Lloyd Banks

[! M@ro@mD !]

 

Ain't No Click

 

 

 

[Tony Yayo]

Yee nigga

###### back hunger for more

Tony's home

Yo Banks I told these niggas man

[Lloyd Banks]

Yall done ###### up now

Yee!

Yeeeeee!

[Tony Yayo]

Here We go

 

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

 

Aint no click like the one I'm with

If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this ###### (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down)

We gettin dough everywhere we go

And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this ###### (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from sit down

 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

 

By now I know you done seen me

On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV

I skeet babies on your breezy

and I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me

Leaves me and its bye bye gone

We got guns like Pop-eye arms

I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin

cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson

n I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike

admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight

so its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches

I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us

They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras

I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada

Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers

 

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

 

Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em

I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom

Go ahead try n do me harm soldier

you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower

And I'll be ###### if I co-sign a old snitch

that was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish

I'm the name they all screamin on the street

for bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat

I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps

schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep

Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra

From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous

I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe

Dumps like ###### in my video

 

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

 

Aint no click like the one I'm with

If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this ###### (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down)

We gettin dough everywhere we go

And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this ###### (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from sit down

 

[Verse 3: Tony Yayo]

 

(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)

 

Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

my clique eat like the 12 holy apostles

And bust down models in flushed out tahoes

jewels froze look like we hit the lotto

P89, my clique filled wit hollows

stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles

Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow

cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos

That Eminem money got cash in my eskro

screws Mcduck say swimmin in my cash flow

Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow

best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go

think like castro, Games in the lasso

dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro

God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Tony Yayo]

 

We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!

Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!

Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!

We Back Nigga!

50 The General!

Young Dezzy Buck!

Game!

The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!

Hunger For More!

Rida Music Nigga!

This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!

Uh Huh!

This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)

[! M@ro@mD !]

Playboy

 

 

(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

 

[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please

Is y’all ready, is y’all ready

For the main event, ######

Lloyd Banks

 

[Verse 1]

 

Guess who’s the man that’s real straight out the land of sinners

The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist

Roll with the ###### winners or you and your man’s finished

You and your Rams fitted turn off the light switch

Holdin’ my torch down even when the force ‘round

You let your wife roll she want a divorce now

You niggas ain’t this gully playas’ll paint ya skully

You’ll never take this from me

The riders and the gangstas with me

([Whoo Kid:] God ######)

You shouldn’t be a problem I ain’t be a problem

See ya later, I read ya head you be a Rodman (What)

I know ya type, hoppin all over the beat screamin’

You call it hypin’ yaself up I call it street dreamin’

I do it for all of the haters the playas ball with the gators

They lookin’ forward to favors gossip is all they gave us

You niggas wasn’t quiet, meet the whales and fishes (Whoo)

You lit the precinct up playin’ tattle tale with the snitches

Even my momma knows I got all kind of hoes

They wait outside the show stripped after the diner closed

I’ll be designer clothes without the winer woes

Take off my baby blue mink and Carolina bowls

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer’s closet

I never trust a ######, I blame Lorainna Bobbit

Niggas stay and pocket

I know you’re made at me but ###### ain’t all peaches and cream

And I ain’t Sara Lee ###### (C’mon)

 

[Chorus]

Don’t ice me

You starin’ at the wrong one

There’s a lot of girls here

Go and get up on one (What)

We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone

If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us

You gon’ walk home (Whoo)

Go somewhere else where

They know how we ride

If you a playboy, you got one on each side

Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

 

(What)

Ride

(What)

Ride

(What)

Ride

(God ###### Let’s Go)

 

[Verse 2]

 

I do this for the hood, niggas stuck in the slammer

I smile cuz I’m good, you act tough for the camera (Whoo)

Learn from the hood kids, they ain’t ######’ wit Santa

Cuz they like Tupac more, (Word) Word to my grandma

I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn

Cuz they’ll take you to jail even when you not wrong

Dog your not this flashy, dogs you got to blast me

Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me (Whoo)

You shouldn’t want to fight, unless you wanna fight

Free you life in a high school a hundred nights

I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin’

You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin’

I’m on the beach in Miami, cellular reachin’ my family

All the weekend in panties from Puerto Rican canny

You niggas wasn’t tough, I should’ve snapped some pics

You wear ya pants tight, play pitty pat wit the chicks (######)

Even my father knows where the revolver goes

I bring the beef to ya front door like Dominoes

And my diamonds froze that means my time froze

Be in the club from when it’s poppin’ ‘til the time it close (What)

