Lloyd Banks Album

f/ Tony Yayo

[Intro - Tony Yayo (Lloyd Banks)]
Yeah Nigga!
We fuckin back! Hunger for More!
Tony's Home!
Yo Banks I told these nigga's man
(Ya'll done fucked up now)

[Chorus - Lloyd Banks]
Aint No click like the one I'm wit'
If the drama gets thick, It's the guns I get (Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin' where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin' doh' everywhere we go
And it's killin' em' slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G-Unit nigga's is runnin' this shit (Now)
If you ain't reppin where you from-Sit Down!

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
By now I know you done seen me
On ya' stadium or TV, with 380 on the EV
I skeet babies on ya breezy
And I aint' stoppin', Only Jack the Jacob could freeze me
Squeeze me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Popeye's arm
I put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin'
'Cause there's one on all of mine, I'm the rap Phil Jackson
I built the rep for muder on every Who Kid
Kay Slay, and Big Mike, admit it the kid tight
And you aint' even put up a fight, so its back to the amateurs
Wrappin' ya' sandwiches, I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand wit' us
They hop in the van wit us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs, now I'm back tourin' Canada's
Amongst weed smokers and crap floor gamblers

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Make sure the birds don't get brought to him
I watched Kobe go from the Basketball Court to the courtroom
Go'head try to do my harm solider
And you'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I cosign a old snitch
That was gangbangin' when Jaws was a Goldfish
Ive been named New York's screamin' on the street
For bullying the baseline and leanin' on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creep
Schemin' on a freak, fan base leanin' on the jeep
They walkin' wit the fire
So if you say banks in ya verse, Then u better be talkin bout Tyra
From P.A. to L.A., Atlanta to Texas
Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass through the city slow, But hit the gas on a silly hoe
Bounce like ass in my video

[Chorus]

[Verse - Tony Yayo]
Aye yo
Uno, dos, tres, quatro'
My click eat like the Twelve Holy Apostles
We bust down models, and plush out Tahoe's
Jewels froze, look like we hit the Lotto
P89, My clip filled wit' hollows
Stunt in the club, get hit wit' yellow bottles
Don't speak ma if ya neck don't swallow
'Cause 50 push Bentley's and Dre push Diablo's
That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow
Screws ???? swimmin' in my Castro
Yay' rap is crack, and I got the best blow, best flow
Banks' put me in the booth, Let's Go
Think like Cestro, the games in a lasso
Jump in the Benz without snaps on the petro'
God gave me this flow, so I am special
In 16 bars nigga I'm finished, Faneeco!

[Chorus]

[Outro - Tony Yayo]
We told y'all motherfuckers man
Ya'll niggaz look like us, stunt like us, but y'all not us man!
Lloyd Banks, Hunger for More!
We back nigga!
50 the General!
Young Beezy Buck!
Game!
Rap game is ours nigga!
Hunger for More!
This is rider music nigga!
This for them gangstas, them generals, and them comrades!

(feat. DJ Whoo Kid)

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

(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

[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
New York City!
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks! G Unit!

[Chorus - 50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)
We on fire - up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
She'll take it off, if it get too hot
Up in this spot, we on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Naw 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, rose gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
I'm riding Dalvins by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention the boy pack clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
I'm only 21, sitting on mills

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller
If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her
I'm 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 abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter
So cut the games ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when I'm 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 ain't a mind reader

f/ 50 Cent, Snoop Dogg

[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!

[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
Aye yo 50
They don't do it like us nigga
Yeah!

[Chorus]
I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year
Nigga I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter
Too smooth to stutter
The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burner
But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder
We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner
Its a privilege to ride with a celeb'
'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head
Paranoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bed
Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' head
Where the block I'm from
Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking
And niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking
It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo
'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggaz that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't confuse me with the suckers
'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's”
Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker
Thank God for giving 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 freezes
Believe that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but Jesus
Look dog, I don't run with the poodles
Difference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles
Ya' boy is corrupt kid
Banks a send a bitch to the store
Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did
You chumps cant afford these homes
Look around I got forty clones
Now look down, that's forty stones
And that's only in the necklace
I'm bony and I'm wreck lace
It's Tony in a Lexus
I'm fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya' man thought
I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck
'Cause they harass us in the airport
Like I'm the one that's blowing shit up
I got the patience of a High School teacher
And a bright future
Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker?
All the goodie girls back off us
My hearts colder then Jack Frost's
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes with my black Forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
I'm blowing O's of that black coughing
Blow on the road then I'm back flossing
No one knows how much that's costing
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 you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly
Or get a little red splatter on ya' cream Coogi
My name ring each state
So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate

f/ Young Buck

[LB] I'm gon' ride! {*repeat 2X*}
[LB] They gon' ride!
[LB] We all gon' ride!

