(feat. Eminem, 50 Cent, Nate Dogg)
[Intro - Eminem]
Remix [echoes]
Lloyd Banks! [echoes]
Ha ha! [echoes]
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin circles with the competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it
And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior and now U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him's a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he remember when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no motherfuckin stoppin them
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It aint healthy To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]
He's no magician man he can't make somethin outta nothin
So now niggaz from his hood act like
he owe em somethin
They talk crazy til they send this nigga in there to buck em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's was gona to help em out, but since they fronted, fuck em
He dont care how they feel they can hate em or love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change so these Niggaz think he buggin'
He bullet proof everything incase a Niggaz try to buck him
Keep 2 pistols on his hip I show you where he tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
This Is The Story Of A Warrior I Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Your Corner With my weapon I Don't Need My Boyz
Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a Fuck About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game
[Nate Dogg]
I can give you niggaz somethin' you can talk about
I can turn your smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckin' somethin' to be mad about
Invite her in send her back out
I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)
I come from the heart of southside (yea)
Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)
Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)
I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)
You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em
Were respected highly
'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you aint around jake (jake)
You getcha ass whipped for chips
Now thats the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)
Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm headin for the top and im almost there
Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared
I'm headin for the top and im almost there
Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear
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 fif
sound
Duck when i spit rounds
'cause this aint beverly hills
You in the bricks now
We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell
Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that fuck the police shit
We livin in hell
You betta guard yo grill homey
And stand yo ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoevers standin around
I never learn even after i took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)
If its beef then im ready to ride
Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothafucka)
Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin name
Whether the truck or train
My minds stuck on the grind
'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came
Yeahh aint talkin shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe
My heart laughin a small
Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulda
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Mothafucka
Yeeuhh
Muthafucka
Im here.. yeeuh
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!
Yee!
These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down
Down…
The paint is peelin’
Now…
When the chips are down
Down…
You gotta lose all feelin
Now…
Your head goes round n’ round
Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain’t have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It’s amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas’ll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I’m the new nigga the others can’t stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it’s the steel I pop
I’m on my grind so if you thought I chill, I’m not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?
Banks they think I’m yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I’m signed to the Doctor I ain’t got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they fuck L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I’m face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin’ my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin’ for a statement… (heart monitor beeps to flatline)
Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I’m grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I’m sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don’t get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I’m down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I’m ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Aw man , can I get a raw please
Is y’all ready, is y’all ready
For the main event, Damn
Lloyd Banks
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
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)
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)
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)
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
Around here them boys, 'dem don’t play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Tef Long John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Play to bubble you up like my west shawn don (uh)
Im only calm when im blowin that chron (uh)
Getting them flashbacks like baby hold onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so long (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath all gone (haa)
Stomach all swolled up neck all warm (uh)
Head still spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you walk in the club
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man still getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you tell
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so well?
Now every now and then a new kid got away
Yeah, but unfortunally for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the blue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet blew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 let the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Lloyd Banks tell, pop wont sell
I feed a nigga a shell like taco bell (uhh)
Im flyin out to japan to attract new fans
Let em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars leave ya face all fat
So learn to stash yours in your baseball cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase fall back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atlanta but I’ll A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
It’s like everywhere I look and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something slick (slick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’ll run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya lip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a bump can get
And pistols as long as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m modelin diamonds now you can call me Ice N’ Bedford
My down bitch holds the metal
She got a coke bottle figure and an ass that shake like a bowl of jello
You ain’t even almost rich
They fuckin yo ass like the models in my porno flicks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
YEAH! Uhh, I'm back
Uhh, haha
Uhh, oooooooh
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
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
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
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
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
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
Uh...
G-Yeah...
I'm back...
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Shorty got to shakin' and i'm waitin' to take her home
it's hot as hell in here and i'm bakin' up a Patrone
i know a couple different ways i can make 'um bone
and when i'm done with her, she'll wanna take a nigga to Rome
give me a hour i have her blowin' up my phone
like a stem to a stone she won't leave me alone
million dollar nigga i get it and show off
but Doja, give ma minute with your boss, i'll fold ya
New York fitted and gold cross in a Rover
holster, all over the shoulder
i'm the sickest thing spittin' in NY
your plane ain't the same, it's different when i fly
Southside player play around and get shot
twenty four hours steak out on your block
don't get your views confused with Hip-Hop
'fore you wind up on the news, now watch the hit drop..
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Yeah..
From what i hear niggaz don't like me
it's funny, they wanna be jus' like me
you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
the money, they made a nigga all icey
four finger ring that boy doin' his thing
VVS Bling my chain long as a swing
boulevard king over known in Beijing
fully prepared for whatever the drama may bring
sixty-nine scraper with the up and down pumps
murder is forever don't fuck around once
bottle after bottle i down 'um till i'm drunk
if you ain't chipped in don't come around my blunt
grimey and gritty New York City's top gun
first nigga act up gets a hot one
BPV the bottom and top done
i get there, i gets it, i'm done, one..
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Yeah..
I don't know about you but i'm doin' it for the queue
whip brand new size twenty-two shoe
use your money don't let your money use you
i got a cruise view, you know the usual
my life's beautful, my pockets full of bread
you get outta pocket i play soccer with your head
and that girl ain't your girl know the difference boy
nigga i done killed more niggaz than a liquor store
i left somethin' on her when i seen her
and she was rubbin' it in, like Nakazeena
she will kill big niggaz, cute big hips
and she's pretty convincin', a video vixen
if you lookin' for a mack i fit the description
chicks see him take pictures and kiss him
back blockin' nigga i get it and i'm good
i'm hood, livin' life like you should..
