G-Unit Lyrics Request Thread !!!!!

[LangJayKevin]

Lil eazy E Ft Timbaland-I Got That

[P_Eastwood]

Fuck It..Imma Give It Another Shot

[AGENT OO]

req. lyrics to Bonus track on kanye west RAINING MEN Ft Lil Wayne

hahahaha hahahahaha

[P_Eastwood]

lmfao

[Mr 1 SHoT Deal]

Buggati

[DaT BoY FrOM 174]

Man..My Gun Go Off

[The Big Shaniel]

anyone gonna post that new j.t and 50 joint? sexy lady remix?

[d@_unit]

Mixtapes

Lloyd Banks - Mo Money In The Bank Pt. 4
Lloyd Banks - Mo Money In The Bank Pt. 5 (Gangreen Season Continues)

[DaDizzle]

How bout that "Put you hands up again" by Banks?

off the 134 all stars mixtape

[Avalanshe]

Drama ft. Lloyd, T.I., Willie The Kid - No More

[OneManArmy]

Originally Posted by skunkie

I Need :

Lloyd Banks ft Mobb Deep - Get Clapped
Lloyd Banks - Stranger
Lloyd Banks - Who Shot Ya Freestyle (From Lloyd Banks - Rookie Of The Year 2004)
Lloyd Banks - If You Aint Holdin
Lloyd Banks ft B.I.G & Tony Yayo - Aint No Fun (From Lloyd Banks - Rookie Of The Year 2004)
Lloyd Banks ft 50 Cent - Lay Ya Ass Out (bulletproof cap , i aint goin out like kennedy ... that shit!)
Lloyd Banks - Young Black And Gifted (from some Dinero shit... "You done fucked up now , made a big mistake , tryin to come at banks cause u couldnt make a mixtape , let the listeners decide who get on the charts , dont make me end your carrer before it even start ect...")
Lloyd Banks - Homicide (From DJ Whoo Kid G Unit Radio (Part 6) and Others)
Lloyd Banks - Take A Good Look ("See most niggas round her go in the pavement , thats why i smoke so much i dont know where the day went , they fascinated bout the way my show on the stage went , bitch im a perfect way to blow an engagement ect... hope u know what im talkin bout)

HOLLA BACK PLEASE......

I know it's late but here it is







Chorus

Nigga take a good look at this
Princess cuts on my neck and my wrist
Them other niggaz can't do it like this
I love my niggaz, I don't love no bitch
I get tha pussy everywhere I go
And every nigga around me got dough
Give me a box of cigars and hydro
G-UNIT-CLICK-YOU-KNOW!!

Ima show you niggaz how to leave an impression my flow is amazin'
Male chauviness this I belong with the cavemen
See most niggaz round' here go in the pavement
That's why I smoke so much I don't know where today went
They fascinated by the way my show on the stage went
Bitch I'm a perfect way to blow an engagement
To stop me you gotta put teams and bounties on me
My money long, I need machines to count it for me
I'm glad, they want us dead
But keep runnin' ya mouth and go home with more slices than a bag of Wonderbread
I'm America's nightmare: Young, black, and chipped up
Plannin' to put more than one platinum hit up
Standin around where tha bums at and gripped up
Layin in tha town where they pump crack and cripped up
See everybody knows you stole that tone
Sold a bunch a' records now you scared to go back home (OOHH!!)

Chorus

You know tha kid stay with his Nike's new, tha throwback is light blue
Came out around the time my grandmother graduated high school
Most these rap niggaz softer than Ja Rule
And they've been in and out as many walkmans as I do
Take time to figure out who's walkin' beside you
Cause dishonor can feel like a fork when inside you
You mad cause ya bitch like us
And all of my records get thumbs up like I'm ridin' by hitchikers
Stumblin' out the G4, cause that's how tha stars land
Shit I prolly been through more trees than Tarzan
On tha road, tha hoes take a look at tha cars and
It's back tha hotel: titties and bras man
Tha new "STRAP DON"
You might call me ignorant, but if you acow you belong in tha Phat Farm
When tha lights get bigger I act calm
Probably cause Im a light skinned nigga with black arms (FUCKA!!)