[Lloyd Banks]
I've come from the heart of South Side
Holdin it down for my niggaz that died
I gotta dizzy bird on my side
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
Baby that's right stay off the payroll
I have niggaz scrapin the skin off your face
with the same shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings, and I'm glad he gave us
The willpower, and the reflexes of Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin
That's a hundred and one dawgs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected highly
Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't around Jake, you get your ass whipped
for chips, now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crown snake, and you can tell when I'm shoppin
Cause when the mall stampedin you feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays
I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks - repeat 2X]
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top, and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
I work magic and make you niggaz dissapear

[Verse Two: 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 fo'-fifth 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 sale
You get your head cracked, then niggaz 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're livin in hell
You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground
These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin around
I never learned, 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
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Ca$hville, you can find me on the South Side
Motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]
Now I ain't from Michigan, but I'm in the Fab Five
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin name
Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind
Cussin without a line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah you talkin shit, but we can all tell he ass
Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
You gotta blast me yo, cause the Louisville'll
have your head lookin like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with the raspy flow
Got every boyfriend, thinkin they girlfriend's a nasty ho
My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's cause
my grandpop dropped, right after the ball
Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder
The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Geah, haha.. motherfucker! I'm here, yeah!
Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g

[Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, them don't play
You can hear the sound of gunspray e'ryday
I give two fucks bout what a bird say
Playboy Don do t'ings er' way
I'm rap's LeBron, Teflon Don
Baguettes on arm, the next Sean, John
By any means I protect my charm
Blade'll bubble you up, like Moet, Sean Don
I'm only calm, when I'm blowin that chron'
Gettin them flashbacks like baby hold onnnnn
I never thought I'd sweat so long
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song
Eyes wanderin off, breath all gone
Stomach all swoll up, neck all warm
Head still spinnin off that Seagram and vodka
And you know who shot ya, bitch get the doctor!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
(If you so gangsta)
Then why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
(And if you so gangsta)
Why you a grown man, still gettin your pockets dug
(If you so gangsta)
Then how come everytime you get into beef you tell
(And if you so gangsta)
Why niggaz know you for that in the street so well

[Lloyd Banks]
Now every now and then, a new kid gotta win
Yeah - but unfortunately for you, I'm him (I'm sorry!)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dot end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
While you cramped up, on your Jet Blue ride in
We air the G-4, let the crew dive in
Before Lloyd Banks tail pop on sale
I feed a nigga a shell like Taco Bell
I'm flyin out to Japan to attract new fans
Let 'em get to know the man with the tattooed fans
Them gem stars'll leave your face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap
I'm either gettin money out of state or off rap
So I'm tryin to figure out what made Ma$e fall back
And them niggaz in New York know the man is a monster
And I ain't from Atlanta but I A-Town stomp ya muh'fucker

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
It's like everywhere I look and, everywhere I go
It's a bitch sayin somethin slick, but you can suck my dick
I'm grade A nigga, you don't know who you fuckin with
They run up on your ass, you'll think you drunk your lip
Now I got money bags as big as a pumpkin get
And pistol as long as the hand Shaq dunkin with
I ain't the type that's desperate
I'm modelin diamonds now, you can call me +Icin+ Beckford (ow!)
My down bitch holds the metal, she got a Coke bottle figure
And a ass that's shaped like a bowl of Jell-o
You ain't even almost rich
They fuckin yo' ass, like the models in my porno flicks
Therefore you can't afford no 6
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed
Banks don't house, want no bitch, so if there's five of her
Then she probably gon' suck 4 more dicks

f/ 50 Cent, Eminem, Nate Dogg

[Intro: Eminem]
Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh
Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!!

[Verse 1: Eminem]
It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down give him a crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king but he don't do a thing
He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He don't want the room and he don't want the loot he's in it for the sport
Runnin circles 'round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin for it
And you can love and you can hate it but you can't ignore it, you can't be that
ignorant
But you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to 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 and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggaz hate
To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
There stomachs ache while he's loungin in the big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay, houses with a bigger
gate
Houndin him's a big mistake, he won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to
break
Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin hand
Till he was sittin on green like a Celtics fan
Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name
When you discussin the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em
G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stoppin them

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothin
So that nigga's from his hood act like he owes him somethin
They talk crazy till they send niggaz to where to buck him
Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say nah it's nothin
He was gonna help 'em out but since they funny fuck 'em
He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him
He held his own on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now he ain't change so niggaz think he buggin
He bulletproof everything cause niggaz try and buck him
Keeps two pistols I'll show you where he tuck 'em
Niggaz say they 'gon get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch you slippin then creepin he start bussin

