LLOYD BANKS – Live It Up

[Verse 1]
I’m throwing like I used to
Got your common boohoo
And my diamons coloured new blue
Got these bitches coocoo
Bag ‘em up when they chuchu
And track on these hoes
Cheese ‘em like the packets
‘Cause I’m packing up these shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to remember
Who I bump probably won’t
When you broke, bitches said you eat they smoke
Now they don’t ,now they nail
‘Cause my feet won’t hit the street, how you feel
I’m a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill
Drunk as fuck and I’m smoking
Trunk her up and I’m hoping
I can get her back to my room
With this video girl I’m pocking shit
I’m getting head right now
This supposed to be work
I’m laughing hard at these chicks
That think they getting close to be known
They said ,I am fucking with who? that’s supposed to be jokes
Still be three weeks, and three tweets
They get a whole of these quotes
Don’t know how the hell we floating
All I hope are these boats
Stocking into my chevy, ride around with these spouts

[Hook]
Hey,what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I’ma get it,life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I’ma get it,life without a limit
I just want to live it up

[Verse 2]
I’m stacking on these chips
Producing on how I switch the kicks
I flip it the whip, I’m sicken then sick
I think somebody slipped me of me
Marry come dance with me
You’re like my fantasy
I got all these questions girl
And you got the answer sheet
You know what the dude will teach
‘Cause they don’t wanna mean to me
The couple out the east
We got the chance to be
I’m out here hitting switches
Front street on the slim
I got a thousand bitches
But you can be the one
I’m put a whoop,you beat that pussy like a drum
‘Til you come ’til you done
Where you from,where you going
And you hit it, feeling bad
Smack it ’til it’s red
Everyday I’m playing out with platinum a little bit
Bombay on my course, five carat on my coat
Five days in my city,that’s five days in a the top
Niggers know what happen just for talking sideways
And they won’t
Better of you don’t, take a hit of this dope

[Hook]
Hey,what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I’ma get it,life without a limit
I just want to live it up
I got the hunger for more
I’ma get it,life without a limit
I just want to live it up

LLOYD BANKS – Jackpot

Yeah, yeeeaaah!
We ain’t playin’ no games, man; we spend money, nigga!
Haahahahaa-ahh!
Just do what you do best in life.
That 2012 shit! (Jahlil Beats… holla at me!)
Bank$!

[Verse 1:]
Maaan, I’m just fuckin’ these hooees – like I’m crushin’ these shooows;
100 dollar shoe strings, now I’m bucks for these hooeses!
Look in my eyes and see cloouuds; – I’m puffin’ them O’s, (uhh!)
A three-some ain’t shit! – I need a couple of those. (uhh!)
Mr. Touch-It-When-I-want, POW! Punch her with the rhymes, (rhymes!)
Tell ya girl we said: “Whassup? ” (whassup?) – We jump her all the time.
You got next? I got next aaaf-ter, no need to gas her;
She beekin’ up cause I’m a rapper, skeet laughter.
Catch me laughin’ at a bank today, laughin’ at a bank tomor’
I do these niggas like my son. – Ya should thank my father! (uhh!)
I make it rain harder,
I was late and her ass still shakin’ like I hit it with the teaser! (yeah!)
I’m tryna get this money, show me what your mama gave ya! (yeah!)
Appetite is animal, so pardon my behavior. (uhh!)
I split a crowd of bitches at the Garden, I’m the savior (savior!)
Hit after hit. – Knock the heart right outta hater!

[Chorus:]
Spendin’ is my hobby. (u-huh!) – I’m ballin’, – sorry! (uhh!)
Lately I’ve been havin’ dreams of crushin’ e’rybody! (uh-huuh!)
I’m a see you muthafuckas at the top, (top!)
Then come into my mind, see nothin’ but the guap! (guap!)

They thought this shit was done; but the grind don’t stop! (yeah!)
I’m runnin’ through ‘em, one after gun cause I’m hot. (yeah!)
I’m a hit ya hun like a drum make it drop (yeah!)
Then I’m lookin’ for another one to taker her spot. (spot!) – JACKPOT!

