LADY GAGA | Paparazzi lyrics

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We are the crowd, we're c-comin' out
Got my flash on, it's true
Need that picture of you
It so magical, we'd be so fantastical

Leather and jeans, garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us it don't have a price
Ready for those flashing light
'Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah, cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes

Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and we turn
My lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price, loving you is cherry pie
Cause you know that baby, I

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

Real good, we dance in the studio
Snap, snap to that shit on the radio
Don't stop for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun

I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me
Papa, paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar, you know that I'll be
Your papa, paparazzi

Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby, you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Ain't No Click

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[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 then sit (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
Bounce 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 then sit (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
Scrooge Mcduck stays 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 LYRICS | Playboy

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[DJ Whoo Kid:] Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1]

Guess who’s the man this winter straight out the land of sinners
The Range with hella spinners check out the white wrist
Roll with the damn 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 Damn)
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 bitch, I blame Lorainna Bobbit
Niggas stay and pocket
I know you’re made at me but shit ain’t all peaches and cream
And I ain’t Sara Lee bitch (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 someone 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 Damn 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 fuckin’ 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
For your life in the Hospital for 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 (Damn)
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 (Damn)

[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 someone 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 fuck 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)

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Warrior

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(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 bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit 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 motherfucker
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 goddamn 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 bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit 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!

Goddamn 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 goddamn 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 bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit 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!

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | On Fire

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[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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, 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 bitch 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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, 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 butter
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 ass 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 cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch 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 motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | I Get High

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[Lloyd Banks]
I know, I ain't supposed to smoke in here
But Mr. Bouncer Man, don't put your motherfuckin 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 shit?

[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 bitch 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 shit
Sometimes I think bout where the niggaz from the start went
Raise up a lighter and fuck 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 shit 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 piss 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!"
Fuck rap, I'm the wrong one to get pissed 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, fuck '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'fucker
Law breakin, pimp slappin niggaz for the fuck 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]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | I'm So Fly

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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 bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck 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
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
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 shit 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 bitch 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 shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck 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
Fuck ass 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]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Work Magic

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I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride, they gon' ride, we all gon' ride, (yeah)
I come from the heart of southside (yeah)
Holding it down for my niggas that died (yeah)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yeah)
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wide (yeah)

[Verse 1 (Lloyd Banks):]
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
I'll have niggas scrapping the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (who)
I thank the Lord for my blessings and I'm glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of Larry Davis (oh)
You don't wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
That's a 101 dogs and I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
Were respected highly
'cause you don't need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If I bring all my niggas I'll need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you ain't around Jake (Jake)
You get your ass whipped for chips
Now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when I'm shopping 'cause when the mall stampeding you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays (ha ha)
I'm a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays

[Chorus (Lloyd Banks):]
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear
Look at here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm heading for the top and I'm almost there
Oh yeah this shiny shit right here
I'll work magic and make you niggas disappear

[Verse 2 (Young Buck):]
You know how I gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that for fif [.45] sound
Duck when I spit rounds
'cause this ain't Beverly Hills
You in the bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get your head cracked and niggas don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We living in hell
You better guard your grill homey
And stand your ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoever's standing 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 that's when the trouble stops (boom)
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Casheville you can find me on the southside (motherfucker)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 (Lloyd Banks):]
Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fucking name
Whether the truck or train
My mind's stuck on the grind
'cause somewhere down the line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah ain't talking shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jabs will black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the Louisville will have your head looking like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinking they girlfriend's a nasty hoe
My heart laughing a small
Maybe it's 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproof's snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Motherfucker

[Chorus]

Yeah [laughs]
Motherfucker
I'm here.. yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Money by any means... nigga

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | If You So Gangsta

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[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 fucks 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? BITCH 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 bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’ll run up on ya ass , 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’ Bedford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain’t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probably suck four more dicks (hah)

[Chorus]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Warrior Pt. 2

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[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 circles with the competition on 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 fuck 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 I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck 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's a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remember 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 motherfuckin stoppin them

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon 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 Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man they can't made somethin outta nothin
So now niggaz from his hood act like we owe em somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to buck 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, fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz think he buggin'
He bullet proof everything Niggaz try to buck him
Keep 2 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 I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon 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 Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Karma

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[Chorus]
I am the one you denied
Pushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
Im down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cuz I aint yo man
I'll 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
Your kinds rarer than a flying saucer
And that's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
And that ass was you
Got my dick 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 you to momma girl
You're stylin' your boots and Gabana
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 ain't need her
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 I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cuz when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stabled cuz business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can't 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 shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you aint worth it then thats all you get
I aint gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricks
Cuz

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
When several situations occur and that includes
When I'm 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 you get all up on a bitch 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
It's easy as... 1, 2, 3 and I slide in

[Chorus]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | When The Chips Are Down

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[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 ass 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 shit (damn)
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, shit (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 fuck 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 dick (dick)
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]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Til The End

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Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night’s pussy 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

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck 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…shit
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 shit 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)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck 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 fuckin 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 bitch don’t even share a hoe

[Chorus: Ft. Nate Dogg]

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck 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

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Die One Day

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[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 fucked 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 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 that hand that feeds you (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck’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 fuckin 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 bitch
Don’t need a bitch
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don’t think you could beat this bitch (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 (damn)
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 fuckin with me and I’m fuckin 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!

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Southside Story

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[Intro]
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gone run and who's not?
Like who's 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
Nigga's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Loyalty comes free and 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 nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cause my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
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
Damn! 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 nigga 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 turning somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his ear 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 no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying 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
Slumped over the steering wheel

[Chorus]

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Just Another Day

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[Lloyd Banks]
Man what the fuck 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 fiancées bending 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 bitch 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 damn good booster though
See I could fuck 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 laying on my chain, geah!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chilling in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We riding round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chilling 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 ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleeding 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 trying to hide they phony smiling
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speaking of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm going, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growing, knocking international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holding, 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 little weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't trying to start my visits, with the fucking judge
giving 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 little charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!

[Chorus]

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LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | You Already Know

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[Lloyd Banks]
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[50 Cent:]
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga

[Lloyd Banks Chorus]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Get Low

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[Intro]
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!

[Verse]
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive

[Chorus]
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low, [echoes])

LLOYD BANKS LYRICS | Born Alone, Die Alone

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[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 LYRICS | Rotten Apple

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Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch
G-Unit

[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[Verse Banks]
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzla
The drama is a part of the story that ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and blackbags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killa he softer than chinchilla
And ima gt see a 4 door wheela
Matta fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Fourty eyes on the prize now im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rimz
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spinz
What a way to double up im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet i aint gotta check it in

[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop sumthin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now im floored d's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldnt flush im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
Im new york citys pharoe
Ill have u starin down the barrell
You got em good get em its cool hit em

[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck are you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it

[Prodigy Verse]
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool i brought the whole hood with me
We had a gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got david and jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood its PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and hav got this shit vice gripped

[50 chorus]
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you

[Banks bridge]
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it