Chorus



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Young, Gifted, and Black


Guns dont mean nothing if you man don't aim
fame got hoes blowin me like Nintendo games
My debut is the end of ya reign
and once i really get in it, they wont even remember ya name
my dogs'll get a kick outta bending ya frame
lay you down by the bums at the end of the train
i'm like a locked-down pit, i'm hard to tame
stick any part of ya body and carve my name
i got ways to high cause i don't like playin
my bars'll get under ya skin like veins
if i punch you, cry and complain
you better finished what you started, nigga don't try to explain
i take the whole left of ya brain, as well as the right
and take flight and chase niggas hell in the night
even if she dead dumb, she can drain a wizard
cause a bitch aint gotta have a brain to give it

you know you don fucked up now, made a big mistake
tried to come at Banks cause you couldn't make a mixtape
let the listeners decide who get on the charts
dont make me end ya career before the shit even starts
oops!, too late, nigga i top anything you make
you hate, i got enough balls to battle two states
you niggas know you weak
and in order for us to see eye to eye, you gotta grow some feet
that's me behind them words you speak
rap's like musical chairs, and you dont deserve a seat
niggas i'm hot, you frigid
i've been doing this years but i never thought i'd battle a midget
you know where i'm from, pay me a visit
and we can do it for da digits
million dollars
in other words, holla
why you let ya niggas energize ya back
and give you da balls to go and remember my rap
if rap was track, we trail em by a thousand laps
i got the train and it run a hundred miles and back
you aint never been an allstar so stop saying it
run ya mouth about calicos, ya never sprayin it
Banks hate a fake chump
so tell them how you fucked up a pack and lay for eight months
when you wrote that, you musta been high off of eight blunts
whistle my name, you gonna hear ya face crunch
chump, i dont spit, i spray like shunks
and my whole team clap like niggas that cant dunk
out here all you see is crime all the time
i love smokin, thats why i buy it all the time
the money make hos lose they mind all the time
you look good today, bitch you aint a dime all the time
every hood got a nigga that be lying all the time
and a snotty nose nigga that be crying all the time
you aint got connects to make me shine all the time
what the fuck make you think i wanna rhyme all the time
i cant trust u if we didnt grew up together
whenever shit pop off, we show up together
buy out da club, get tore up together
and hit da afterparty, throw up together
you wanna battle, we gon put up da dough together
cause if a nigga blow, we gonna blow up together
i stack in da winter, floss in da summer
it's hot so the sleeves come off in da summer
you see me in da ??? in da summer
block parties and bar-b-Q in da summer
niggas get beat up and bruised in da summer
it's 2000, you need tools for da summer
i'm a nigga that had to go to school for da summer
only fuck with fam, that's the rule for da summer
muthafucka, muthafucka

[shady713]

plz im lookin for i like to fuck lyric of hot rod

[Young Season]

Originally Posted by MAKAV3LI12

can u get......
young buck & d-tay
Back On Up

Young Buck & D Tay


Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move

Gold Teeth And Swisher Sweets
Im Cock Deep In The Seats
D*** Near Sleep
Tearin Up The Streets
Hand On My Heat
Swirving While Im Workin The Wood Wheel
Whatever City Im In
I Found Out Where The Hood Is
Now I Wanna see You Just March
Step Now Bounce
It Dont Matter Where You From
Just Show Em What You Bout
Bout The Cris Pour It Out
They Gonna Think We Showing Out
And Try To Throw Us Out
But We Aint Goin Out Without A RUMBLE !!
You Know How Them Thugs Be
Drunk Off The Bubbly
Trust Me The Ice
Will Have YOur Wife Come Hug Me
Lets Take It To The Floor
Let Em Know
Know Throw Them Bows (Whoa)
Back On Up And Give Me Room
That Mean Dont Get To Close
Throw Your Neighborhood Up
And Push The Haters Out The Door
shake You Booty In THat Gucci Girl
Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce
Drop It To The Ground
Pick It Up And Make It Twirk
Lift Your Skirt
Put In Work Girl
Twirk Twirk Twirk Twirk !!

Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now

Back On Up
And Give Us Our Space
We Keepin These Haters Up Out of Face
You Could Have Homegirl
She Aint Even Our Taste
D Tay And Young Buck We Run This Place
Nashville , Hashville
These Boys Here They Supercold
Them Same Boys That Last year
Took Ya'll To The Superbowl
We Grilled Out
And Thuggin Wit It
Dirty South And Rugged Wit It
In The Club We Bubblin Wit It
Them Same Boys Gettin Strucken Wit It
Hustlin Wit It
Let Em Know We Southern
but We Still Can Flow
Just BeCuz We Sound Country
Aint Gonna Stop That Money Flow
Money Go , Money Come
Its Over When that Money That Done
So Back On Up And Give Us Room
And Move When These Boys Come
These Boys Done
Hit It Now
Haters Bout To Get It Now
Aint No Stoppin What We Droppin
Bout To Get It Hoppin Now
Poppin Now
How You Love That (WHAT)
Love This
Do Somethin Contradictin
Bumpin Thugs Throwing Fits
Gettin Fixed Keep The Crowd Movin
While We Gettin Lit
So Back On Up And Give Me Room
Before You get These Boys Pissed

Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now

I Gotta Go
Oh Its On Now
Take Me To The Bar
Before We Leave
Ya'll Gonna Have To Take A Playa To His Car
Bring The Trees
And Get Security Partner
Tuck It In Your Sock
Or Its Already Bad Enough
That You can Bring Ya Glock
Gangstas Throwing Up They Block
Freaks Showin Us That (WHat)
While Im Crossin Off My Rocks
Let That Champagne Just Pop
Dont Stop Keep It Coming
Have The Bartender Just Runnin
Back In Forth Till He Say
Young Buck Theirs No More !!
We Dont Hit The Dance Floor
We Be Ducked Off In The Back
If These Haters Want War
We Done Snucked In The Straps
Tryin To Get This Here Cloudy Playa
Roll Up At Saks
Since These Boys Gettin Rowdy
We Gonna Face Them BaCC To BaCC
Watch Em Start Chasing That
And Them Stickies That We Got Is
Southside In This Thang Here
What What What What !!
We Gonna Keep It Crunk
Up Into The Break Of Dawn
Aint Nobody Got no Jobs
Proablly Till You See The Sun
Im Gonna Finish Blowin One Boy
Before We Hit The Exit
Like Whenever Im Wit Bun
Puttin It Down In Texas
With These Thugs In The CLub
Aint Nobody Restless
Playas Flashin They Dubz
Showin Off They Necklace
You Betta

Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Move Move Move
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
The World About To Feel A BOOM
Comin This Year Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Back On Up And Give Me Room
Move Cause We Here Now

[Young Season]

Originally Posted by Mode

can any one tell me what is the chorus of lose my mind ((YOUNG BUCK))

Lose My Mind - Young Buck


Yeah man..
It's like i done been through so much man and i done seen so much shit out here man..
All this material shit man this shit don't mean shit to me man..
Y'know..
It's like i done did so much man i ain't got shit to show for it man..
Man fuck the world man..
Nah Buck The World.. yeah buck the world.. haha i like that..

YEEAAHHH...!!
YEEAAHHH...!!

Verse-
Everybody try to Kill Me i don't have no friends
i'm by myself in this motherfuckin' Benz
don't you test me, nuthin's goin' right
and yeah i wanna fight so i'm jumpin' in the night
you gon' respect me, i don't wanna talk
my nerves bad and i'm havin' suicidal thoughts
come on and watch me, i can feel the heat
whoever in here scared i can hear their heart beat
it ain't no stoppin' me, i'm outta control
like a nigga locked up that jus' got outta the hole
what they do to me, put me in this game
give me all this fame and expect on me to change

Chorus-

Verse-
I am not goin' to jail, we gon' smoke our weed
we don't no help, you don't wanna fuck with me
i do my time, y'all won't get enough
i'm from the neighbourhood where we throw the first punch
get out my way, i had a bad day
my brother wouldn't have died if i had my AK
y'all done feel me, i am on the edge
so what i woke up, on the wrong side of my bed
you don't love me, you just like my car
and if i ever went broke, you'll find another star
don't you touch me, i don't need a wife
i love my lil' girl but my momma need a life

Chorus-

Outro-
YEEAAHHH...!!
YEEAAHHH...!!
YEEAAHHH...!!
You motherfuckers don't know me.. YEEAAHHH

[Young Season]

Originally Posted by P-Unit Soulja

Lloyd Banks- His whole rotten apple cd lyrics and i will rep

Lloyd Banks (Is Not Whole Cd)

[Lloyd Banks]
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah yeah, they know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
I ain't your friend boy, I'll fuck your wife man
Look at my left, now look at my right hand
Every time I move it looks like a strike of lightning
My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo
There's white rocks on my neck, and my wrist's blue
So don't trip, cause you know I got my pistol
You'll be surprised of the doors that it gets through