[Verse 2:]
I’m the rawest in Queens. – It’s all for the green! (uh-huh!)
The chicks ain’t mine! (naaah!) – They all for the team. (yeah!)
I told her get in the six, – cause they walkin’ to me;
I’m ’bout to murk me a bitch. – White chalk on the scene! (yeeaah!)
Money can’t buy ya style; my style made to be fly (uh-huuuh!)
I’m from the front so far. – My glass facin’ the sky!
She front? She out the same minute! (minute!) – Placin’ fives;
She ain’t dope! – She don’t get digites – or reach my supply.
I’m in the rocket, chasin’ paper. – My ego lead the anker;
Ain’t no way I’m gon’ land this muthafucka unless it’s major!
Mami do me a lil’ favor! – Don’t go catchin’ feelings;
Don’t you go complainin’ cause I’m not used to hearin’!
Uhh! – By 21, I made a million. (million!)
Fast drops in my back drop chillin’. (chillin’!)
Lettin’ niggas see me I don’t pass blocks spillin’ (uh-uuuuh!)
Roll up like a smoker with a bag chopped ceilin’. (ceilin’!)

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Spendin’ is my hobby… sorry!
Crushin’ e’rybody!
Spendin’ is my hobby… sorry!
Crushin’ e’rybody!

[Chorus] [echoes] [beat stops]

LLOYD BANKS – I’m Back

[Mo Money In The Bank Intro]
[DJ Whoo Kid:] Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! [coin drops]
[Lloyd Bank$:] WHOO KID DROP THAT SHIT! [echoes]

[Starts off with the beat of Juelz Santana & Cam'ron's: "Dipset (Santana's Town) "]

[Intro:]
I’m baaaaaack… [gunshot]

[Verse:]
Guess who’s the man this summer? (uh-huh!) – Black and Banana Humma, (uh-huh!)
Platinum, this man’s a stunna! (haah!) – Who does it like this? [gun cocks]
Strapped with’ the hand of thunda. (YEAH!) – And I demand a numba (YEAH!)
Packin’ the cannon unda (yeah!) [shot] – these niggas like this! (whoo!)
Holdin’ my block down, even when them cops ’round (uh-huh!)
They talk about the kid – even when I’m NOT ’round! (FUCK!)
That bitch is not this pretty; (no!) – my niggas got the city (yeah!)
That’s like the ‘Pac in Biggie, the hottest thing on tha blocks with’ 50. [shot] (OOOH!)
You shouldn’t be a hero! (uh-uh!) – Cause you could BE a hero! (bling!)
Bullets’ll sandwich you in, yo’ face’ll be a zero! [shot]
I know yo’ type, ‘Sucka For Love’ – and “Used To Cupid”!
You call it bein’ your own man! I call it: ‘Super Stupid! ‘ (STUPID!)
She wan’ ball with’ the winners, she told me all of yo’ bidness,
How you treat all yo’ spenders, with diamonds and all yo’ dinners! (Ha!)
Yo’ niggas wasn’t tough! – I got a couple of pictures! [blast] (back!)
You got ya cookies took! – Play double dutch with tha bitches! (YEAH!)
Even my grandma’ knows, (what?) – that I’m tha man with’ flows! (uh-huh!)
Look at my hand it glows, (yeah!) way out in Atlanta’s frooze.
And I’m demandin’ O’s! (uh-huh!) – They throw them hands in bows! (uh-HUH!)
I’m watchin’ a “Pacers” fuckin’ them “Indiana Hoes”. (hoes!)
Ho; don’t blame me, blame 50, he bought the Coupes for me, (yup!)
I never love a bitch! (no!) – Reppin’ da Snoop Doggy. (yeah!)
I got them hammer’s boss, I’m the wrong man to cross [shot]
Shittin’ out cookies and milk – and I ain’t Santa Clause! – BITCH!

[Outro:]
Haha!
I’m BACK NIGGA!
G-UNIT!
Lloyd Bank$!
Young Buck!
Tony Yaaayo!
50Cent!
G-UNIT!

[Interlude: The Impostor]
‘Ey, How you doin’?
This is The Impostor, Big Pussy, Tony Soprano.
This is a shout-out to Lloyd Bank$…
The King Of Queens! [gunshot] [echoes]

LLOYD BANKS – Hate You More

Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don’t know what we do
Hating bitches want some hating
When I told her bring ‘em through
That is sneaky, they email me,
Call her text and pay too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always feeling used
Stick around when I got high
But you reveal when I was cool
And I was young ,dumb,full of cum
Greedy bitches pullin’ some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I’m from
She thinks she working me
She must think I’m stupid
Ain’t no joking me
We gon’ take that cupid
Fuck you won’t take advantage
Of who I rode the blue grind
Hanging out with my surrey
Get that pussy up and roof it
No may pass all of you can
They don’t make me day
Like they is bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it’s hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain’t no time to use it
And that day is exclusive