Half of these so-called real niggas’ll probably sing

Naw I ain’t pullin’ over, learned that from Rodney King

So tell ya homey chill you know I hold the steel

Everything from jabs to hooks and you ain’t Holyfield, nigga (######)

 

[Chorus]

Don’t ice me

You starin’ at the wrong one (Whoo)

There’s a lot of girls here

Go and get up on one

We at the bar poppin’ bottles ‘til they all gone

If you ain’t leavin’ here wit us

You gon’ walk home

Go somewhere else where

They know how we ride

If you a playboy, you got one on each side

Keep your mouth closed, we don’t let the beef ride

 

Everybody on the left get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)

Everybody on the right get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)

Everybody up front get yo hands up (Get ya hands up)

And everybody out back get yo hands up (What)

And if you in here wit a strap get yo hands up (What)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

What, man ###### what he said

Man put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Now put ‘em up (Put ‘em up)

Ohhhhhhhh

([Lloyd Banks] what Whoo Kid)

[! M@ro@mD !]

Warrior

 

 

 

(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!)

 

I'm a warrior!

Aw man I never run never snitch

I'm a grown man dog I ain't no ###### (A warrior!)

Don't change cause he's rich

Before I ###### on my family I lie in a ditch

Don't fold under pressure

You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)

I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta

React and think about it after

 

Uh, You heard right ######

My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker

Heart full of pride and a head full of anger

Attitude of a winner infared for the danger

Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya

Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger

I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes

Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states

Tune into BET and watchin your video

Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so

If that's your man warn him

'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him

Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing

You ain't ready for the war I bring

You ain't gonna do a ###### thing

And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

 

[Chorus]

Man I never run never snitch

I'm a grown man dog I ain't no ###### (A warrior!)

Don't change cause he's rich

Before I ###### on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)

Don't fold under pressure

You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)

I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta

React and think about it after

I'm a warrior!

 

###### hoe here I go again

The Double L O Y D

Here put on an I.V

Tryin ta try me

The new age I lead

The black C.I.G

Resides beside me

As smooth as an Isley

Sometimes I surprise me

Can't even ID

As low as my eyes be

I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth

The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house

Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood

I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood

That's a zipper that's sticky

California should whip me

I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)

Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing

You ain't ready for the war I bring

You ain't gonna do a ###### thing

And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

 

[Chorus]

Man I never run never snitch

I'm a grown man dog I ain't no ###### (A warrior!)

Don't change cause he's rich

Before I ###### on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)

Don't fold under pressure

You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)

I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta

React and think about it after

I'm a warrior!

[! M@ro@mD !]

On Fire

 

 

 

[Talking]

New York City

You are now rocking with the best

Lloyd Banks

G-Unit

 

[Chorus]

We on fire

Up in here, it's burning hot

We on fire

Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot

We on fire

Tear the roof off this ######, light the roof on fire

Nigga what you say

We get loose in this ######, light the roof on fire fire fire

 

[Verse 1]

Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna

26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer

This heat gon last for the whole summer

Running your ###### faster then the Road Runner

Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under

Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder

Im buying diamond by the pier

But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear

Yeah, im riding with that all black snub

Raiders cap back, all black gloves

Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs

These record sales equal more back rubs

Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs

His impacts about as raw as crack was

Now all these new artists getting raw deals

Im only 21, sitting on mills

 

[Chorus]

We on fire

Up in here, it's burning hot

We on fire

Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot

We on fire

Tear the roof off this ######, light the roof on fire

Nigga what you say

We get loose in this ######, light the roof on fire fire fire

 

[Verse 2]

If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller

If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her

Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter

But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her

And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her

Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her ??

I got a diamond about as clear as water

And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters

So cut the games ma, lets go in the back

Matter fact, turn your ###### round, back a nigga down

And I aint bias when im riding through the town

Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown

She gotta be able to ###### when I need her

Tight ###### pants, little wife beater

Regular chick or R&B diva

###### say something, I aint a mind reader

 

[Chorus]

We on fire

Up in here, it's burning hot

We on fire

Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot

We on fire

Tear the roof off this ######, light the roof on fire

Nigga what you say

We get loose in this ######, light the roof on fire fire fire

[! M@ro@mD !]

Can I Get High

 

(feat. 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg)

 

[Lloyd Banks]

I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here

But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your ###### hands on me

(Can I get high) - without you botherin me

Everybody you see in here tonight's

doin the same thing, so why you keep player hatin on me?