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, Louie introduced me to jewelry, now I'm lovin it
Tell Jacob the shinin's so good, them hoes love the shit
Diamond after diamond, and I climbed up out the bottom
So holla if it's a problem, I got 'em just like you got 'em
I'm stylin; they grillin cause my whip can buy a skyscraper
Roll down the windows stick my hand out, "Hi hater!"
I'm on my way to L.A., I'll see you guys later
You'll be here when I get back; ain't got no time to drink that
Now all I do is sit back, hop on the plane and sip 'gnac
Hop in the Range and whip that, came in the game with this crap
You say my name you get smacked, right on your brain with the gat
Know who you playin with Black, then holla back

[Chorus]

[Young Buck]
My name is Buck, but you can call me Icey
I keep spillin Cristal on my white T
Don't give a fuck, bitch you ain't gotta like me
I pop my trunk and have you runnin in your Nikes
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin like a nigga playin hockey – holla back

[Chorus]

[8Ball]
Canary yellow princess cut, rocks when I smile
Fat boy kept it gritty since I was a chubby child
Look at me now, hat cocked up, wristwatch rocked up
When I put my hand up to my mouth and hit that sticky stuff
The light, hit the ice, on my eight-ways piece
In the streets, I'm a G; on the mic, I'm a beast
Keep a bitch, on her knees, nigga please, I'm a pimp
Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp
Check a deuce, Chevrolet, rims taller than my son
Gun, on the seat with a extra clip cause I ain't fin' to run
in my brand new, shell toe, three stripe, all white
In other words, come my way with that shit you gon' lose your life

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
What the fuck are they yellin?
Dope man, anybody killa in the hood, fuck the homeboy sellin
I've got a problem with him - if I can't touch it
Then he can't slang it, and these streets get dangerous
Corny niggaz pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin flashin got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin chillin
Big game huntin; and this lame's, stuntin
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch ouuuuut...
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch ouuuuut... yeah--------------------------------------------------------------------------


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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Gilmore's


Code:
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggaz know what time it is
Its time for that gangster shit

[Chorus - Lloyd banks]
We ain't got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggaz kill for
I make million out yeah
I don't care about a muthafucka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 1 - Lloyd Banks]
I treat a dollar like a mill, counting every bill
Cause if I don't watch mine another muthafucka will
I went double but I still tuck the steel
I'm the truth, why the fuck you think 50 cut the deal
Rollin in a bag of D when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run
They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' nigga like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
Cause I know, they rather see my black ass bummy
Ain't nothing funny just a whole lot of anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property I ain't going to call
There'll be a splatter on your shirt, and it ain't paintball

[Chorus]
We ain't got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggaz kill for
I make million out yeah
I don't care about a muthafucka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop

[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
I don't follow no rules I'm getting in here with the town
And if I don't, we going to burn this muthafucka down
I'm coming thru swinging like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin you bitch face around
I'm a stunner, hogging up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga can't afford to go to sleep
Fuck around and get you head popped all over the street
And I ain't got nothing for them but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they recognize if you slaughtering the beat
And if it wasn't for rapping, I'd have your daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggaz die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a nigga have it
So I pack the Automatic for the sideline static, Yea

[Chorus]
We ain't got shit to live for
Your either headed for the pen or your on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
Cause a five dollar bill is the shit niggaz kill for
I make million out yeah
I don't care about a muthafucka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
....................................

Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ 50 Cent, Prodigy
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Rotten Apple


Code:
[Lloyd Banks]
Yea Haha niggaz it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit

[50 Cent: Chorus]
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck is you

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's 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

[Lloyd Banks]
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Schwarzenegger
Fools don't take him I took him across the liver
Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler
The drama is a part of the story that I'm a give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla
That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla
And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler
Matter fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Forty eyes on the prize now I'm energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rims
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spins
What a way to double up I'm headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet I ain't gotta check it in

[50 Cent: Chorus]
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck is you

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's 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 Cent]
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 somethin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now I'm floored D's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldn't flush I'm fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
I'm New York cities pharaoh
Ill have you starin down the barrel
You got em good get em its cool hit em

[50 Cent: Chorus]
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck is you

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's 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]
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
Niggaz 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 it's PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and have got this shit vice gripped

[50 Cent: Chorus]
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit outsiders amongst the crew
Matter fact who the fuck is you

[Bridge - Lloyd Banks]
Cause I, I got to get it got to get it and you can roll if you with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and what's 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
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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Survival


Code:
[Lloyd Banks]
So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yea
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your muthafuckin dough, lets go

[Verse 1- Lloyd Banks]
I'll be a South Side nigga till I rot
Even though I got the yacht in the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the '69 drop
0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop
I blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel
My head light smooth when I move the steering wheel
I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like bullet holes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come around here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse 2- Lloyd banks]
I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base cause Eminem is my partner
I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
I ain't a regular nigga
All the promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Elvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A nigga try me he wont see tomorrow