I'm a G-Unit nigga that means i don't play by the rules
But i can make you move
About a quarter mill on juice so i ride around with the Ooohs
Now that'll make um move
Ma, you should stay in or come to me make up your mind
I lashed out too fast to take my time
I got to get in position to make her mine
Cuz i ain't leavin' the club without my dimeee
You know i got my nineee
Think twice before you cross that lineee
Nigga you must have lost your minddd
Thinkin' you can get off my shinesss
Grew up in the Y... New York that is...
Y-Y-Ya know the name...
I am the one you denied
Pushed me off everytime I tried
But I'm alright
I'm able to swallow my pride
And put all the bullshit to the side
If you ready to ride
Im down for a one night stand
I'll accept it any way that I can
Cuz I aint yo man
I'll try for whatever its worth
Just remember who played who first
I cant keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
Your kinds rarer than a flying saucer
And that's what I can offer
Similarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How I get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
And that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Dont hop on top
Cuz I ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue
If you was mine id introduce you to momma girl
You're stylin' your boots and Gabana
Im so used to ur prada
Taking trips to houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when I holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother
But I aint either
Soon as I realize that I ain't need her
She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager
Like I dont mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There aint no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to do
If I get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell you feel the same cuz when I ask you laugh
So I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But I'm buggin
Cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass
I'm never stabled cuz business is on my ass
But you can be the one I visit before I dash
An I admit I been the type to hit n split
But you can't blame me for the females that I been getting with
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
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when I'm mad at you
When several situations occur and that includes
When I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as I get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cuz I come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I dont know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally I dont bribe em
Yee!
Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga
Yee!
I’m So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fly…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck like Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them girls over three don’t got a problem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head
And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the click that freeze us
Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Look around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stones
And that’s only in the necklace
I’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a Lexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
Will the goody girls back of us
My hearts colder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
Blowin O’s in that black coffin
Blowin the road and im back flossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly
Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
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
Ay, did you hit this shit?
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
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
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
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
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
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
Over 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?
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
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
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' gang banger
"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!
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
That la lah-lah, I be smokin'
Be gettin' me right, I be loc'n
Them bullshit trees, you be rollin'
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (you get clapped nigga)
Front on me and get clapped
Front on him and get clapped
Front on us and get clapped (get clapped get clapped)
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice
Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price
Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ass nigga before u add liquer
Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper
Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya
Keep ya clique tight know ya goals
Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body
With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati
With somethin thats gonna swallow me
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin
Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion
Ima boss i dont speak i just nod my head
And you turn up missin with ya own page in the feds
I got power and i will flex on you real quick
Call ya dawgs call ya trick hug ya momz for you split
Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again
And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya
Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin
N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up
Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire
Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to feel the best that i came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off of my dick
Different day same shit media and popperazzi love
Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me
Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards
Beat bitches over the head the caveman of the squad
And he barely fell victim cause they raised him up so hard
So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to god
Cause we in a battle field where the razors lead to scars
And the lazors lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin like I changed like i went hollywood
Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat
Like I aint homocide all over the beat
Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care
Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where
Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear
Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man
Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money
Cause this is our year, next year is our year
The year after is our year, the year after is our year
Yeaaaa..uhhh
I like the way that sounds
uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww
Check Check
Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump
One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk
From the trunk to the dump
Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want
Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story
Thefore i dont fall in the category
Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis
Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace
Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this
Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist
Especially, if ya rest next to me
Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin like they dont know who hold New York down
Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later
Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till im ripped
And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick
Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close
That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes
We got em long, short, all kind of toast
Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast
To places you gettin 'round by boat
I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope
Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rott
This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques
The pro-tools and the wax
Take a step back before ya catch a contact
The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped
Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back
The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
And to the curtains close
its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's,
Endo overload, drive like i own the roads
these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
Im ridin filthy in the Beamer
Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor
You drown in deep water
Every nigga around come from the street corner
Where you need your heat on ya
Im on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural
For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero
Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I cant wait
Alot of shit has changed since i came
Yall done came around here fuckin up the game
Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain
You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy
You fuelin up my fire when you hate
So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake
I cant wait
Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa
Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit
Yee nigga
Fuckin back hunger for more
Tony's home
Yo Banks I told these niggas man
Yall done fucked up now
Yee!
Yeeeeee!
Here We go
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
By now I know you done seen me
On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV
I skeet babies on your breezy
And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me
Leaves me and its bye bye gone
We got guns like Pop-eye arms
I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin
Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson
N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike
Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight
So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches
I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us
They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras
I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada
Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers
Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em
I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
Go ahead try n do me harm soldier
You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower
And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch
That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish
I'm the name they all screamin on the street
For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat
I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps
Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep
Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra
From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous
I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe
Bounce like ass in my video
Aint no click like the one I'm with
If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from then sit (Down)
We gettin dough everywhere we go
And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)
G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)
If you aint reppin where you from sit down
(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)
Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles
And bust down models in flushed out tahoes
Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto
P89, my clip filled wit hollows
Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles
Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow
Cuz 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos
That Eminem money got cash in my eskro
Scrooge Mcduck stays swimmin' in my cash flow
Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow
Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go
Think like castro, Games in the lasso
Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro
God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!
We Told YAll Muthafuckas Man!
Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!
Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!
We Back Nigga!
50 The General!
Young Dezzy Buck!
Game!
The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!
Hunger For More!
Rida Music Nigga!
This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!
Uh Huh!
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night’s pussy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who’s your man and who isn’t
Maybe its necessary...maybe you’re overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N’ threats are honest…n with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know it’s possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there’s nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I’ve done watched a nigga go from BET to the bricks…shit
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor... nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N’ I hope you catch the long nap, rock-a-bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n’ these niggas trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n’ ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you’d know why
There’s frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media fuckin me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping’ n’ cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin’ on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they’ve been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain’t tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
I’ve got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that’s grown...homes
You won’t know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can’t compare the doe
And if its only one bitch don’t even share a hoe
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
Fuck a bill, fuck a bitch, fuck a benz (my friend....whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro...whoa)
Let’s toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaaaaaaaa)
Na na na
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
My nee-ga-row (Whoaaaaaaaaa)
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
Ay did you hit this shit?