[Hook]
There you go again, acting like you got me
Got me mad enough to flip
Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser
I’ma play them bitches first
Now you lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse
Now get off me, nah ain’t no way to make it work
It’ll cost me, always knew it all
That’s my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more

You used to light me up
Grimy shit, move the fire
You got Louis bags of skeletons
And you’s a liar,
Just someone you callin’
To get the nut out, open the plier
I don’t think the loyal bitch has come out
My foolish priors
Prior with this niggas paper
And she knew better,
Then she knew I’ll always be major
This is caught in the wind and the grill
Average behaviour, you don’t want to sit by yourself
You want someone to save you
Well save that for the next man
My next plan is to player
You play for one of them teams
You got the best change to slay ‘em
Play ‘em down by the layer
Benjamin Franklin makes the world go round
Throws the cowards probably carrots and merry
That’s how they all go down
Don’t come around me ’cause I’m too cold
You may be prepared for what the truth holds
Complex technicality grabbing me through this loop hole
And no actuality, rather me and my coup gone
Gone from the bullshit

[Hook]
There you go again, acting like you got me
Got me mad enough to flip
Cut you off, nobody gonna play me like a loser
I’ma play them bitches first
Now you lost me, acting like a fool just makes it worse
Now get off me, nah ain’t no way to make it work
It’ll cost me, always knew it all
That’s my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more

LLOYD BANKS – Hand Days / Rip

Uh!
Kh, k-hm! {DAMN!}
People! (people…) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Haha!
This is real shit… (real shit…)
Ugh!
Are you a real nigga or real bitch? (real bitch…)
Ugh! (haha!)
Feel this! {DAMN!}

[Verse:]
You wonder why my days hard? (why?)
I spent my mornin’ at the graveyard. (uh!) crawled into this world gone walk away scared.
Tattoos on my past views
I was told cash rules (haha!) get yours that smooth
Mash through! (whoo!) – I wasn’t talk I comin’ at you
Bred from a Puerto Rican lady and a black dude.
And that dude – is why I’m me (yeah!)
Responsible (haha!) for every smile I see. (yeah!) {AMMO!}
Hue told me since a child I’d be (yeah!)
More than a regular boy and tha boy was he. (yeah!)
Right as ever I’m smart! I’m clever! (uh!)
He’s good! (uh!) I’m better! (uh!) I’m hood – forever! (forever!) [kids ovation]
My treasure value beyond measure
I stand out ain’t gotta be all extra. (extra!)
Bank$ – the one you look small next to
Just like webster, run I’ll catch ya! [gunshot]
If I ain’t have all the money I’d ask betchya!
Fuck it! – Listen let all the water out your bucket.
Furs and Specs when I flex,
My swag, and steps extremely complex. (yes)
And ya’ll just pecs you can’t be the don next
The weight of that torch feels like arm reps. (reps!)
And I done heard it all now I’m gone bomb next
And fuck all you niggas and don’t take it outta context. (context!) {Whoooo!}
You gotta love a nigga loyal
When shit fucked up he there for you.
Now it’s time to turn the heat up till it boil
And all you – a G (haha!) from the Sac to the soil! [gunshot] {DAMN!}

LLOYD BANKS – G’s Up

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Who ever it was that said carats is good for your sight
Must have never came across a rock this bright I’ve been hot since Mike
First put on the glitter glove
And slid backwards on the stage so give a nigga love
Yeah I’m popular, but don’t get it fucked up
The Uz’ll have you shakin’ in the club like the bruck up
Whats up? with all these wanna be Lloyd Banks
And toy gangstas
We need to make a remix cause theres some more wankstas
My street team straps Mags on they waist
Vest under the shirt and black rags on they face
I’m a problem lord can you find a way to save me?
I can’t die shit I ain’t even had my baby
Fuck it its all gravy
If I go I’m cool
Death comes for everybody no exception to the rule
I’m a G Unit soldier ridin’ with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
Ya’ll know the kid got the game in a jyro
In other words just choke
Nigga I’m no joke
How the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke
How the fuck you take a trip to Jamaica and don’t smoke
Out in L.A. I know a few dimoes and locs
My chain heavy about the weight of a soap on the rope
Leave your girl around me too long I’m pokin her throat
Soon as she open her coat
Bend her over and stroke

