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lloyd banks - i don t deserve you
[Intro: Jeremih]
OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OOOOHHHHH!!!!
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don?t let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don?t let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
?Cause I don?t deserve you (NO!)
I don?t wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don?t let me get in your way
(Get in your way)
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It ain?t even the puss I got you ma
It?s usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah you?re finger lickin fine
In due time I?m sure that I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knees ya
Need ya like you need me, and don?t mislead ya
Love?s free, but treat it wrong and pay the price
Get down on one knee, that bitch ?gon leave with half your life
Man believe me, I ain?t ?gon feed ya bad advice
Look it?s easy, so don?t forget to strap up tight
Ride, hide yourself as if I kept you so
I love you enough to let you go
Cause on the other hand I couldn?t take it
If I, put all I got in you and someone got you naked
You work hard for money but it?s harder when you make it
This chick?s comin fast, here?s your heart ?fore I break it
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don?t let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don?t let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
?Cause I don?t deserve you (NO!)
I don?t wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don?t let me get in your way
(Get in your way)
Yeah!
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, what type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down and wreck, ya life?s fucked up
I gotta shake you out my system cause with the fuckin and kissin
And all your emotions mixin puts me in a tough position
Baby what I am supposed to do?
I can?t control my actions when I?m close to you
We been away too long, girl we overdue
I guess the cake get enough, you wanna eat it too
See me and you, have a magnet in between, like it?s pullin me close
I?m like a addict for your scream, you?re fully loaded toast
A automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast
I got to have you like the green, your swagger?s more than most
I got a sex drive that won?t allow me to ?lax
Bring on the next five, look how they crowd on my lap
Booty breast thighs keep ya boy relapsin back
And you deserve way more than that, I?ll just fall back
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don?t let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don?t let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
?Cause I don?t deserve you (NO!)
I don?t wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don?t let me get in your way
(Get in your way)
[Outro: Jeremih]
I?ve been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya,
I don?t deserve ya
I?ve been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya,
I don?t deserve ya
I don?t deserve ya, I don?t deserve ya, I don?t deserve ya??..
lloyd banks - 99 lines
[Lloyd Banks:]
Aight nigga
Ya'll ain't safe
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
You'll never find another nigga with a flow like this
I got 99 lines to break a ho down with
A red beam in the club'll make the whole crowd shit
I got the grizzlys on me like Stronoun Swift
40 blue vest on me cause I took some once
Round here its like that even the shook ones dump
Bandana on my neck in case I do something dumb
Cause a motherfucker will tell the blue where I'm from
When I slide through the spot hos huggin' and stare
Rocks glare
Like I got a lightning bulb in my ear
I got a zip of that Gueedo bud
And the fifth that'll drop a mean old slug
Directly in ya sunroof you'll see no blood
Just a big bright light like you've been hit by Mike
If I see something I like
I'm a get about three
Cause if it ain't about money then it ain't about me
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Nigga you should move the way that we move
Keep ya pistol on you everywhere you ride
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me
Maybe you should roll the way that we roll
Keep ya gun on ya everywhere you go
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
These niggas all grown up and they still frontin'
Which means every nigga with a tear drop ain't kill something
The system in the trunk got the track and the grill thumpin'
Yayo on my right i'm in the back of the wheel stuntin'
Bitches know i'm only tryin to fuck and they still jumpin'
Niggas know I got the 40 on me and will dump 'em
I'm probably 'gon retire on pay day with two cribs
The same all from the Kay Slays and Whoo Kids
You wanna know I bring AKs where you live
One in ya stomach'll vacate a few ribs
Dog i'm focused so even if I slip off beat i'm right back on before ya notice
Niggas is broke
We pass 'em in the big body Rovers
Rap fiends my sixteens is Coke for ya noses
I don't argue with bitches that only adds me stress
I toss a bitch out the mansion like she Jazzy Jeff
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Maybe you should move the way that we move
Keep ya pistol on ya everywhere you ride
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me
Maybe you should roll the way that we roll
Keep ya gun on ya everywhere you go
The sooner you realize the sooner you'll see
You don't wanna bump into a nigga like me
lloyd banks - addicted
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah... G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Uh, Yeah, Ey, Ey...