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
This is the story of a warrior and now you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise
It ain't healthy to be makin niggaz paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys
I'm doin a hundred twenty in the fast lane
Kick back just relax let me do my thang
Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

[Outro: 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 and tu-turn her out
Don't hold it in let it all out
I can give you fuckers somethin to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out

[Chorus]
I am the one you denied
Brushed 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
The kinds red an a flying saucer
Thats what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
An 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
Your styling your moves n your nirvana
Im so used to ur prada
Taking trips to houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother
But I aint either
Soon as I realize that I aint either
She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Like I dont mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There aint no telling what kinda things that 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
Im never stapled 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 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
In several situations n 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
Its easy as... 1,2,3 n I slide em

[Chorus]

f/ The Game

[Intro: The Game]
These niggaz wanna see me, cause of the way I shine
But it ain't that easy, to get mine, you get your ass lay down

[Chorus]
The pain is peeling, when the chips are down
You gotta lose all feeling, your head goes round and round

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cause just a year ago, nigga ain't had shit
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fuels the fire that I ear to game outwit
It's amazing the way the boy came up so quick
But that platinum niggaz will blow your brain out, shit
I'm the new nigga that others can't stand
The rubber band man, be god damned if I can't
Let another nigga feel my spot
If I nigga steal for me, its still hot pop
I'm on my grind, so if you thought I chill I'm not
Won't stop letting the steering wheel peel the block

[Chorus 2X]

[Verse: The Game]
Banks, they think I'm Yayo's replacement
Nah, I ball it's the G-unit walking through the matrix
I'm signed to the doctor, and I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 cent, now I got a face-lift
Magazines wanna know, where the fuck L.A. been
Almost died in the same caught shit got grazed then
2001, I was playing my play station and
You heard 9 shots; I'm faced down with my heart pacing
All I could think about was had my guns and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up of the coma, police waiting for a statement

[Chorus 2X]
Pass the weed let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in a world of rome
But now I'm grown millionaires in my cell phone
A year past now god did, and L gone
And I'm sick boy, chopping with the wrong click
To think about that, before I let the song stick
Uh, who's a limp? Please don't get me confused with him
Cause I'm down to going all round lose or win
If I should die ride the jeep through the little bride
Every strip block the projects is on my side
A ghetto's gone by the hundred grand on my arm
Sick boxing never hundred grand on my charm, you broke nigga

{*alarm clock goes off, door opens, kids playing*}
{*sounds of traffic, gun being loaded, shots fired*}

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
Nobody there knew they would die before they woke
They 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 with intentions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked, thinkin bout who's your man or who isn't
Maybe it's necessary - maybe you're overreactin
Maybe your actual downfall is that ho that you're clappin
Maybe your pillow conversations been controllin the actions
Maybe your homey overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corner, cause death is promised
You done seen some niggaz go before ya, the threats are honest
And with that lingerin in the back of your head
You know it's possible that you won't make it back in your bed
The confusion and jealousy and dishonor'll spin ya
But then none come worse than when that gunpowder's in ya

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
If you my nigga, you my nigga til the end
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a Benz
Let's toast til we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da
If you my nigga, you my nigga til we go
One of the few I would take a bullet fo'
Let's toast til we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky - la da da

[verse Two: Lloyd Banks]
The smell of marijuana wreaks often
I raise hell 'fore I speak softly, quotin the Knicks
Put at least a hungred grand on one hand, bought him a 6
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man taught him to fix
We ain't never left the hood, so we camcorded the trips
I done watched the nigga go from BET to the Bricks, shit
The slanted eyes what the chocolate thai gave me
I'm a bachelor, nigga you ain't knockin my lady
A lot of these niggaz been jockin mine lately
And I hope you catch the long and that rock-a-bye baby
We two brothers, pitched outta different mommas
Close enough to conflict and put the shit behind us
Your baby boy meet the daytime
Oldest watchin and these niggaz tryin to get mine
Remember back then the lines in your flat top
Hopin your moms ain't the momma on crack rock

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]
Keep my, mind on my money, and my head to the sky
I never really smell 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
Niggaz hated on us 'fore the game took us inside
Then they opened they arms wide, took the whoopin and cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin on the wall of my crib
And handsome's one of the things they been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all the VS stones
If you ain't tryin to get it poppin, leave the BS home
I got a saditty broad that gives the best dome
And I'm 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 I'm gettin money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, you can't compare the dough
And if it's only one bitch, then we gon' share the ho

[Chorus]