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
In the town I’m from the tattle tales don’t rock like Pro Keds
the little niggas ride they mopeds
Around the dope heads
Last on the ball court, you can’t even cross over
Without poppin a ball
I’m not gonna fall
One year from now I’m in the pop corn Azzure
bulletproof glass Blockin your boy
Glock in the door
I’m on tour, pocket of raw
Knockin’ your whore
You back home suckin your teeth moppin’ the floor
I’m gettin top dollar this ain’t freebies
Been in the game a year and got two “Best Of Banks” CDs
If they ain’t mine then I don’t give a fuck about ‘em
Shit R. Kelly played with the kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience cause it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady’s on the bassline
None of the teckas wait around
Cause I got a roster that’ll bring a record label down
I’m a monster I tear the whole track up
My closet’ll bar brick on me if I hang another throwback up
I’m flyin back to Miami just to do a feature
Cause they throwin’ paper at me like a substitute teacher
I’m far away from the leeches
They can’t even reach us
I’m on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody hurl one up everytime that I stunt
And every other verse you hear is a rhyme of the month yeah!

[Chorus x2: Lloyd Banks]
G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

G’s up to every hood and every crew (yeah)
Supposed to have your gun ’round you
And I.. claim G Unit ’till I die
Got it down to a tee
Ya’ll ain’t fuckin’ with me

LLOYD BANKS feat. Schoolboy Q – Gettin’ By

I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin’ by [x8]

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Stand up guy, pick the marro from the ground
I’m a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the vert
Throw these dollars make them work
Silly ass dancer think she gonna get me with all that mileage, no she won’t
Easily broke you don’t keep hope
Kill or be killed, that murder she wrote
World full of bread, who wanna be broke
Daddy done dead, ma gotta be both
Life’s too short, gotta be close
Tryin’ to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it’ll probably be three
4 door benz make my flee
On the regular tip, I’m hit
Your lit, I’m super
Dude don’t like when they set that trap
Just like that like I ain’t never knew ya
Treat them hoes just like manure
I maneuver like booyah
I’m too ill to slip, new wheel to whip
Necklace out the cooler
I’ve been drunk and high all day y’all
My weed loud as a AR
I heard money the only thing that holds weigh
A hundred and fifty pounds on the radar
Nine out of ten, there’s a friend there’s a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it’s real but it ain’t
Bet these trips to the bank won’t change naw

[Hook]
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in, won’t give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin’ by [x4]

[Verse 2 - Schoolboy Q]
Dear hater, a playa is definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work, she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga named Q
Number 1 gangster can’t be two
Gotta get dough I ain’t tryin’ to be poor
Nigga go broke cuz his rap many slow
Lie to my daughter like I’m chopping up soap
Gotta sell dope, every gram mean hope
Fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain’t met another nigga like me
Sippin Hennessy, weed crumbs on the seat
Hollow tip shots motherfucker I’m a G
Let’s get slow, slur relax
And have no worries ’cause I’m blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch, she give me neck, your city next
So this your town, fuck your respect
I’m the headline you don’t get my check
Back wood toke, let a real nigga smoke
Eyes bloodshot right behind these locs
Tryin’ to get a house up out these folks
Pimped out ride with the new gold spokes
Spark a blunt, pass it around
Prowl the bitch and dick her down
Me & Banks was smoking loud
Bet your ho will leave you now

[Hook]
A pound of loud, smoke up
Everyday I’m getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won’t give in, won’t give up
I gotta be rich as fuck
Racks tuck, nigga what
Baddest bitches getting touched
I’m drunk, I’m high, damn near gettin’ by [x4]

LLOYD BANKS – Get The Fuck Up Now

[Voice whispering:] So dangerouuuss.
[Lloyd Bank$:] Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhh-oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhh!

[Verse 1:]
Bank$ is gettin’ money money ain’t gettin’ him (uh!)
Him sitting his whip on 23” inch rims. (yeaah!)
Why would I spend my money on tints (uh!)
‘Cause I got my bombers hooded up in your lawndas. (yeah!)
The cribs is bigger than my mama’s (uh!)
With that you can send your local high school or college.
Your year is expired! – You should pay knowledge (uh!)
A hood nigga – way out in the Bahamas. (WHOO!)
On tour so you probably won’t find us
In your barber shop I got a barber with liners. (yeah!)
Bank$ grew kinda hard with piranhas
My closet is the size of a clothing designator. (UH!)
You’re now rockin’ with’ new yor city’s finest
Shuttin’ down the clubs a bunch of niggas went behind us. (uh!)
Now I’m dealin’ with’ a bunch of pre-madonnas
I take ‘em to the crib and have ‘em bend over for recliners. (YEAH!)