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Man I think I'ma dig it
To to the life that I had, so I risk it
Runnin' the street with the heat more
Three deep in the SUV
The bigger you blow, the less you see
The more you hear, the real nigga lost his life right there
It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason his not here
(Yeah) So he came over somethin' that ain't his
That jeopardize the well being of him and his kids
That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib
Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
Or went and got a dirt with the worms
With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes
Know the names, cause we tattoo in the morn'
I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue
So front rap, we comin' at to you with a song
When you hear that, {*Reload*} pointed at you and your gone
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild] + (Lloyd Banks)
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
(Uh, Yeah, Ey...)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright
The drop is blue, and the watch is white, right
That's why they watchin' me
As far as I can see, it's all mockery
And I'm tryna' be all lockin me
Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me
It's pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me
Not internationally, they jockin' me
Cuz' my money green and blue like Monopoly
They all left a name all around the globe
Get still Southside, I was bought up by the curb
(Southside) And I was told, everything ain't gold
It's to the glitter, they had to drain the pain with the liquor
The world don't turn, unless the money move
The early bird get the worm, and the dummies lose (True)
You hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York, ey!
[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
{*fade 'til end*}
lloyd banks - ain t no click
[Tony Yayo]
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
[Lloyd Banks]
Yall done fucked 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 shit (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 shit (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 damn 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 ass 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 shit (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 shit (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 clip 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)
lloyd banks - all my time
*Lauryn Singing*
You can't run away...gonna find you
and take it slowly
You can't run away...gonna find you
and make you want me
Chorus
All my time it could be spent with you
So what you gonna do?
Make sure your game is true
See all my time it could be spent with you
So what you gonna do?
Make sure your game is true
*Rapping*
Well could it be that through these Cartiers I swear
their stares a specimen smooth as Sidney Poitier
Clean cut & dapper seems he's straight & narrow
Tingle in the bone marrow ???
but I ain't that aggressive instead I act suggestive
bat my eyelashes make smooth & subtle passes
timed perfectly with the classic under my dark glasses
[he must have put a spell on my mind]*sung overlapping*
amountin' all the words to do magic
with all due respect he approached it
and offered the roach clip as I respectfully declined to smoke it
[Nah nah I don't I don't do that] *spoken*
Broken the ice his demeanor was nice
he tried to freak it to my mental
[Ay yo it wasn't accidental]
Yo his talk was slick my resume is kinda thick
[So let's blow this scene girl and check this flick]
and show me why ?Paid alive? ain't ya average click
Recognize Paid Alive about to lock this shit
Chorus
Yeah yeah I know you got a car
but we should keep it in the lot
I got a urge to ride the train
let's do some walkin' in the rain
it sounds insane but meditative for the brain
plus I'd like to get to see if you as crazy as you claim.
[Paid Alive]
?? like Iceberg Slim in Donald Gowens
uncut it's all raw dog hit me off
Paid Alive baby girl on sand this connection
be hit through your burrow territorial section
True I come correct in all mine & denim
truck trues top kid really wear linens
No question I'll show you affection
as I proceed to lead ya direction
[Lauryn] *rapping*
Well these procedures that you agreed to
I'm gonna need to know a little more
about ya self & family [License]
well who's paid and who's live?
Where you live what you drive?
Ever did a homicide?
[I hope not] let our molecules collide
In time we'll tell if you can indoor with L
if you tryin to knock it down then I'm not that type of girl
my mind's a pearl and I done been around the world
but if you righteous I might just let you spend the night and...
Chorus
[Lauren] *sung parts*
*See all my tiiiime*...OK that's right what?