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!
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!
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
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!
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?
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!
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!
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!
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)
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!
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 it's 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
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!
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
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!
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!
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!
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!
This rider music! ha ha!
Ey yo whatsup you know who the fuck this is
It's the kid Banks ya heard me?
The number 1 fuckin Draft Pick in any hood! G-G-G-G-UNIT!!!
Look Banks bout the bubble like crush grapes
I don't give a fuck wait but bring me my cut laid in this ducktape
My heart's colder than upstate
So I aint got time for relationships give me a slut gate
I'm far from sweet but can't get enough cake
Nigga I put you on your ass like tough breaks
Bitch you be rich If you can spend babies I disrespect niggas call men ladies
Round from the gun sound like M-80's
Timbs all year Black Brown and Gravy
Banks got a Gun to the back down and navy so if you owe me get smacked down and pay
me
I'm honest it aint no loss
Nigga I don't even need in restaurants if it aint no froz
I throw combos Six fo's and Five's
And put your hand out if it aint for a five
These rap niggas following me like tour guides
Talking gangsta like they got more lobs
I pound out pussy leave her with sore thighs
Nigga I been fuckin with tits with before eyes
You might see me in the shit that store hots
I don't care I punch niggas with four Oz
Every Bar takes away a little more bright
I got something from Big Small and tour Guys
We might pull up and Big Small in tour rides
Might pull up and put up a bullet in your ride
Niggas want it with Banks even the whores tried
I put something in your gut through your door slide
For the talks I never fall in Love
With them clothes I'm Ghetto Timbaland Bubblegum Sauce
I done seen girls turning to Doubledumb hoes
Then they get pregnant another one grows
Haters must runnin see the brother gun blow get at me the kid with the number 1 flow
If it's one on one hoe sit back and blow me and argue over my balls like Shaq and
Kobe
Yeah I know me relax twist back the drowie Yack and moley fuck around and yack your
roley
I don't want problems if your give me death to show me
Nuthin but cocklovers runnin with Axel Foley
I ain't got no aim but to slop you sprayers
Hittin up the wall more than hockey players
Niggas thought I was sleep
And jock me later get your own shit
Why you wanna copy hater?
I'm a big dog you a puppy child
Hoes wanna fuck me now
'Cuz they hear my name like the Puffy trial
That nigga got a bad temper plus he foul Blowin dro hand pic form my pluffy spell
Yeah, here we go!
That wasn't ignorant I'm just playin'
Featuring: 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
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 blue?
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
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
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
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
You're 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
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
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
We on fire
Up in here it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot
Up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
Now I ain't putting nothing out
I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat 'gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip those throw thunder
I'm buying diamond 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
I'm 80s man but the boy smack thugs
These record sales (?)
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
I'm only 21 sitting on mills
We on fire
Up in here it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
If you know anything about me then you know I'm a baller
If I ain'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 ain't putting no baguettes in her (?)
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread but I ain't spend quarters
So cut the games ma let's go in the back
Matter fact turn your ass round back a nigga down
And I ain't 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
We on fire
Up in here it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot
Up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker
Light the roof on fire fire fire
Uh..
Yeah..
I like the way you do that shorty (shorty)
Now can you do somethin' for me (uh)
I like the way you movin' girl
Show me how you do that girl
I like the way you do that shorty (uh)
Now can you do somethin' for me
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
Yeah..
I'm in the 2006, brand new wagon
Lookin' for a diva to handle a dragon
And even if there's two of um, i'ma move in and bag um
Make sure i'm strapped, keep the Uz and the Magnum
Yeah the gun talk, but i'm talkin' 'bout the condom
They followin' me home with my dog right behind um
Have you ever seen a ass clap on a stallion
Another bad bitch half black and italian
I dont know if she likes me or my medallion
You think i give a fuck, i'm just tryna get a nut
I dont need no-one to build my self-esteem up
Im fresh out the hood, but fuck it its all good
Why you can use me, cuz i'ma use you
For menage-a-twage, you know the usual
And if you do me maybe i'll do you
A favour and walk you outside, rightt
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
Naa, i aint ever aite pussy before
But im close to the edge if she pushin' me Lord
Her body language is that a nigga stiff as a sword
So she cant be a angel this bitch is a fraud
Head prolly took a nigga on a trip to the morgue
Pussy good enough to drive out the Michigan Ford
As soon as i hit the door she's squeezin' my arm
Hoppin' all on a nigga like Christina Milian
It might take a couple rounds to make me get to calm
But when she does go to sleep she might need a alarm
Cuz i'm gone, she wanna be with a don
But i'm stuck so i'ma keep it about me on a song
Aint nothin' wrong, with a lil' bumpin' and grindin'
Especially if they got somethin' behind um
Im high as hell, pussy drunk when i climb in
How a nigga unfortunate i'm in
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low!
Shorty looks like she's datin' a fashion designer
Damn, she musta got that from her momma
You know me somewhere in the back with the Llama
Keeps one of the cats with the drama, i'ma
Get a lil' closer to her, ma look so sweet
She remind me of a lot of broads aint Monique
But a bird nigga tryna holla, they all speak
Do you write up her phone number down, they wont keep
Lemme get her, i have her burnin' Haze all week
Givin' me wop to the music, mine plays on beat
Yeah, i'm so street, i'm so cheap
I'm so fly, but you already know that i
Dunn been all around the world, they dont know that guy
But lil' man gon' talk to, i oppose that i
He just mad that he aint got the kinda clothes i buy
All ride in the U.F.O i drive
I can't, stand here and watch her dance
She got me comin' outta my pants
And i dont wanna miss my chance, to jump on her
If i could, get her outta here i would
I never seen a girl move that good
And there's something tellin' me i should
Get Low! (low, low,
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
Ay, did you hit this shit?