[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm
Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don
I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself
I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones
I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in
I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me
Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
Poppa was a rolling stone
Never came back home now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few things bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
If you scared don't come 'round here
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper you try it
A nigga try me he wont see tomorrow
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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Playboy 2


Code:
[Chorus]
Uh..
Two fingers up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket knife'd up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, yea , you know who I'm with, yea
Rolling out the piff, yea, six after six, yea
Hanging out the whips rocks bangin off my wrist, yea
I'm a ball till I die, why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Verse]
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playing the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder, a platinum ice pick
We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only niggaz in the city with Miami tints
I picked up my advance and took off out to France
Thousand dollar pants and hundred thousand dollar hands
Mami I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of sticky in my sock, I'm hot
If I like it I'm a cop it on the spot, why not
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
All I got is the street, my word, my cock
these little niggaz emulating' me know why
know why, know why, cause I'm a Play B-O-Y

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
Rollin' blunt after blunt, blowing bump out the trunk
Now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high and I'm drunk, having lunch at the trunk
Don't front, and get to rocking, and my click is popping
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flocking
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whoolie that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
They copying' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never do is
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
and ooohhh, you should see what my song make them do

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
Yo' hood fucked up and rotten put your hands up
You and your click get it popping' Put Your Hands Up
A nigga front I'm leavin' out of here in handcuffs
Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..

Yeah.. Man I don't give a fuck what you said..

Now Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah..
Put Um Up.. Yeah.. Yeah.. Yeah..!!
OOOHHHHHHH...!!!
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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Make a Move


Code:
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm Back, Nigga

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move
Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

[Verse- Lloyd Banks]
Shorty got it shaking, I'm waiting to take her home
Its hot as hell in here and I'm thinking of patron
I know a couple different ways I can make her moan
When I'm done wit her, she'll want to take a nigga to Rome
Give me a hour, I'll have her blowing up my phone
Like a stem to a stone and she wont leave me alone
Million dollar nigga, I get it and show off
Hit the dolga give me a minute wit your boss
I'll fold you, New York fitted and gold cross
To the Rover, holster, over the shoulder
I'm the sickest thing spitting in a while
Your plane ain't the same, Its different when I fly
South side playa, play around and get popped
24-hour stake out on your nigga block
Don't get your views confused wit hip hop
'Fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move
Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

[Verse 2- Lloyd Banks]
Yea, From what I hear, niggaz don't like me
Its funny, they want to be just like me
They bummy, its jealousy more than likely
The money, done made a nigga all icey
4 figure ring, that boy doing his thing
VVS bling, my chain long as a swing
Boulevard King, But known in Beijing
Fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
69 scrapper wit the up and down pumps
Murder is forever, don't fuck around once
Bottle after bottle, I down 'em until I'm drunk
If you ain't chipped in, don't come round my blunt
Grimy and gritty, New York City's top gun
First nigga act up, gets a hot one
BPV, the bottom to top dun
I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move
Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]
I don't know bout you, but I'm doing it for the Q (Queens)
Wood brand new, size 22 shoe
Use your money, don't let your money use you
I got crews view, you know the usual
My life's beautiful, my pockets full of bread
Get out of pocket, I'll play soccer wit your head
And that girl ain't your girl, know the difference BOY (Boy)
Pussy kill more niggaz than a liquor store
I left something on her when I seen her
She was rubbing it in like Noxzema
She real cute, big titties and hips and she pretty convincing
A video vixen
If you looking for a mack, I fit the description
Chicks see him, take pictures, and kiss him
Back block nigga, I get it and I'm good
I'm hood, living life like you should

[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]
I'm a G-Unit nigga and that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil on jewels so I ride around wit the ooze
And that'll make 'em move
Ma, is you staying or coming? Make up your mind
My lifestyles to fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mind
Cause I ain't leaving the club with out my nine
You know I got my nine
Think twice 'fore you cross that line
You must've lost your mind
Thinking you can off my shine

N.Y, New York That Is
Y'all Know the name
I handle my biz, KID
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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ 50 Cent
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Hands Up


Code:
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

1- [50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)
Hands up! shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
(I say hands up!) I'm good in the VIP
I got my hammer right here with me
(I say hands up!) You know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jux
(I say hands up!) Everything ain't cool as the fame
And this shit ain't as sweet as it looks
(I say hands up!)