Nah ain't nobody about wastin' my time
Like *ye yeah ye yeah ye yeah ye yeah ye yeah ye yeah*
Show me why Paid Alive ain't ya average click
*See all my time...*
[ad libs]
lloyd banks - any girl
[Intro]
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like!
[Verse 1]
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla? of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ?em ?iz here
It don?t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I?m leavin outta? the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla? hollows
I don?t mind a petty stare
I don?t need a favor
Baby, I?m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta? the leer in Tanzania
You ain?t gettin? nuthin?
You ain?t gettin?money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned? dolla? billz, fifty dolla? billz, keep the 20?s
Dummy, I?ma? go-getta?, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn?t dig ya?self a chip
Dig ya?self a hole, told ?em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo?(et) till I?m sick
I?m rich!
[Chorus 1]
Ladies, they love me
They? eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Verse 2]
Uh
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya?ll
All a? ya?ll petty
Heavy metal hangin?
Chain danglin? on me while I?m boppin?
I can, see the whole crowd watchin? while we rockin?
Coppin?, bottle-poppin?
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
?LV?s and ?G??s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain?t yours
As far as flows, mine?s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb?ll quiet all the static
I gotta? habit
I?m fuckin? like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It?s on!
[Chorus 2]
Ladies, they love me
They? eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
[Bridge]
Go shawty
Lemme? see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit? yo? body
Baby this is yo? party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
[Chorus 3]
Ladies, they love me
They? eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ?em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna? put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl
Shawty won?t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!
lloyd banks - banks workout
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and berreta's
Yea faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yaself tryin to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You rattin on niggas is only gon' leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams wit reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the streetsweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We slidin through the ruckus, wit prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckas, cops followin to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know to watch botherin ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowin a 10 cuz Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed cuz my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move startin a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be puttin my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists gettin fucked like the gay rappa'
i go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gon' have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leavin wit cha nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for liftin chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcha
you better off wit ya stupid guys, lookin for a coupe to drive
you ain't gettin nuttin but ya french fries supersized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio layin my vocals
Nigga
[50 Cent]
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't goin nowhere
you gon' fuckin be there for the rest of yo muthafuckin life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you somethin.....
to encourage you, somethin positive
aight well I ain't gon' lie to you muthafucka, he ain't goin nowhere
get yaself a beer, get on the fuckin curve
fuckin dirtbag
lloyd banks - beamer benz or bentley
[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty bitch
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming dont affect me
[Lloyd Banks]
Im fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
more than 500 horses when I roll by
Im calm Im cool, everything brand new
I dont hand cuff you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
beat it I bet she let me
she been fiending since she met me
Im the coolest shit especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
this is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry Andretti-O Pirelli make a movie out the getty
where my ring and my confetti Im Kobe Bryant ready
pink Rose and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly
Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
ginsu or machete, way my pencil move is deadly
platinum band platinum bezzie
make a straight girl out of lezzie
magazine mac bezzie keep my windows like the prezzie
press a button than Im stuntin
my roof look like its duckin
meter go 2 hundred something
and my trunk do wonders bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will rachet out and stump him
dump him, nigga you better off dead, ya money red
[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
Im fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya bitch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
Im calm Im cool everything brand new
I dont handcuff you can get the whole damn crew
[Hook]
[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin I be movin
making movies Tom Cruisin
If its action than Im shootin
pockets fat, necks studded
boy my nick name should be Ruben
my Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
and he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
got a black chick that be boosting
got a white girl that be boothin
gotta watch her cause she use it
but she fuck me like she stupid
and she always ready to give me that becky
last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
hit the club, order bottles see them sparks in the sky
will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July
but if you pussys get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
we just bussin and we leaving like its nothin
if it aint the Gucci or the Louie than its Polo or its Rugby
and this bitch I brought with me she be baggin bitches for me
[Hook]
[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
and Kima like Christina
baby three dont make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
turn it over scream her
than its one, two, and Im through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley.