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!
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
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?
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
(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!
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!
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 getting to the money, know money makes the
They sleeping on me baby, tell them wake them up and leave
All my womenthey running me on sight.
100 bottles of champagne, you popping
Not to mention, I'm out here representing, I need
Put them models in my section
All my womenthey running me on sight
100 bottles of champagne
I'm getting to the money, know money makes the
They sleeping on me baby, tell them wake them up and leave
All my womenthey running me on sight
100 bottles of champagne, you popping
Gotta mention, I'm out here representing, I need
Put them models in my section
All my womenthey running me on sight.
100 bottles of champagne
My pockets full up, haters been try to stop me, no luck
I'm cocky so what?
My life like one big daddy rolled up
Look how I'm smoking, Shawty don't choking
I'm talking and second hand got her open
I'm always frozen, I'm make a uzzi from a explosion
Traffic open, I'm running to my money roll back my own ones
That street crown, I'm rocking, I'll beat down your captain
Heat round they watching,
I'm poppin, options, with my freestyle, I'm boxxed in
I'm getting to the money, know money makes the
They sleeping on me baby, tell them wake them up and leave
All my womenthey running me on sight
100 bottles of champagne, you popping
Not to mention, I'm out here representing, I need
Put them models in my section
All my womenthey money me on
100 bottles of champagne
Savage with that flow, everything I do is
Still gonna get that
She hot, she gonna be
I'm too ready, pronto
I'm leaning out that window with my music up
We don't play, everyday I'm moving up, niggas got me
Baby, I got you can feel, that's something you can believe in
I got a pretty selection, I switch it up by the season
I'm getting to the money, know money makes the
They sleeping on me baby, tell them wake them up and leave
All my womenthey running me on sight
100 bottles of champagne, you popping
Gotta mention, I'm out here representing, I need
Put them models in my section
All my womenthey running me on sight
[Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, here's where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout
here's where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout
my hunger is unexplainable
Cool people, Kenevil in my alter-ego
zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
wife, repo, 'bout a mill and a half keyhole
bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilo's
three-notes got my p's q's in my jeans
g-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
four five ceelo, look how good I reload
right back at you, abide by the g-code
click clack deep hole, the industry deboed
we built this (?) ground up
why would they figure we fold
figure fours on the competition
my flows like the levee's open
foreign trips, fortified zips, heavy smoking
problem tips, 45 clips, chevy smoking
(?) got into this, I bet he make it
aint gotta give me sh-t I'mma take it
here's where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that'd bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout
Neck, wrist froze out, top fiver no doubt
talkin, what she got now
old money don't count, back where she kick out
quit running
[Styles P]
Here's how I show out
even though I'm rap
I'm with the (?) that move blow out
leather pull the door out
you can make it rain, but I'd rather make it snow out
run up on your crib with the big four four out
Here's how I show out
watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowups
I'mma kill the block and than leave with the slow up
get your mind popped off before the sign that you throw up
I just want to lamp and feed the weed plants grow up
get that money....
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Had the game how I run it
Had been bowling all week
Set them high ever and my flow sick
This are stories for a honey gotta give me four feet
Fifth and four rounds, bout to make a gym go sweet
Chocolate eye candy gotta pick up all sweet
Tag contract can't keep these bitches off me
I rap scary, Marry marry me we a couple
You strap really keep your family with a louie duffle
Ain't too many of my level only knew a couple
Play swag and fly steady when you the buckle
We eat like the mob you on a tuna struggle
I left a piece of it
Less talk, let's do the puzzle
Hey yeah I got to shot somebody
I got the bad girls flocking me ass
Dropping and poppin' marty
The king is down, you an impostor bummy
Champagne impostor on a block are on me
It ain't no stopping mommy, and know I'm single still
Kingdom on the hill got a fleet over hills
My flows on pills, red beams with the cells
Beaming up, gotta clear my head just to chill
Borrow some movies sex scene I see the film
Fill a filthy mouth with that ass on the couch
Ceremony I'm ridin' leather chromey
You hoes will never know me
Think I'm doing better alone me
Big will, no pockey, no type like Grenoble
Blowing out the pitchers stones block out the rolley
Honey gotta fed her so her feast is all spits
Stuck my fingers in her pussy made her taste her own shit
I ain't got a wool a bottle fill you wanna dry yeah
You are all clear, living a hundred on my eye real
Die real, use your might here, right in Times Square
Bomb scare, kicking it in my eastern around here
My heart is all black, body all hacked
While they hold flash, party mob slash
Martyr grown, hard speaker,
Now the language always in the foreign corner
Cardiac, I'm an A team, if I appear gotta be by year
I swear, I catch her favourite rapper tryin' to sprint back here
Will be a neck game like a sprint I swear
When another niggers fade I'ma be right here
I'm looking at the nigger in the mirror on my single to be clearer
And this hard as ass driller, I'm just bringing you the thriller
Menage avec the swiller, hope the others even realer
It's only bedroom, and the IR when I drill her
High likes like the Eiffel I know it clips
Everything you take her back stick to V6
You goons already lose let's make it happen
Been cashing here the fattest ass
Hear a nigga clapping
I'm always getting it, this time I'll over get it
So all then hold the blizzard, throw of the pivot
My flow's frigid, yeah it's my frozen style
Big spinning balls like the golden child
They say they want to eat, neck down they flee
Chill one day, 6 times in a week
Creep, I see my haters at the crossroads
No heart, got bitches stripping on the north pole
attention in the spot
south side in the house
pretty fucking ..