[Chorus:]
I need y’all to get the fuck up now! (uh-huh!)
I know theirs gangstas in this tooown. (yeah!)
So – throw up your set! (uh-huh!) – Ma’ come to the front (uh-huh!)
Show me somethin’! (yeah!) Yeah; that’s what I want. (uh!)

I need y’all to get the fuck up now (uh-huh!)
I know how y’all get down in this tooown.
So – lit up your weed! (uh-huh!) – Ma’, come to the front (uh-huh!)
Now poke it out! (ye-ah!) Yea; that’s what I want. (uh!)

[Verse 2:]
I’m fresh, breast like million bucks
See my green chinchilla and my trillon cuts. (WHOO!)
Inspired by the niggas that I trust (uh-huh!)
So if you my shit then, you should buy Buck’s. (yeah!)
There’s a lot of rappers let off steeaam
‘Cause I’m gettin’ money and my jewelry all greeeen. (uh!)
Some of the brightest shit you ever seeeen
My whole team, so fresh and so cleeaan.
Down South where they sipping on leeeen (yeah!)
Little ‘Ks stray hit you with the beeaam. (yeah!)
I’m a bachelor! – I ain’t lookin’ for a queen. (uh-uh!)
SouthSide ballers, the American Dream!
Bein nosey will get you behind beeaams
So if ain’t your beef, try not to interveeene
I got a pack of Mary Jane in my jeeaan
If I blow it in the sky we will all be high. (uh!) [2 coughs]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I’m hot nigga! – The fools ain’t the saaame
I’m speeding, I give a fuck, hoes in my lanes. (brrrrr!)
I got a couple loose, screws in my brain (uh!)
I die on over this I ain’t goin’ to move with my chain (oh, no!)
You caught a brick but – who is to blame? (uh-huh!)
Your fans turn their back now I’m you and that a shame. (damn!)
I’m thinkin’ about flyin’ to Hawaii (yeah, yeah!)
Sippin’ on colatti (yeah, yeah!) – lyin’ with’ a hottie. (WHOO!)
Uptop drinkin’ niggas in here schemin’
So I ain’t leavin’, ’cause I’m here with my Gaaaaaat!
Lay low for a second and get your attention
And back on the bencin’, I’m baaaaaack!
And your famblades spinnin’ on a Llac
And you can’t see the side ’cause the windows all blaaaaack.
I had respect but I take it all back (uh-huh!)
‘Cause you’re celebrity wander around with a raaaaat!

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
YEAH!
Hah’!
Uh!
I need y’all to get the fuck up now… Uh!
I need y’all to get the fuck up now… Uh!
I need y’all to get the fuck up now…
I know theirs gangstas in this tooown…

LLOYD BANKS – Get It How Live

[Chorus:]
I got my eye on the profit, I’ma get it how I got it
Get it how I live and you niggaz can’t stop it
Ain’t a shade for my shine, so the haters can’t block it
Better days on my mind, and paper is the topic
We don’t care about no hoes dawg, y’all can take ‘em wit’cha
See ya when I see ya, I ain’t gon’ miss ya
‘Fore I tip a bitch I know I’ma throw it on the strippers
I already been rich, now I’m gon’ get richer

This is that motherfuckin music made for smokin
Bitch keep your mind on that money, don’t get caught up in your emotions
I fuck her mouth until she chokin
And she ain’t talkin back no more, I got her gone off that potion
She got, know I just point a finger and she pop top
All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop
You gettin outta line now, you don’t know me miss
You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss
Uhh, I chuck her deuces with the froze-y wrist
“When you comin back in town?” Miss me with the nosy shit
Mary Jane the only chick that I get cozy with
Knockin ‘em down, three at a time, posey shit
They been hatin on my hustle, I’m supposed to trip
45 my muscle as I touch you on a goalie tip
Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit
And it’s M.O.B. for life, boy you know this shit

[Chorus]

She gon’ fuck me ’til I’m drained then I’m gone
You thinkin you gon’ come up on the Bank, bitch you’re wrong
You a punk, this ain’t yo’ song
Take it from me, them bitches there when you’re there, there when you’re gone
Uh, I’m gettin to it, not your ordinary rapper deal
The package pop, she gettin slipped the morning-after pill
Then I disappear, she probably snorin as I peel
Fame’ll get you while you’re layin up and that’s what’s real
Masterin when I’m smashin, got that mass appeal
Uh-uh we ain’t slippin, niggaz trippin so we packin steel
The weather breakin, I’ma push the Cadillac until
Magnum block me from the spill, boy that cat can kill
I give a fuck about a cop or catch an oil slick
I done made it out, I’ma go enjoy this shit
Hundred thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip
Few more just for ballin out thinkin ’bout what new toy to get, uhh

[Chorus]

LLOYD BANKS feat. Young Buc – Freestyle (Tim Westwood)

[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

LLOYD BANKS – 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)

LLOYD BANKS – Don’t Deserve You

[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]

LLOYD BANKS – Come Up

“And now for our feature presentation.”