2- [Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent)
You know I'm puttin something on me
Right before I leave outta the car (We came to party)
You go tough talkin at me
You gon' leave out the club wit a scar (We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free
'Fore I leave I'ma buy out the bar (We came to party)
You gon' order whatchu want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at a star (we came to party)

[Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucka free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girls suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nuttin' but a nut to me
Look miss get a grip, or let a mothafucker be
I'm a rap star, who 'posed to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front, in the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride, you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya, huh
I'm a bastard, damn near chauvinist, hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see ya man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep ya gun or get ya ass hit
And that's it, lights off and ya body stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with

Repeat 1
Repeat 2

[Lloyd Banks]
Yea
I cruise throught strip, 22's on the whip, new Ruger on the hip
Thousand dollar outfit, never stooge never slip
Follow rules or get whipped, nigga move or get hit
I don't care whose on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now, the jewels got 'em sick
Now it's two thousand six, I needa new bottom list
It's aight they can talk, I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks, nigga whose hot as this?
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggaz ice grill, but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces, they just see the chains like
OOH when ya get 'em, they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery


Repeat 1
Repeat 2

Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Keri Hilson
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Help


Code:
[Intro: Lloyd Banks] (Keri Hilson)
(G-Unit) Uh! A one two, a one two
Uh! A one two, a one two
(Yeah) Uh! A one two, a one two
(Ooooohhh!!!) Uh!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Excuse me miss, you must be some kind of a model
Enough to make a shopper run out of the column
Enough to make a weak nigga go mano y mano
Guess what you strong as rum out of the bottle
God bless you when he made me
I mean he blessed me when he made you I got a little game to
They know me everywhere I go that's what fame do
Where we can get it on the low what's your name boo?
You stuck in your ways but I know how to change you
Arrange you tell you things like your my angel
There's no rules when it comes to this, write down your number miss
They call me Banks, my government is Chris
They feel me in the burbs, love me in the bricks
Four inch whips, on a buggy six
First class trips, and the bubbly's Cris
I work so hard to live like this

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My past make me so weak but, you make me stronger
Cause everything was upside down, now I'm right back where I belong
Help I think Cupid got me, shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin my cool, so I'm doin things I don't do

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, I got it hop in the ride so I could holla
My favorite girl outside of my Impala
I ain't 'gon say you a dream I don't gotta
You could walk around in the street with no problems
I pick up all the G that he speaks so don't bother
The innocent role ain't workin work harder
I ain't tryin to lock you down I'm no father
But maybe we can go for it if you just listen
It's hard as hell for a man in my position
They pickin your girl out you gotta know the difference
I wonder if it's even in one in existence
Enough to keep my attention to go the distance
And I'm have to look hard to find a better one
Cause you sex is a 187 'hon
You get a nigga doin shit I ain't never done
So now even when I'm on tour I let her come

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My past make me so weak but, you make me stronger
Cause everything was upside down, now I'm right back where I belong
Help I think Cupid got me, shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin my cool, so I'm doin things I don't do

[Bridge: Keri Hilson] (Lloyd Banks)
Your not the ones like I'm used to, I see us happy in our future
I'm givin you all I have, my heart, my soul, my laugh
Cause you are the only thing I need
(I could have everything and more give you the feelin you can't ignore)
Whoa oooh oh!!!

[Chorus: Keri Hilson]
My past make me so weak but, you make me stronger
Cause everything was upside down, now I'm right back where I belong
Help I think Cupid got me, shock me all over my body
I think I'm losin my cool, so I'm doin things I don't do

[Outro: Keri Hilson]
Da, da, da, da da da da da
Da, da, da, da da da da da da
Da, da, da, da da da da da
Da, da, da, da da da da da da
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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Musiq Soulchild
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Addicted


Code:
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah... G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Uh, Yeah, Ey, Ey...

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Man I think I'ma dig it
To to the life that I had, so I risk it
Runnin' the street with the heat more
Three deep in the SUV
The bigger you blow, the less you see
The more you hear, the real nigga lost his life right there
It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason his not here
(Yeah) So he came over somethin' that ain't his
That jeopardize the well being of him and his kids
That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib
Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs
Or went and got a dirt with the worms
With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes
Know the names, cause we tattoo in the morn'
I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue
So front rap, we comin' at to you with a song
When you hear that, {*Reload*} pointed at you and your gone

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild] + (Lloyd Banks)
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block
(Uh, Yeah, Ey...)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright
The drop is blue, and the watch is white, right
That's why they watchin' me
As far as I can see, it's all mockery
And I'm tryna' be all lockin me
Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me
It's pure poetry, I got a lil' pock' in me
Not internationally, they jockin' me
Cuz' my money green and blue like Monopoly
They all left a name all around the globe
Get still Southside, I was bought up by the curb
(Southside) And I was told, everything ain't gold
It's to the glitter, they had to drain the pain with the liquor
The world don't turn, unless the money move
The early bird get the worm, and the dummies lose (True)
You hear the strugglin' in the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed New York, ey!