when i get .. right on the couch
bitches eyes popping
cause i pop unannounced
i am fresh from the .. gonna
but they love me the time .. me cover the ..
diamond rings and .. crack flow
and i am on that money green i am charlie sheen
winning turn the cip in a ..got me spinning as i wake up with these women
lingerie .. away make up on this six rounds ferrari day .. when i did it
gang spitter my mind .. i take these bitch swimming
fuck a .. and let them let these bitches get him
.. hard living and exotic start shitting .. my .. start shipping
chorus
trip on we ain't tripping
so much money we trip in
bitches and bottles popping
boy what you left is forbidden
benjamin is what i am
back to the future is feeling like the beginning
i am back back to the top
will it drop get it drop
get it .. on that bullshit the block
get it drop
so i guess i owe you one
watch how i get some
..i wonder if i get that feeling
before that numbers call for ..
create a hit we can stick ..
ashes of my favorite wipe .. brotherly on a ..
new year .. like you owe me
we are drinking all night
we fucked on the morning after
.. the more millions and dollar
the more laughter ..
he got the town popping ..
chorus
trip on we ain't tripping
so much money we trip in
bitches and bottles popping
boy what you left is forbidden
benjamin is what i am
back to the future is feeling like the beginning
i am back back to the top
will it drop get it drop
get it .. on that bullshit the block
get it drop
so i guess i owe you one
[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Banks
Loso
[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you never ever ever seen a n*gga good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock off an Annie loop
off the scoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beams pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper meet me, here the proof
all your family do's
'nage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin f*ckin' loot
my top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the rachet's on em pay ma dues, now it's back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I did the casket for em
I'm back performing, I bag em
break their back, don't call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick Morning
cash is pourin'
stunt stormin, got these b*tches sunk.
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.
[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
you aint never ever ever seen a n*gga good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)
[Kanye West]
We keep these G's in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so Imma be at least about an hour late
I'm so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch
she said "hey 'Ye"
I said "Yes B-tch"
damn I'm only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don't take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic'd it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I'm pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I'm only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said "it's free", I said WOWZER!
[Chorus]
[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute
[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh
Ladies and gentleman
[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where's da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny state
y'all aint got your business straight, track star, finna skate
time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late
it's time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independent chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for dick, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater tot, lil' n*ggaz try me not
under the wing, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear 'em talking but they aint really living it
Opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh-t
...to the afterlife before they take your pride
.. I'm just trying to get this money, get this money and get high
I'm Christian movie fly... while I'm cruising by
Every week is no surprise, but....
..do follow the all-time rules...
So I think it's time I smack on with my new flow,
Twenty two new whores, laying...
Disrespect...
My new homes...
They're trying to block me, break me, but I'm too strong
Cash money, the coupon, cause you're on...
You got a problem started up, I bring the...
Come count my blessing cause my show is off
...me and dollar verbal cause
...wanna be my ... too
Truck full of ...
Work harder and harder...
... so that's why my neck blows.
...talking.. my neck short
..the jet rolls
... suit my best clothes, models, we stretch thoughts
Passing around before we.. we get low
When you see me, you see money
The try to see me...
...anybody out here...
Yea! Yea
I done learn from mistake like who's my men and who's not
Like who's gone run and who's not?
Like who’s gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who’s not
Who’s gone choose spots?
In the streets of New York you can’t trust nobody
Nigga's will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty
Loyalty comes free and smokin’ weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body
When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a fucking laugh
My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he’s gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That’s when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin’
I can still hear em’ laughin’
It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turning somebody did somethin’
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money nigga
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin’ frontin’
Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin’ a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn’t except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn’t pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Left the clown wit his stain on the ground
Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I’m Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain’t got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
The hard times'll hit you when your chillin
Explode describes the feelin
Hennee cups help the healin
Money hungry hookers on my heals I can hear em
They showin is comparin cause this butters much I'm carin
Where I'm from the murder rate is climbin through the ceilin
Lil niggas walk to school and see they daddy on a buildin
Spray paint faces then we grow up cops chase us
On a every day basis meet the old head replacements
Shorty said survival is to go past the bottle
No faith knocked out too young to read the bible
Before they show you mercy they gon show you marcialago
Tooly in my cargo for nigga thinkin he hard yo
Do or die motto like my boys that took it with em
Ice flippin star hit me hard wont forget em
Shout outs to pay still mournin offa kwan
Since a youngin it was on life fast night gone
Knew him since a baby got the mind to stay strong
Lost my best friend on the same night I perform
Reality'll sting yeah and it's comin by the swarm
Get high til I'm gone muffin off a hundred on a arm
Ratha go a player then a mothafuckin pawn
Middle finger drawn til I'm back where I belong
Got a letter from my nigga told me ain nobody close
That he was shorttimin and bombin a couple toasts
Until then I boast
Gucci out a ruthles car superstar
Haters want the star shoot and move the bars
Trooper pulled me ova slippd and shorty poofd the charge
Livin life without a limit want me use the card
Flow out the world gotta ship the group to mars
Fresh to death alien pairin up in a new minaj
Lifes a couple hoes bagged em both dual massage
(Verse)
Now packing it back, no sneaking pass I'm wearing hot
Put everything in my rack, snickers stacks in an orange box
Now she want me I'm on the spot, I'm in there on my mama clock
Sprung her now she on the dock, I bend her till it's 4 o clock
A million one more riddles, damn get around here
Or I be this gun now you're so wet and losing
Might need an air hole into pay your rank about 0
Made you think of my eel, technic visa, hoes down
And play ga-ga-game of my heroes
Catch me out, chasing them zeroes
Zoo keep on firmed up, new speakers I'm chumped up
Burj Khalifa I burned up
Drinking like it's my first cup
I ram that cat to a 90, pitcher, do what?