(Can I get high) - without you botherin me

[50] Ay, did you hit this ######?

 

[Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X]

That la lah-lah, I be smokin

Be gettin me right, I be loc'n

Them bullshit trees, you be rollin

barely gives you a buzz, me I get HIGH!

 

[Lloyd Banks]

I admit I got a problem, I keep comin back for these

doe-doe bags, and not your 'gnac or your sack of seeds

I chill, sit back on the sofa and relax my knees

And roll one up loose enough to make the backwards breathe

I blow a heavy load, you can subtract some G's

cause I'm a smoker, too much of this to choke ya

I don't mean to provoke ya, but I'm a bad influence

A musician can't operate without his instruments

My recent success rapidly got your ###### convinced

Haters mad they can't look inside cause I pitched the tints

I enter the club with baggies of that chocolate

The secondhand smoke'll make a nigga wanna start ######

Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went

Raise up a lighter and ###### up the whole apartment

It's just one of them things that I do with my spare time

My bad habits ain't private, so I'ma share mine

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Now they put they hands out, cause of the way ###### bend

So you niggaz ain't smokin if you don't chip in

Listen, I waited long for these rocks to glisten

From that one-room pad without a pot to ###### in

Overt betrayal is not forgiven, I do this

for my niggaz locked up that's comin home to lobster livin

Helpin the cop's forbidden, bout to buy momma her own mansion

Just so I can see her pop the ribbon

That Cali bud special, so special I held the blunt so long

Snoop had to tell me, "Pass the weed nephew!"

###### rap, I'm the wrong one to get ###### off

Cause the pump'll make you "Jump" like Kris Kross

My nigga dead and it's hard to let go

So I'm blowin on that wet doe, same color as Gecko

We follow hood codes and everybody in the set know

We gas 'em, ###### 'em and pass 'em, what you expect ho?

 

[Chorus]

 

[snoop Dogg]

Say 'gain won't you blow it with the best of them

Yes yes I blessted them, blazed up the purple palm trees

I told dem don't mess wit dem, I hold dem no testament

Do you want to smoke wit me?

Weed rollin, G-strollin, bad-mouthin muh'######

Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the ###### of it

Hip-Hoppin, ziplockin, riprockin gangbanger

"Thought you was an actor," thought I was a singer

Thought about ridin if you say you wanna hang tough

D.P.G. unit sounds like danger

You might wanna manage your anger

Hang with us and stop smokin on the same stuff

Now lay back on the law

This new weed that I got I call it face off

Cause it'll blow your face off and that's a figure of speech

My niggaz a beast, on me, from the West to the East, preach!

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

I'm So Fly

 

 

 

Yee!

Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga [laughs]

Yee!

[Chorus]

 

I’m So Fly…

An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy

I’m So High…

An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye

When I Ride By…

An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year

Nigga Im So Fly…

An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….

 

[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]

 

Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)

To smooth to stutta (stutta)

His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)

Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her

Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna

My ###### lays it out real nice for me to murda

Fight, wake up n’ ###### like Ike n’ Tina Turner

It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb

Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head

Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed

###### a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head

And where the block im from niggas be ###### near 40 and still tuckin

And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still ######

It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow

Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow

The chronic is blown

For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

 

Don’t confuse me with these suckas

Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka

Thank god for given Banks the gift

You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief

Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us

Believe that cause I aint scared of ###### but jesus

Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles

Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles

Ya boys corrupt kid

Banks will send a ###### to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did

You jokes cant afford these homes

Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones

And that’s only in the necklace

I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus

Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought

Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

 

When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck

Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin ###### up

I got the patience of a high school teacher

And a bright future, why the ###### would I have a bomb on my sneaker

Will the goody girls back of us

My hearts colder than jack frost is

We pack shows and attract bosses

Black clothes and my black forces

A black rose for a rats coffin

Blowin O’s in that black coffin

Blowin the road and im back flossin

No one knows how much that’s costin

###### ###### only the green moves me

I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie

So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly

Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy

My name ring each state

So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Work Magic

 

 

 

(feat. Young Buck)

 

I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)

I come from the heart of southside (yea)

Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)

I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)

Pop ###### and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)

 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

 

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll

Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same ###### they peal a potato (whoo)

I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)

You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)

Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em

Were respected highly

'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)

Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)

If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)

As soon as you aint around jake (jake)

You getcha ###### whipped for chips

Now thats the real definition of poundcake

I got the crownsnake

And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake

I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)

Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays

 

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]

 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)