[Hook]
by: V. Aragão
lloyd banks - bitches like you
bitches like you
bitches like you
bitches like you
See it's bitches like you
dat try to take my manhood.
It's bitches like you
dat make me no good.
It's bitches like you
dat make me go mad.
It's bitches like you
dat make me feel bad
It's bitches like you
lloyd banks - born alone die alone
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)
Verse-
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
a hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
a million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
you handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
all she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
stick the heaters through, so we can party good
rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
the Boywonder will unravel your team
i'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
the booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
you movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
i'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
i'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
you flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
Verse-
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
all i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
you fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
all i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
and i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!
Chorus-
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok
Outro-
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
G-UNit...!!!
lloyd banks - breathe freestyle
Your boy sick
So move or the germ might touch ya
I'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like Usher
When I teach you how to rap fam
I'm in that black van
Like Air Ones and Canaries the size of Pacman
Who gives a fuck if it's our brawl
Cuz my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawg
I'm on the verge of flippin
Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the board drippin
Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin
Ryu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em'
I'm added to society, mainly wit my system
Run and put em' in the truck, like a kidnapping victim
I'm papa so they pushin me harder
My associates got interior motives like wishin his father
I figure, I rather play wit these blades before i pass
Build a ballcourt, and go buy Bentleys to go to crash
I'm headed towards my prime
Wit metaphors and mines
And I compliment my momma wit pedacures and wind
I'm nine for nine, the rap Einstein
Pound for pound
I'm Tyson a.k.a Icyin
Message for the record
I ain't sleepin for a second
So even if i make it theres tool under the pillow
I'm brought up, to the V wit a poolish from the window
I'ma smoker, so the brokas won't leave us wit the Indo
I'm always wit a pair, before the crew looks for the bimbo
A dead meats in ur daughter
I'll fuck her and won't support her
I'm matching on the pedal
Smile from ear to ear
Middle finger in the air
Before I catch her eye
Keep rydin behind your tens fuck
Niggas don't know no Denim
They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup
They goin off of we say
Niggas is runnin off from my buzz, fatser than Jamaicans in the relay
I'm blowin the cush, driving lazy in the lane
Yelling money ain't a thang
Like Jay-Z and Jermaine
About 80 on the chain
Like Brady wit the aim
I'm the same
Whether the Mercedes or the train
And I may be on a plane
By the end of the night
But it's aight
Tho, I might throw
I'm rich off a Mic Hoe
My stamina's low
X-Rated is my type so
I keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might go
Living room, dining room, bedroom, bathroom
Upstairs, nuts smared all over your Sasoon
Ya on that fly shit
That Southside shit
Thet I'ma sit on these ten million before i die shit
I'm from the block where the heafers be
To doing shows out in Pinkston when they rocking where your peppers see
And being gangsta ain't enough
A lil' nigga that's stuntin will put a killa in a box like Chuck
CHEAH!
lloyd banks - cake
[Intro: Lloyd Banks] (R&B Sample)
(Money, money, money, money, Cake!) I need the cake nigga!
Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] (*R&B Sample)
The unit don't play (Uh Uh!) we rap but we strapped (Yep!)
Buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack (brrrappp!!!)
Spider got the sweeper and you dyin to hear it clap (Uh huh)
You won't have another birthday (*Cake!) after that (WOO!)
Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act (Fuck!)
And I been gone all Winter, but now a nigga back to get the.
(*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)
And you motherfuckers lookin like steak (WOO!)