Uh, ain’t no time for slippin, captain of this boat
You in that water you don’t listen, cause I gotta get the dough
I got the mind to get to it, look how I bomb through my music
These old niggaz must’ve forgot, they got Alzheimer’s and stupid
I re-up, rhyme and recoup it, uhh, just look at my time
And I been shinin since Whoo Kid, uhh, nigga I’m grindin
Mountain climbin and I stay fresh
Dominate for business, now my name stretch
Same guy, grey sky, grade 9, great vest
Fuck it, roll up, that’s the way I’m livin
Sucker niggaz baby-sittin for my favorite women
Pockets full of C-notes, memories full of I-O-U’s
Lou’ Vuitton peacoat, sleek will shut entire crew
Blue, plug and leave ‘em, that’s just how I do
Masterpieces every time I drew, Jeffrey Dahmer you
[?] Dennis to McDonald fool
Boy don’t bring the drama here, heat-seekers follow you
And you, and you

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It’s about time a nigga come up, gritty for a lord
Ain’t no runnin out you run up, ain’t nuttin treated small
Mine clockin on the rundown, party ’til it’s sun up
Foreign cars kitted – all these bitches gettin in it

Uh, these niggaz can’t see me, motherfuckin chief
Three different whores all in my teepee, which one am I gon’ keep?
I got the blood of a playa, spend all the money you pay her
Got a mansion from music cause my flow nice as my neighbor
I hit the dope vein (dope vein) the “H.F.M.” is flowin, goin Soul Train
(HAM) all on the track in my new rope chain
Bottles of that co-paign, model mami Coke frame
Twenty bands stuffed in Trues, icy wrist, nuttin brews
Every month another cruise, closet damn near closin in
80, 90-somethin shoes, five colors of other Choo’s
Big jewelry out in the open, so they wan’ judge me
You know the verdict, young black with money so I’m some dummy
Racism, facets of what my grandma seen
Frontin down M.L.K., jammin while you play that scheme
Smoke in Lamborghin’s, South Jamaica man of cream
Style out here’ll get you stomped, turn your head to trampoline
Mean!

[Chorus]

[Outro]
“November finally finds me here
Just like the trees so cold and bare”

LLOYD BANKS – Cold Corner 2 (Eyes Wide)

[24 seconds instrumental]

[Verse 1:]
The hood lane kinda naked, so I’m a take it,
Been here before. my rhymin’ ancient, an’ I’m endangered.
When e’rything awkard, – I gotta change it!
Bringin’ a swag, – whip game like a dominatrix.
Hot headed with no kinda patience!
While I recline they tastin’,
More than half of my life vagina chasin’.
I dream of purple by the dump truck,
I’m poppin’ all across the boards surfs up. – Label black and purped up!
Hustle like a traffic bum, the golden voice rapper, son;
Louis to the shoe, we bling dappered up for half of them!
I’m double action avergin’. – Fuck love and marriage an’ I’m happy!
Rollin’ stones spittin’ image of pappy.
Get at me! – Spar with a G, 10 in my keky;
Chroic cheese chaser, troupies tryna trap me!
Rewards’ll snatch me. – No love for the law my lawyer back me! (uh!)
Money’s the root of evil, (yeah!) and my root exactly. – Tax me!