I'm headin for the top and im almost there

Oh yeeuh this shiny ###### right here

Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin for the top and im almost there

Oh yeeuh this shiny ###### right here

Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

 

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

 

You know how i gets down

This pound hold six rounds

I told you i'd be back ######

Talk that ###### now

You hear that fo fif [.45] sound

Duck when i spit rounds

'cause this aint beverly hills

You in the bricks now

We aint got ###### down here but dope and guns for sell

You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell

Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail

We on that ###### the police ######

We livin in hell

You betta guard yo grill homey

And stand yo ground

These bullets burn

They hit whoevers standin around

I never learn even after i took a couple shots

I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks

Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks

Once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)

If its beef then im ready to ride

Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (######)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

 

Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5

You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my ###### name

Whether the truck or train

My minds stuck on the grind

'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came

Yeahh aint talkin ######

But we can all tell he ######

Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)

You gotta blast me yo (yo)

'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner with a raspy flow

Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe

My heart laughin a small

Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball

Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you

I got the hood on my shoulda

Chain big as a boulder

The 357 tucka

######

 

[Chorus]

 

Yeeuhh [laughs]

Muthafucka

Im here.. yeeuh

Lloyd banks

G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!

Money by any means...nigga

[! M@ro@mD !]

If You So Gangsta

 

 

 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

 

Around here them boys, 'dem don’t play (uh)

You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day

I give 2 ###### by what a bird say (uh)

Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)

Ims Raps Lebron Tef Long John (uh)

Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)

By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)

Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)

Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)

Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn

I never thought I’d sweat so long (uh)

And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)

Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)

Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)

Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka

Do you know who shot ya? ###### GET THE DOCTA!

 

[Chorus]

 

If You So Gangsta…

Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club

If You So Gangsta…

Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug

If You So Gangsta…

Then how come every time you get into beef you tell

If You So Gangsta…

Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?

 

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

 

Now every now and then a new kid got away

Yeah, but unfortunally for you I’m him (sorry)

In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end

Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim

Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)

We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)

Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell

I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)

Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans

Let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands

Them gem stars leave ya face all fat

So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)

Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)

So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back

And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)

And I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

 

It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go

It’s a ###### sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my ###### (######)

Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya ###### wit (uh)

They’ll run up on ya ###### , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)

I got money bags big as a bump can get

And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)

I ain’t the type that’s desperate

I’m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N’ Beffet

My down ###### holds the metal

She got a coke bottle figure and an ###### that shake like a bowl of jello

You ain’t even almost rich

They ###### yo ###### like the models in my ###### flicks (broke nigga)

Therefore you can’t afford no six

So before you hop your ###### on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)

Banks don’t house warm not ######

So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Warrior (Part 2)

 

 

 

(feat. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)

 

[intro - Eminem]

Remix [echoes]

Lloyd Banks! [echoes]

Ha ha! [echoes]

 

[Verse 1 - Eminem]

It's like a throne that he dont even own

He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around

It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing

He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry

He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport

Runnin suckaz with the competition round the court

He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it

And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it

You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short

But you cant ###### with his last joint or the one before it

And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys

And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it

 

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It

Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise

It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid

Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz

Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane

Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang

Dont Give a ###### About You Suckas Gotta Maintain

Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

 

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]

He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate

They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate

Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate

And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate

House with just a bigger gate , houndin him was a big mistake

He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break

Cuz he horrendous when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand

So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan

Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name

When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game

And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them

G Unit records aint no ###### stoppin them

 

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It

Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise

It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid

Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz

Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane

Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang

Dont Give a ###### About You Suckas Gotta Maintain

Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

 

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]

These niggaz got A Lot of Nothin

So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe em somethin

They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to ###### em

Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin

He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, ###### em

He dont care how they feel theyre makin em love em

He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin

He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz buggin

He pull a clip everything Niggaz try to buck him

Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em

Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him

Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin

 

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It

Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise

It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid

Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Don't Need My Boyz

Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane

Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang

Dont Give a ###### About You Suckas Gotta Maintain

Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

 

[Nate Dogg]

I can give you somethin' you can talk about

I can turn this smile upside down

You ain't no G-Unit ######' clown

I can take your girl until I turn her out

The bootey layed all out

I can give you ######' somethin' to be mad about

And buy her rings and I back out

With my DNA all in her mouth

[! M@ro@mD !]