[Outro]
(If you my nigga you my nigga til the end.. my friend)
{*sounds of children playing*} la da da
(If you my nigga you my nigga til we go.. my niggarole)
.. la da da

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
I keep my hip on pound 'cause she gets hectic in my town
Drag my family with me 'cause that's how real niggaz get down
If it wasn't for 50 I probably wouldn't be around
Caught up in the temptations, sitting in jail or underground
And for that if you snap a finger I'll lay a nigga down
Its fucked up when your only facial expression is a frown
A hood rat a put a future in a fools pants
Till she find out you cant buy furniture with food stamps
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Pray to God I get shot tomorrow 'cause I don't like surprises
When you hot as a oven, they embrace you with open arms
When you cold as a freezer, niggaz treat you like they don't need ya'
Some people call it they vapors, me I call it amnesia
Live my life principle driven, never bite the hand that feeds ya'
Never mind all the haters, fuck them all, let them die slow
All I need is my niggaz, money, liquor, and hydro
I know!

[Chorus - 2X]
Everybody gon' die one day
Whether its natural causes or gun play
But fucking with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't blame me, blame my mom and pop for breeding this
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks, a.k.a. Mr. I don't feed a bitch
Or need a bitch, I state it when I meet a bitch
If you wanna trick you need a switch
'Cause I don't trick Adidas bitch
This is all I got, I have to blow
So whether its fast or slow
Platinum flow is making it easy to kidnap a hoe
Pop the bag, pass the dro'
Blow about a half a O
Legit citizenship, my pimp is international
You gotta agree, these motherfuckers a probably have me Latin
Before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree
I'm the number one draft pick, none of y'all topping me
I move around with the plastic, you ain't dropping me
The show me love in my city
They fucking with me and I'm fucking with them
Nigga G-Unit till the end

[Chorus - 2X]

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Your six inches from a coffin
So I suggest you stop talking
And make me resort to violence
And You'll no longer be walking
Your six inches from a coffin
So I suggest you stop talking
And make me resort to violence, nigga

[Outro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I done learned from mistakes like who's my men, and who's not
Like who's gone run, but who's not
Like who's gone shoot if you shot
Who gone hold it and who's not
Who gone change spots

[Chorus]
In the streets of New York, you can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body
In the streets of New York, You can't trust nobody
Niggaz'll run up on you with a 12-guage shotty
Loyalty comes free, smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me, you gotta leave here with a body

[Verse 1]
When I was ten years old, I seen a nigga take three in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stayed awake, cause my nightmares was seein' 'em dead
Smelled the burnt tires peelin' after leavin' him lead
The killer fled, with a fuckin' laugh
My heart pumpin' on blast
I just started at him, slumped in the grass
Arms movin', fingers shakin', spittin' up blood
DNA mixed in the mud, another ditch to be dug
There I stood, stiffer than wood
See homey used to buy me candy
Now he's gone, who gone provide his family?
My earring, shoulda been runnin'
I never thought I'd be that sick
Damn, I wasn't 'posed to see that shit
That's when I thought
It was more than three shots
He coulda been waitin for me, maybe he circled around the block
I turned around at my pops, he like "what happened?"
This nigga rolled up and just started clappin'
I can still hear him laughin'
[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
It was a regular day in South Side, sprinklers and kids runnin'
All of a sudden, head's turnin', somebody did somethin'
This nigga named, I forgot, fuck it, he lived around the block
Regular gettin' money nigga, but loved to clown a lot
Walked across the park, stuntin', frontin'
Diamonds in his ear, diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind a shorty, grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away, so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected, shorty couldn't accept it
Called him a pussy, told him she'd be back in a second
But he din't pay her no mind
Called her a bitch about four times
Stayed in the park, wit' no niggaz wit' em and no nine
And them in no time, older nigga from behind
Swung a baseball bat, left his face all crack
Told him "take all that"
Hit him again, popped his chain wit' a frown
And left the clown, with a stain on the ground

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
All my days go by blowin' that sticky, icky
California made me picky
Chicken head tried to stick me wit' a hickey
If we, blow up quickly, stickly, somewhere tipsy
The location don't matter, I'm South Side until' they hit me
I'll be DEAD
If looks can kill, I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know Scarface, I push wit' bill
My heart spills
For the kids that ain't got nothin' ain't got it still
And for my, cousin I lost
Humped over the steerin' wheel

[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 be on stage bendin over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the 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 layin on my chain, geah!

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play

[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your ass and whoever ran with you
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleedin around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s tryin to hide they phony smilin
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm goin, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growin, knockin international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin, a glock so don't even act that hard now
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits, with the fuckin judge
givin niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!

[Chorus]

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