I leave that to the zombies,
Bet these thirsty rats wanna mime me
Big old rat when you find me
Clean my wheel make everything shiny
I get back when the crop is timing shit
Every dope we get this far
This for those that got some zone
Purple weed around the room
R I P the shot of bloom
(Hook)
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
And I get thousand dollars kits
More drugs, more honey
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Dope sex, more checks, dope wet going down
(Verse)
Look at all my shit is
I give all of y'all a blightness
That your nr.1 fan be the witness
Is this nr.1 champ for the bitches
You wanna be, to be my apprentice
Role so hard gotta swift this
I'm whatever lobsters shrimp is
'Cause I bring 'em like the Olympics man
I making a name by the wrenches
You dumb as hell, you claim to be
Means more than water,
For being part of my famous team
Ring shatter hop on a desk
She said, I ain't never come that fast
I said, I ain't never done that either
If she only knew about my past
My balls are stuffed up, troop right, can't calm it down
Riding round with my bulldog, my new pup
All summer now, just had a day dream about last night
Had him scream in his sleep in a cat's sight
Any girl any good down my wood
She front on me, saying rap right
Hit a nigga for me with a flashlight
In the day time, and the neck tight
All it happens, nigga it's crackin'
With a rock and a crack pipe
Shawty suck my dick, take a pick
Show and tell and go to hell
Fourteen carat boul inhabit
Goldie ways, go Chanel
(Hook)
I bring the crowd around this bitch
I'm making this money
And I get thousand dollars kits
More drugs, more honey
I need a lot of kind of piff
And I make it or love it
You're supposed to pop off
You can't get nothing from me
Hey, hey, I want it now, I want it now
Grab your shit and tell your girl it's going down
I want it now, I want it now
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile baby
Wooo! I wanna be the reason you smile
I wanna be the reason you smi-ile
I wanna be the reason you smile
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes
I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge
From the conversations we have and the way it ends
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends
That's why it's just me and my Mercedes Benz
It all depends, maybe if we make amends
We can start from scratch
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact
We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact
So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back
You're amazing in the sack
Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black
God Bless whoever gave you all of that
If you seen her from the back
You'd understand why dis feel like that
And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows
Her pussy good enough to miss award shows
And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
Whenever I'm not around, and you feelin down
Let the thought of me be (I be the reason you smile)
I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown
I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile)
Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be (I be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I'm just happy I'm around to be (I be the reason you smile)
The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful
What about the half of this shit I done did to you
Violated and tip toed into a crib or two
I've come clean to be a bigger individual
Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz
when you tease 'em with your physical
She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left
Wild drama, section 8 princess
My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed
Cause it's hard to communicate
Cause she don't speak-a no english
I been around the world from state to state
But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom
Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on
Cause I'm leavin in a hour, flat-but it don't matter she's mad
Even when I holla back
All I really need your attention for a while
[Intro]
Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay
Stop that shit and play that bitch from the top man
[Verse 1]
Fiend did it how I do it, niggas got the nerve
Major digits through this music, new shit I deserve
Pitch myself offa the ledge, I think I got the urge
Finer things when I'm climbing, diamonds and furs
Like he did rugged, they love it, I'm always out in public
Boy you used to, you suspect and ballin' on a budget
You a leecher, who does that, don't go around the subject
Hit the bleachers, you been wack and you ain't get no luckier
Now you dissin or I'm tripping, cause muthaf-cker listen
Offend me with what your spitting I'll be gone through the system
Get the f-ck from round me I don't know you, its tradition
I'm low like there's a bounty on me, police started tripping
[Chorus]
I'm making 'em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I'm getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she gon' lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
Thats right, gon lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
I'ma shock the World but they all gon' remember me
She gon' lift my energy
Gon' lift my energy
[Verse 2]
Uh, roads still bubbling, ball in every club I'm in
Electric when I'm walking through, come here let me plug you in
Multitask hustlin' I'm goin' for the double win
You're falling off and fumbling
Heading right for trouble, man, I'm pimpin', I'm poppin'
My Lawyer good as Cochran
If you listen and watch him you realise I drop him
Weed copping, I'm shopping so we all the bitches jocking
Man, I'm minking and crocking, he nervous when I'm dropping
Man I've been on the dole for too long, its easier to do wrong
Cautious when I get my groove on, thats how they move on
A nigga catch ya slipping, you'll be booked
Showing off on the internet wit' what he took, another jooks
[Chorus]
I'm making 'em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I'm getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she gon' lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
Thats right, gon lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
I'ma shock the World but they all gon' remember me
She gon' lift my energy
..probably the right size .. sick of it
you make my blood pressure rise with a body like that
you got the love exercise ...
you might come surprise but don't confuse me with guys
.. i got a couple of them .. i tell them a lot of things
but they are usually lies i gotta talk to .. she usually cries
i gotta keep them ...open wide.. but i am not obligated ..
i smoke more than average so you might see me high
.. i got the right to be fly
chorus
let's go ride .. down
ladies feeling special
maybe because i am hot now
..dancing cause everybody loves you
girl you said .. runway
your mama always want it
i run to you one day
i almost forget to mention
you got my attention ...
so i can't trust any interest and anything rest princess
most .. impress .. i saw that when you ..
i got playmates now .. fuck all night
..my girls are disciplined and trained to say thank you
.. cause they are no fun if homey can't have one
i hardly now girl cause i don't need to have one
[Whoo Kid:]
Mo Money In The Bank Part 2
What?