Food on the plate for the wolves follow rules
Don't get moved by the two's blood'll ooze on your shoes
Wait (uh huh) Control your hate, you ain't ridin' in them sixes (Why/)
Cause you spendin all your (*Cake!) on them bitches (Uh)
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas (uh huh)
Banks don't rap with a backpack i'm in it for the
(*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent] (*R&B Sample) (Lloyd Banks)
Ha Ha!!! You heard Banks say it so you know I got the mack
I pull or pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck It's goin down like that
I done been through every hood dead niggas don't rat
In the heart of a victim murder is monumental
I don't complicate shit kid I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout what I been through
Southside trauma, drama with the llamas
I conversate with killers It's usually about life
Politic with bonders It's usually about white
I'm the poster child for violence i'm the boy in the poster
When them shots start to ring out i'm the boy with the toaster
Yeah listen up kicko, I hustle, I get dough
You fuckin with a sicko, I spaz let a clip go
Cannon out the rental, beam to 'yo temple (*Money, money, money, money, cake!)
I squeeze blow your mental, all over your friends (WOO!)
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Me I'm from the street (Street) Where ain't nothin sweet (Sweet)
The home for the homi's there's a body every week (Week)
Now I don't hear the sirens but they probably on the creep (creep)
Plottin to pull me over plant the (*Cake!) in my jeep (WOO!)
So I be skippin cities seven states in a week (Yeah)
Can't a motherfucker breathe and tell me I can't eat
Show me the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)
Nigga slow down, pump ya brakes (Yeah!)
No mistakes cause the jakes run the plates
Then your headed upstate for rollin 'round with a steak (Uh Huh)
Niggas start up the beef and run straight to the cops (Uh Huh!)
You a bitch ass nigga, the cup (*Cake!) of the block (WOO!)
Any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
'Round here niggas get found upside down over the
(*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Money) Uh the (*Cake!)
WOO! OOOH!
lloyd banks - can t take my eyes off you
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
Please let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright,
I need you baby to warm the lonely night.
I love you baby. Trust in me when I say.
Oh pretty baby, don't let me down I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
And let me love you,
oh baby let me love you,
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off of you.
I love baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm the lonely night.
I love you baby. Trust in me when I say
Oh pretty baby, don't let me down I pray.
Oh pretty baby, now that I found you, stay.
So let me love you baby , let me love you
lloyd banks - celebrity
[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete
I ain?t even home when they?re talking about me
Fuck out my ear if you talking about "free"
Nigga, free don't pay the bills
I'm ballin all-out, B
These rappers don't know me
Nah, I ain?t your homey
If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley, my Rolly
My Magnum, my phonie
South Jamaica shawty
These slugs I took in the gut, yo
The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind and whipping the truck low
You?re looking for trouble
I pop death
You?re looking to a sun dawg
If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drum roll
You know - wherever I go the gun go
[Hook - Akon]
We on the grind
All the time
Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine
To see the shine
I might let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper
Cause I?m a celebrity
Ghetto-celebrity
Ain't nothing changed nigga
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal
Wreck a booth up, I'm too tough
That inner-city grammar, step your jewels up
They bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera
Harsh reality's what pulls them
And holding them back from opening
Verbal attack all over these niggas
Push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they prey on
Spending half of they day on
Lay on niggas for days, the shots spray on
My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac
6 4 jumping like the ground too hot
They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks
Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't here
Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor
Green guap galore, in and out of new hall
That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash
I?m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Hook]
[Eminem]
There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar
And have it overflowing
So don't get me going: don't dare start
You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart
I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up
Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck
Tightly-wound as fuck
Till the Fire Marshalls come shut
Fire Marshall down and up
I suggest you better shut the fuck up
And stop fucking around and duck!
I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood
So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant
Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck
And blow on your dick cock. Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck?
It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut
With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled
Running through a house of mutts
In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up
And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt!
And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player
My farts may have gotten staler ever since
I became a trailer park celebrity
Maybe my complexion became a little paler
Poster child for white trash
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah
See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'mma rape her
All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler
So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up
I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press
But homie, I get the paper!
...fucking stupid
lloyd banks - change
Yeaaaa..uhhh
I like the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore i dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I sip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
And to the curtains close
its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Boyyyyyyyyyyyy
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