[Chorus:]
Eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the corner! (on the corner…) (uh!)
Eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner…)
Protection’s gettin’ stronger,
Walk around with your head in the ground you’ll be a goner! (be a goner…)
Eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the corner! (on the corner…) (uh!)
Eyes wide, that’s how it happens on the crooked cold corner! (crooked cold corner…) [echoes]

[Verse 2:]
Uh! – I’m sharper than the – wood on a splinter. – Sit back and let the king record,
You know me! – I O.D.; – Shinobi when I swing my sword.
Minds think by the grip, my way outta the whip,
Been chasin’ Fetti all week, Sundays I pop my shit!
Born a boy, world in my palm, Stockton grip!
Stumble cross the outfit, I’m a kill my “Beef & Brocollis” with.
R.I.P. to Hewy-O and Kev!
I know they lookin’ down on me therefore I make a movie on the reg!
Stupid speech jacuzzi on the ledge,
I hate the stupid groupies on my leg, drag ‘em like a chain an’ ball!
Fuss cause I’m famous, funny, I ain’t want the fame at all!
Fuck ya gonna sleep on a bank?! – I remain appauled!
When I have a baby, that baby spoiled.
Build for the storm like a Navy Seal, 2-11 Mercedes wheel.
Chill! – Image me without a record deal,
SouthSide on the fuckin’ map. – Lil’ nigga’s tuckin’ steel. – Still!

[Chorus]

LLOYD BANKS feat. Young Chris – City Of Sin

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
Hater close your eyes now, picture me rollin
My paper thick, my bitch is swollen
Not cuz I hit her, I mean she holdin’
Hit ‘em with this explosion
Lift her, slam her, I’m Hulk Hogan
Handing out all these headaches
Need a million ibuprofen
Blondy and brunette pokin’
A beetle and they can open
They weeded and might be holdin’
Don’t feel the a raft of the slum
Ain’t no jokes in this game
Fuck you laughing at son
The man that’s behind my cult
Been lifting up every tree
Thank heavens for my results
This is for heavy D
This is my brighter side, rocks get of the LAD
Carmelo to NYK, Blake Griffin to LAC
You niggas fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule
I tell your mama you ain’t shit, put the clip on YouTube
On that “Ravishing” Rick Rude, a pile of karats sick jewels
I’ve been sick since 16, they sleepin on they fools

[Hook]
Come around where we lay
You’ll see just what we say
We sin & we pray
And hope that shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab all the weed out the tray
Roll my troubles away
Smoking my troubles away
Out here, we die every day
It feels like violence the way
Them nigga hungry as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never mind what they say
Pop the fuckin rozay
And drink my troubles away
Drink my troubles away
(Drink my troubles away)

[Verse 2 - Young Chris]
I talk that shit, yes I do
You know my wrist is sky blue
Married the block said I do
Time to celebrate with my crew
Seven deep sort of cannon
It’s gotta take a part too
Yellow caution the block
Make sure they tape ‘em out too
Any dealings we making my niggas waiting out too
No ain’t no need for no rushing
Let’s count that paper out too
Chillin down in Miami, bitches fuck on the yacht
You niggas stalkin’ my instagram pictures up on the block
Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf
But if I hit ‘em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell
I’m a menace out here, I’m a product of blocks
And the hate don’t amount, I gets alot of that guap
Nice resort on the hills, quarter mill for the wheel
You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some sheild
I’m a problem I promise, vacate down in the Thomas
Smoking down in the islands my money growing, empower

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks)
I used to dream of these profits
Same time they feenin to cop it
My presence big as a building
I put your team in my pocket
I’ma bong your wife
She takes my semen and swap it
Them vixens come with a victor
I'm like a king on that topic
I do this everywhere
In/out the town, the P's and the tropics
We leave a mess and go
Chocolate and whip cream when I popped it
I stick my chest out to the rift
Soon as you catch up, they switch
Chrome and metal burn rubber
I wood grained decked up the 6
Fuck you hatin ass niggas
And you hatin ass hoes
We ain’t in the same bracket
So don't debate on our flows
‘Cause I’m so motherfucking high
I can touch the sky
You have just been outshined
By someone that doesn’t try
I’m getting red I ain’t got to lift a leg
Lift a thumb 20k in ones make the strippers beg
Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggas dead
Torn is for the lessons, count my blessings before I hit the bed

[Hook]

LLOYD BANKS – Jamie Foxx

[DJ Whoo Kid:]

[speaking: Jamie Foxx]
Yo, this is Jamie Foxx!
I’m still tryna get to Lloyd Bank$, and we can do this whole album and everything together, but
Anyway this is new… Exclusive!
Lloyd Bank$!
I ain’t on it, but it’s still hot!
Blast you, brother!
Put yo’ blunts down!
Let’s got tha hands clear!
Take a listen!

LLOYD BANKS – Can She Live?