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah nigga ya'll know who it is
Lloyd Banks (Uh huh)
G Unit (Uh huh)
Tony Yayo (Uh huh)
Young Buck (Uh huh)
50 Cent (Uh huh)
Gorilla nigga
GGGGG G Unit
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Stop wastin' ya day puttin' ya time and energy into me
You got options join the army be all you can be
Cause, Its startin' to show and everybody can see
Ya envy
The team of the century
It tempts me
And, its like I got to find my way into something
I play the block like Mayo, Matumbo, David and Duncan
Armored truck system ravin' and thumpin'
Purple haze makes me able to function
I don't punch in
I might be seen in Nevada
With a Pina Collada
Shorty fiendin' to swallow
She with me in her Prada
I die for a bill believe in a dollar
For the chips anyone gets it, even Estrada
I'm ready for the drama
We heavy with them Llamas
Shells straight through your pajamas
Turn your bellys to lasanga
I'm startin' to get bored stretched out on the recliner
You a little fish in the ocean and guess whos the Piranha (who)
We slide with them models
Outside with them hollows
Beside of the Tahoes
Providin' McDonald's
I got shows out in Germany surrounded by Nazis
Yankee fitted cap on leather Herachee
Duckin' the paparazzi
Well fuck 'em you got to watch me
Its nothin' for a cop to stop me
Hand cuff me and try to lock me
You shouldn't have dropped so soon baby ya timings sloppy
Dog, I brighten up a room, i'm kind of rocky
Appealing to the OGs the teens like him
Every line is a punch, I should be a part of Team Tyson
Pay back is in my nature
Therefore I got a shit list, longer than a roll of toilet paper
Every hood got a snitch a nigga claim he holdin' green
A classmate thats a fiend
And a radio I need
A project barbie and a pump thats out the vale
A little girl with a baby and a uncle thats in jail
Yeah I make records but I ain't the one bee
Which means if you take a shot at me you take shots from me
Last nigga that said he had the bank stop stunned me
Cause he still in the hood and his tanktop hungry
[Lloyd Banks:]
Yeah I'm havin' fun with this man
This shit is not work
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl i'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break i be on my way
MIA back to JFK
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
bet if i don't get the ass, i'ma get the brain
whether she knows or don't know what the scriptures sayin'
i'm a player with a league pass, ma i get the games
whether i hit her don't hit she won't forget the name (Banks!)
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
a frozen hand on the metal when i whip the Range
i'm sittin' sideways, dazed and switchin' lanes
theres a 60-inch plasma in the master room
and we can sleep the whole mornin and fuck the way to afternoon
i had a way with words since i had a half a moon
and i'm tourin' the world all winter, i'll be back in June
you ain't gotta handle a mop, or push back a broom
theres Mays Fat, this where the paper with the papers at
scars are a part of my story i can't take it back
maybe thats why i look at shit like that.. (Yeah!)
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl i'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as they ring shots i be on my way
MIA back to JFK
Uh..
And its the same thing around the way
just a lot more drama, you have to swing around the K
i never got the ones i wanted just the ones that wanted me
look at her, she got the vapours cuz i'm on TV
lookin' like a million dollars in that blue GT
and my Reeze and my blue EV's, bitch please
i have you feelin' like you hit the jackpot
cuz my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
i have you hooked off, dick prank callin'your bitch
going back and forth with your friends paintallin' my whip
besides i done gave you the sign, you just wouldn't read it
now you feelin' like Keyshia Cole and You Should've Cheated
so fucked up, i pay it to never mind
mind on my money, money keep shit together, i'm
probably goin' where you drove and lookin'
listenin' to the radio and half way out of Brooklyn, good lookin'
I'm one night standin'
My joy ride has just begun
Girl i'm the one that can get the job done
And not fall victim to the hit and run
I'm one night standin'
No breakfast in bed today
Soon as day break i be on my way
MIA back to JFK
I'm one night standin'... (You know how it goes...)
I've got to leave you girl... (I be here today... Goin' tomorrow...)
I'm one night standin'... (Uh!)
I've got to leave you girl (Haha... Pick me up yeah...)
I'm one night standin'...
Wish i could stay... But i gotta play....
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
La la laaaaa...
La la la laaaaa laaa laaaaaaa....
People, your boy Banks is back
And this is a Timbaland track
This is my house bitch I run this
(I'll house you, girl, I'll house you)
This is my house
(I'll house you, you in my house now)
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
(I'll house you, girl, you in my house now)
Hey, your under my roof, so take off your coat, your hat and funny boots
I can't tell you they names, I just know they loose
Prefer mix the Cranberry and the goose
A little Armor and that's at least a hundred proof
Now shorty's eyes wide from the Bentley and the Coupes
She can't stop stealin', so she trippin' off the stoop
And I'm a beware of mine, no tellin' the truth
Let's run a menage trois and hit the booth
I got a big pool and a room full of bathin' suits
See y'all can go swim, while I get in
I'll show you how to make a million dollars with a pen
I drink champagne and pop bottles when I spin
I can't complain a top model's in the Benz
Her wheels is shinnin' like it's diamonds in the rims
Just gimme a day or two, I'm climbin' in her friends
I do what I do 'cause
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
(I'll house you, girl, you in my house now)
Hey, watch how you speak
'Cause I don't slip or squeak I got the heat
If you get outta line, you'll be in the street
Ambulance man tryin' to cover up the leak
And nobody to care if they get you in a week
I rather go there split a swisher with a freak
And get a lap dance while I listen to the beat
She's a beauty and petite, I can lift her off her feet
If she gets in a spur, we don't fuck in hur
I'm iced out, so she don't see nothin' but a blur
Be careful where you rub, don't get nothin' on the fur
You know we got them things, so the drama don't occur
You front 'cause you drunk, yo' ass gettin' jumped
I'm high off the funk, dro, hash and the skunk
Don't make them niggaz dump yo' ass in the trunk
They remembers a black mask and a pump
Them niggaz should have told you
This is my house, you 'gon do what I tell you to do
When your in my house, under my roof, you follow my rules
This is my house
(Put ya hands up, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya, put ya hands up)
This is my house
Spending in this... like I am...