[Chorus: Musiq Soulchild]
I think I gotta' have it
It keeps pullin' me in like a magnet
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

It's like crack to an addict
I'm it too hard, for me to grab it
Goin with this kinda music puts me right back on the block

{*fade 'til end*}
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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Rakim
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: You Know the Deal


Code:
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] {"Rakim"}
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

"You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill"

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, niggaz won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all
Can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel?
Niggaz better chill - for the Barretta peel
Knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill
Nigga I'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up
Range Rover truck color Coconut
I used to be broke ass fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I - do what I wanna when I wanna ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitching in the seats, interior Peanut Butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle, Nine-millimeter under

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] {"Rakim"}
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

"You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill"

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is back yeah the punchline boy
You've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
I skied off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewellery store on time
I look like I bought the jewellery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums - the Gung, Carter, Rugger
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habbit
Nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's pa-parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggaz find your foot and toe tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sound on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towl on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] {"Rakim"}
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

"You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill"

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
From here on out it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me I get the cash
It's the American way I go to bed with the 'K
I got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' his lights
All he want to do is shit, chat and make tapes about him
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the "Nation" got him
Out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like Campbells soup
Niggaz shoot, I done been around the world
And I'm right here you won't hurt me
I'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey
I'm blowin' Purple - the Haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love you get the "Birdie"
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] {"Rakim"}
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down....

"You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know fo'reals, the only way that I can chill"
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Artist: Lloyd Banks f/ Mobb Deep
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Get Clapped


Code:
[Lloyd Banks] + (Havoc)
Front on me and get (clapped) front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get (clapped) you get clapped nigga

[Prodigy] + (Havoc)
Front on me and get (clapped) front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get (clapped) get clapped, get clapped

[Chorus: Havoc]
My niggaz feel different, cause everything is good
They actin like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef, like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy, we can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain, it's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin, I'll make him disappear

[Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, hey nigga
Fuck all the slick talk, get bread instead
Stay low, strap up, metal on, inf' red
Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels, don't trip
Been around the world twice, jet Leer, boat whip
Oh shit, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nuttin nice
Money ain't shit but a number, name your fuckin price
Dick rider, coat tailor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, type to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ask nigga, before you add liquor
Cause bein a ad-libber to be in a bag wit'cha
I'm seein the bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck, waitin for Satan to come and get'cha
Keep your clique tight, know your goals, don't speed, slow ya roll
Don't speak, learn the codes - 'fore they pop ya ass
Barbecue your body with beans out of the shottie
While I'm in the Maserati with somethin that's gon' slob me

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Prodigy]
Yea... my trigger finger is feenin, the nigga up here is a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if I'm seein you dreamin
Get too close and I'm bustin, it won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak - I just nod my head
And you turned up missin with your own page in the feds
I got power, and I will flex on you real quick
Call yo' dogs, call yo' clique, hug yo' moms 'fore you split
Cause you ain't never gon' see that bitch again
And this ain't a war nigga we just havin fun wit'cha
Like a bib wit a baby, if I smack you I might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds, half a bid from rhymin
And I'm steady and climbin - that mean I'm still blowin up
Got you burn while you lookin, see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner, I'm murderin through, so come through
I light yo' buildin on fire, it's why these rappers retire
Cause they tired, of dealin with the niggaz like me

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, now enough 'bout all the lame shit, them wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to fill up best that I came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off my dick
Different day, same shit, media and paparazzi love
envy and betrayal, my heart's cold as hockey gloves
I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high
Chocolate thai, green skunk; South Jamaica, Queens punk
Stand up ya boy's back, put your grams up, get money
You ain't heard nuttin but a hit from me
Quit dummy, cause it's the changin of the gods
Beat bitches over their head, the caveman of the squad
Any belly fall victim cause they raised 'em up so hard
So my nine is on my hip, and my praises up to God
Cause we in a battlefield, where the razors lead to scars
And the lasers need to hold slugs in and out your clothes

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeahhhhhh, yeahhhhhh
Yeahhhhhh, yeah!
Aiyyo P, fuck these niggaz man
I'll buck these niggaz man
Ain't nobody else gettin no money, this is our year
Next year, is our year
The year after is our year
The year after is our year
YEAH! G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!