Karma

 

 

 

[Chorus]

I am forewarn you tonite

First time for everytime i try

But im alright

I may just swallow my pride

N just put all the bullshit to the side

If u ready to ride

Im down for a one night stand

Gotta accept it any way that i can

Cuz i aint yo man

I try for whatever its worth

Just remember who played who first

 

[Lloyd Banks]

I cant keep my eyes off ya

I can tell why them other guys lost ya

The kinds red an a flying saucer

Thats what i can offer

Simalarities and characters

Havnt ya heard the word around town

How i get down?

They all whistle

Everybody part official

An that ###### was you

Got my ###### hard as a missle

Dont hop on top

Cuz i ride around with a pistle

N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue

If you was mine id introduce u to momma girl

Your styling your moves n your nirvana

Im so used to ur prada

Taking trips to houston its hotta

Throwing that Al Green n using that impala

Lay my jewels on my collar

Ya had me feeling like a fool when i holla'd

Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother

But i aint either

Soon as i realize that i aint either

She in a rush to get close to me but i aint eager

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Like i dont mean to bother you

But your sex appeal is remarkable

U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you

There aint no telling what kinda things that im'a start to do

If i get wrapped up on your ###### to fast

I can tell u feel the same cuz when i ask you laugh

So im'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math

I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath

But im buggin

Cuz i can see u right in the hood when i pass

Im never stapled cuz business is on my ######

But you can be the one i visit before i dash

An i admit i been the type to hit n split

But u can blame me for the females that i been getting with

Cuz

Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits

Till they're in deeper ###### n they learn how to be satisfied with the ###### an'

N if you aint worth it then thats all u get

I aint gonna blame you im gonna blame them tricks

Cuz

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lloyd Banks]

U seem like your attitude

Only appears when im mad at you

In several situations n that includes

When im gone to long ridin' thru them avenues

As soon as i get home this room is a scattered boos

U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed

N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me

My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat

Cuz i come from the hood where the hammers be

I move fast but at a switch pace

N i pop in a listerine strip before u get all up on a ###### face

Moving your body like this

Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris

I dont know noone hotter then twis

You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an

That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon

It comes naturally i dont bribe em

Its easy as... 1,2,3 n i slide em

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

When The Chips Are Down

 

 

 

[Lloyd Banks]

 

Yee! [laughs]

 

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

 

These niggas wanna see me

Cuz of the way I shine

But it aint that easy

To get mine

You get ya ###### laid down

 

[Voice in beat]

 

Down…

The paint is peelin’

Now…

When the chips are down

Down…

You gotta lose all feelin

Now…

Your head goes round n’ round

 

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

 

Funny how the world revolves around my click

Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have ###### (######)

Me and my right hand share the same outfit

Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)

It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick

For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, ###### (bap)

I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand

The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)

Let another nigga fill my spot

If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop

I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not

gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?

 

[Chorus x2]

 

[Verse 2: The Game]

 

Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah

I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix

I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience

So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift

Magazines wanna know where they ###### L.A. been

It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in

2001 I was playin my playstation

I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing

All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement

It was either that or the state pen

I woke up out of that coma

Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

 

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone

Papa left me all alone in the world to roam

But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone

A year past now, caw dead and L gone

And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click

So think about that before you make your songs ###### (######)

Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)

Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win

If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)

Every strip, block, and projects is on my side

I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)

Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo)… broke nigga

 

[Chorus x2]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Til The End

 

 

 

(feat. Nate Dogg)

 

Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke

It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke

Out of last night’s ###### the murder that she wrote

Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note

You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions

Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t

Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting

Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin

Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions

Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened

You look behind you when you turn the corna

Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya

N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head

Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed

The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya

But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya

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[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

###### a bill, ###### a ######, ###### a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

 

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

 

The smell of marijuana reeks off me

I raise hell before I speak softly

Caught in the mix

Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six

Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix

We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips

I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…######

Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me

Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady

A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately

N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)

When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas

Close enough to conflict or put this ###### behind us

ya baby boy made the big time

Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine

Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop

Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock

 

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

###### a bill, ###### a ######, ###### a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

 

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

 

I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky

I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why

There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye

The media ###### me up, right hookin my high

Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside

then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried

I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib

And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid

They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones

If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home

I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome

And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes

You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug

But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club

My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe

And if its only one ###### don’t even share a hoe

 

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)

###### a bill, ###### a ######, ###### a benz (my friend....whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)

One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)

Let’s toast till we die

Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

 

[After Chorus: Nate Dogg]

 

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)

Na na na

 

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)

Na na na

[! M@ro@mD !]