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

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

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

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

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

LLOYD BANKS feat. Fabolous – Bring It Back

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

LLOYD BANKS – 70 Bars

[{DJ Whoo Kid}:]
{HOTROD! } [echoes]

[Intro:]
The name’s Bank$! (Uh!)
The “Boywonder” man… (uh-huh!)
Stack and a rubber band… (yeah!) {MO MONEY…}
Gat in the other hand! (yeah!) [gun cocks] {PART 4!}

[Verse:]
These lil’ niggas don’t move me – go watch a movie!
I’m too smooth – white Prada-shoes with the Dooey. (whooo!)
I spin ya fuckin’ neck when I speed the thru the ceilin’ is see-thru,
All you top billin’ off of me too. (ME TOO!)
You might as well give ya money to me shorty (uh!)
Can’t dance in the strip club when your 40. (hehehe!)
Come here! – I show you how to get it (uh!) if you with it (uh!)
If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top! (OOOOOOHH-AAAAAOOOOOOOH!) {Whooooooooo!}
With a bottle of Cris Lady you’ll be naked on the spot. (uh!) {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop. (uh-huh)
It won’t be gifts or vacation to the trops. (nah!)
This hard dick bubble gum – stake him in the pots! (uh!) {MY NAME IS FLOW!}
I got a brand new Semi out the box.
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in. (sneak in!)
You’ll be one eyed shorter {JUMP THAT! } from the slaughter (uh!) [gunshot]
And I’ll be on the Yacht round water out in Florida. (uh!) {DAMN! }
Fuck the talkin’, whassup? Ya Hammers in the truck [gun cocks] – you butt! So chill!
Or I’m a have to fuck – you up – for real. {HAHA! }
Crystal bottle in ya grill. I’ll. (iiiiiiill!)
You’ll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill. {Whoooooooo!}
They all know I’m a threat hoppin’ out the LAX
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet. (yeah!) {DAMN!}
Like Aaron and Brandy, Cary and Donna (uh-huh!)
Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her “Gabbana”. (uh-huh!) {Whoooooooooooooo!}
Light skinned heather I met her around the way, (uh-huh!)
And there’s a few names that I ain’t suppose to say. (wha’?)
So I’m a skip to J – cause Jasmine and Jeniffer
Jaw bone in Jessica come runs by the messenger. (whooooo-hooowhoooooo!) {SADA POP!}
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get ‘em down and they on under clothes (yeah!) – in them bundlelobes.
Nah, Homie! I don’t need an umbrella the car come with those. (thank you!)
And to get one of those (wha’?) – you’ll need 100 shows.
I’m all summer froze (froze…) – so the gun exposed. (exposed…)
I’ll gun butt ya fucker – here’s a bloody nose! [shot] {BIG LIP!}
Yeah! That was yo’ bitch; but the dummy chose! (chose!)
Yeah! I’m grimy as fuck you got to love it tho.
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what?
Take a picture write a book call: “Oprah Blow Up”!
You’ll find a icepick in a flow,
With a Coke colored Coupe white whip in the snow. (g’eah!)
Me and the bread bandin’ like a pimp and a hoe,
Like smoker or the pipe {Whoooooooooooooo} like the Coke on the phypes. [sniffle] {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! } I don’t continue nothin’ I’m the stroker her on the night, (uh!)
On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin’ off the mic.
Like: “Bank$, {DAMN! } I don’t usually do! (wha’?) – Well they usually do! ” (yeah!)
And they’ll all learn to like it you get used to it too.
Niggas stand at my chain cause it use to be blue. (uh!)
But I AIN’T CHANGED LIKE YOU, [gun cocks] Deuce Deuce in his shoe. (YEAH!) {“ROTTEN APPLE”!}
I’m on Kush Cranberry Juice goose and I’m thru. (YEAH!)
Then it’s back to the mansion to do what I do. (uh-huh!)
I’m back nigga! – This is “Part 2! ”
“The Hunger For “Mo” Money” I’m right at ya door dummy. [gunshot]
Koosh pops bottles up! – Nigga I’m by the buck!
Don’t look at the Ferrari – you can’t even buy the truck! {Whoooooooo!}
Ya boy fresh out da hood and he hot as fuck! (yeah!)
On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya Ricatta tucked. (tucked…)
They on that plottin’ shit, (shit!) right in the lobby shit,
Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit. {GOD-… !} [gunshot] {DAMN!}
Family members identified in a body shit, (that’s it!)
Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit. (whoo! whoo!)
I’m in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip {Whoooooooooooooooooooo!}
Concrete colored McLaren – it’s a hobby shit! [echoes]

LLOYD BANKS feat. Jadakiss – Chosen Few

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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