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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Stranger


Code:
[Intro]
Uh! I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang)
G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
Ma I gotta get mine (Ma I gotta get mine)
All the day all the time (All the day all the time)
Nigga you know how we roll (Nigga you know how we roll)
Twenty three's twenty four's (Twenty three's twenty four's)
I'm holdin my ground (I'm holdin my ground)
In case somethin goes down (In case somethin goes down)

[Verse 1]
Uh! Yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile
They set ya up you fuck around have to buck in the crowd
Around my way, ain't sunshine ev'ryday
Niggas'll cross ya, you should hear the slang they say
In a land of attitudes AK's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin, embarrasin the crooks
Plus your frontin they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner

[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)

[Verse 2]
Uh! I'm frontin in my G62's the yellow and royal blues
I'm better than all you dudes hot metal for all you fools
The one that niggas admire many study all my moves
And I'm focused, cause I'm a end up bloody if I snooze
You a sucker for love, or maybe I'm a bit different
If you ask me, is your baby mama's a pigeon?
I just bought the mansion and ma dukes pop the ribbon
And I'm out poppin Cris bitch I'll show you how I'm livin
I keep havin them dreams bout niggas gettin the drop on me
Lettin them things fly up and down the block for me
True fear niggas don't feel ya they triflin
But I adapt, cause I used to think just like 'em
As soon as I hit the top I noticed the sudden change
It's probably the Maserati Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine

[Chorus]
(Stranger) Don't bring 'em 'round if I don't know 'em like that
I feel like it's targets all over my back
Because of these broads that's layin over my lap
A nigga that young ain't 'sposed to live like that
I just saw the dealer and I'm goin right back
Stashin my guns cause I know they might rat
I'm doin my thang (I'm doin my thang) G-Unit's my gang (G-Unit's my gang)
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Artist: Lloyd Banks
Album: Rotten Apple
Song: Change


Code:
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah.. Uh
(Yeah) I like the way that sound
Uh Uh N-N-Now (Low Down..)

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Check, nigga ya feelin like a frog in a jump
One weed will bring you from the bottom the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
I'ma rain on em, put the chump a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want
Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
Therefore I don't fall in the category
I'm cool calm and collective
You con'in a Lexus, blew chronic for breakfast
It match with the necklace
Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
Especially if you rest next to me
Nigga come testin' me, you get the gun recipe (Pop)
These old niggaz want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who holdin' New York down
Yeah I used to buy Nick's
Ten years later now I'm superfly slick
Without a roof on my whip, shit
I sip a hundred-proof til' I'm ripped
And wave at the haters who got a root canal sick
Tell niggaz 'Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
That kind of shit don't fly like mumma jokes
So they got em long-short, Old kinda toast
More out of left shit, trailers all around the coast
To places you get around by boat, I get a pound I smoke
I put em down them dope
I'm real scope when I pass the block
I make traffic stop, a prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
The pro tools and the wax
Take a step back before you catch a contact
The flows like an M16 with an arm-strap
I'ma bomb on niggaz until they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeaner, microphone crack

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
All of shit changed since a came
Alot came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin nothin but the pain
You playin, I'm hungry than a mahfucker' mayn'

Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cuz' you ain't gettin' nothin' from me you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake (I can't wait)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Until the curtains close
It's just me and Tony, in them purple O's
Indoor overload, Drive like I own the roads
These niggaz is pus' that's why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toted bow, I'm ridin' filthy in the Beamer'
Cuz' I can have Limina Calina bring to a mister meaner
You drown in deep water, any nigga around come form the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
I'm on the climb, 'til my next CD climbs
Southside, Greedy Dine, red wine, DB9, NYPD grind
Why, it ain't an easy grind
A nigga try to get mine, I'ma feed him nine
And it's graffiti time, niggaaz sprayin ya mural
For try'na by a motherfuckin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, Best guy if you ask me
Jet by on the nasty, nigga you in a taxi (I can't wait)

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
All of shit changed since a came
Alot came round here, fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin nothin but the pain
You playin, I'm hungry than a mahfucker' mayn'

Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cuz' you ain't gettin' nothin' from me you grown more
You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake (I can't wait)

[Outro: Lloyd Banks]
Ha-Haa! Yeah! Uh!
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!
Raw!
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