Die One Day

 

 

 

[VERSE 1]

 

(uh huh)

 

I keep my hip on pound

Cause chickens hectic in my town

Drag my family with me cause that’s how real niggas get down (gea)

If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around (gea)

Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)

If for that if you snap a finger and I’ll lay a nigga down (whoo)

It’s ###### up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)

A hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants

Till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)

A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids

Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don’t like surprises

When you hot as an oven they ain’t brace you with open arms

When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don’t need ya

Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia

Live my life principal driven never bite to have that feature (uh)

Never mind all the haters ######’em all let them die slow

All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)

 

[CHORUS x2]

 

Everybody gon’ die one day

Whether it’s natural cause it's a gunplay

But ###### with me you sliding down a one way

I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

 

[VERSE 2]

 

Don’t blame me

Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)

The game needed this

Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don’t feed a ######

Don’t need a ######

I stay there when I need a ######

You want a trick you need to switch

Cause I don’t think you could beat this ###### (whoa)

This is all I gotta have to blow

So whether it’s fast or slow

Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)

Pop the back

Pass the dro

Roll about a half an O

The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)

You gotta agree

These motherfuckas will probably find

Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me

We on top as far as I can see

And since the hood watching me

My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (######)

I’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)

I move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)

They show me love on my city

They ###### with me and I’m ###### with them

Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)

 

[CHORUS x2]

 

[Lloyd Banks]

 

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)

So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)

And make me result to violence (violence)

And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)

Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)

So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)

And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)

 

Yeee..

 

You gotta love it!

[! M@ro@mD !]

Southside Story

 

 

 

[intro]

Yea! Yea

I done learn from mistake from my men

Who’s not whose gone run?

Who’s not whose gone shoot if you shot?

Who gone hold they own who’s not

Who’s gone choose spots?

 

[Chorus]

In the streets of New York you can’t trust nobody

Ni99a will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty

When your Jaycobs freeze smokin’ weed is my hobby

You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body

 

[Verse 1]

When I was 10 years old I seen a ni99a take 3 in the head

Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed

I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead

The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead

The killer fled wit a f**kin 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 ear ringing should have been runnin'

I never thought I could be that sick

######! I was suppose to see that sh*t

That’s when I thought it was more than 3 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 ni99a rolled up and started clappin’

I can still hear em’ laughin’

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 2]

It was a regular day in Southside

Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden

Heads turnin somebody did somethin’

This ni99a name I forgot

F**k it he lived around the block

Regular getting money ni99a

But love to clown a lot

Walked across the park stuntin’ frontin’

Diamond in his hear 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 shorty couldn’t except it

Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second

He didn’t pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times

Stayed in the park wit a ni99a wit a mano nine

Then in no time older ni99a

From behind swung a baseball bat

Left his face all cracked told him take all that

Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown

Love to clown wit his stain on the ground

 

[Chorus]

 

[Verse 3]

And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky

California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit 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 it foots can kill

I’m from the ghetto boys

But I don’t know scarface

I’d push wit bill

My heart spills for the kids

That ain’t got nothing

They gotta steal and

For my cousin I lost

Leftover I still remember you

 

[Chorus]

[! M@ro@mD !]

Just Another Day

 

 

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Man what the ###### are you lookin for?

Can't a young nigga make money any more

Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store

Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor

Niggaz be on stage bendin over on tour

Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw

Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go

puttin ice on the ###### like she won the Superbowl

Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads

Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know

I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife

in the drawer but she a ###### good booster though

See I could ###### a supermodel with my {?} works

Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shirt

I got a year into the game

A 141 rocks layin on my chain, geah!

 

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Just another day, chillin in the hood

Just another day around the way

I'm tipsy off the Hennessy

We ridin round with the H-K, nigga we don't play

Just another day, chillin in the hood

Just another day around the way

We smoke a quarter pound a day

G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead

And I know, it's all over the way I see bread

Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said

'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head

The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through

Then follow, your ###### and whoever ran with you

And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols

Bleedin around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you

So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid

The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did

The O.G.'s tryin to hide they phony smilin

Reputation always arise in Coney Island

I'm at your local newsstand jerk

While the only XXL you been in as a shirt

And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T

God ###### it feels good to be me - nigga!

 

[Chorus]

 

[Lloyd Banks]

Now I'm goin, shoppin with a plastic card now

I'm growin, knockin international broads down

They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down

I'm holdin, a glock so don't even act that hard now

You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown

So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down

Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits, with the ###### judge

givin niggaz life like it's parkin tickets

Now I get to go to bed with a model

And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle

I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces

Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix

You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but

My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup

But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a ######

I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!

 

[Chorus]

 

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