I am a bad... long shit
What else can take
This is my mother fucker year dog
New niggers gonna have to wait
Bad bitches and actresses a bachelor faith
... cause they match the plates
Banks they can move boy you are blocking like winky...
... shorty you ain't thinking how I am thinking you ain't thinking right
Picture me summer time... pretty down with the...
Different women day and night but I am still alone
... two doors... half reassure... silicon
That girl ain't shit... in the car with a nigger home
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B; diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
Too easy, man can't a motherfucker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and pleading
He be talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamonds really real
Then put the diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin' ya hole is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm like big pac, hell reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-fuckem' ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
[Hook]
My block, a real nigga walk around
With that thing ready to pop
Many you gotta be crazy to think
I'm not, gonna do whatever I gotta do
If you should violent the crew
And stick your hands in my pot
It ain't nothing to sweat
It's like I'm someone that's to comfort your neck
And in the event that I'm shot
Don't be surprised I know what you work too
I know a hundred niggas just like you
Let me tell you something, young with a... mean nigga
Man your boy is hot as 100 degrees fever
My bodyguard body long as a meat cleaver
The longer you sleep on them, the longer they sleep
Young with a... mean nigga
Man your boy is hot as 100 degrees fever
My bodyguard body long as a meat cleaver
The longer you sleep on them, the longer they sleep in ya
Now I'm running through them hundreds and green chiefers
The... and godfather, to handle my job harder
Think I'm lebron with the ball plus the rocks
The number... unites with the mustard tops
Now we ride around town make them custom drops
It's my block, screaming out fuck the cops
Lay cash on my mother, she laughs and I love her
Never will she read a book with my ass on the cover
Like short so we mash on the rubber
First one to hit her, last one to hug her
First one I visit, last one I love her
I'm passing the rubber, off my list
Then she getting passed to my brother
[Hook]
My block, a real nigga walk around
With that thing ready to pop
Many you gotta be crazy to think
I'm not, gonna do whatever I gotta do
If you should violent the crew
And stick your hands in my pot
It ain't nothing to sweat
It's like I'm someone that's to comfort your neck
And in the event that I'm shot
Don't be surprised I know what you work too
I know a hundred niggas just like you
The neighborhood laughing at you, you mind as well choose your coffin
You got a record deal, and your shoes is talking
If they don't pay me to party, I refuse to walk in
As a nigga got bills and the jewels to cost them,
Nigga, careful how you approach us
Cause this enough niggas out here
To hit everyone on your coach bus
It's nice outside you can't afford better tens
I'm g6 ing on the beach with a set of twins
My rhyming ain't shit, so you ain't gotta go to a ball game
To see a base hit
Shit, only my click gotta say so
You don't need me, 50, they know
Small... I put you on a pay role
I'm still ghetto like a paddie or a...
I'm blowing sticky with the Maddie on a lay low
In case I gotta put you on your paddy on you able
[Hook]
My block, a real nigga walk around
With that thing ready to pop
Many you gotta be crazy to think
I'm not, gonna do whatever I gotta do
If you should violent the crew
And stick your hands in my pot
It ain't nothing to sweat
It's like I'm someone that's to comfort your neck
And in the event that I'm shot
Don't be surprised I know what you work too
I know a hundred niggas just like you
Everybody listen up, cause there's just a new kid in town
And I don't give a fuck
I don't own that shit in the first place
So you can burn like a... fire in it's worst case
Everybody listen up, cause there's just a new kid in town
And I don't give a fuck
I don't own that shit in the first place
So you can burn like a... fire in it's worst case
You nosy niggas get clapped and panic
Tryina clean the planet like captain Planet
I wouldn't... spare my trap on Janet
Sit back and stop hating, let me get my mac on damn it
Get a... you're not so fine
Bitch get out my face, with your breath smelling like a...
You get your ass by the cops all the time
I'm a made man... you know the popcorn come
I know exactly what you here for
Your gossip filling your room is in you
Can't wait to hear more
[Hook]
My block, a real nigga walk around
With that thing ready to pop
Many you gotta be crazy to think
I'm not, gonna do whatever I gotta do
If you should violent the crew
And stick your hands in my pot
It ain't nothing to sweat
It's like I'm someone that's to comfort your neck
And in the event that I'm shot
Don't be surprised I know what you work too
It's banks nigga
South side love
They love me in the hood
[Verse 1: LLoyd Banks]
Cold since my man died, over that's a damn lie
Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide
Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship
I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch
I'm so far ahead I'm already dead
Getting at you from the future that's why I'm used to what you said
Wait until you see the new Superhead
She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head
Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy lenin, that's how I'm living
The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings
F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him
[Hook: LLoyd Banks]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them bitches talking about me, that's how you know I'm doing good
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
I'm in love with money I don't love these hoes
I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you here me?
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
Understood I'm good they love me in the hood
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn
Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed
Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I'm paid
F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and 'em
I'm excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman's pen
You couldn't cloud my intelligence with elegance
I'll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
I'm heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, I've been spending ever since
Gg kush bags couldn't find a better stench
Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench
[Hook]
[Verse 3: LLoyd banks]
Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me
Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie
When I'm hungry ain't a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
Pick a spot I'm heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she's the appetizer
Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china
Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
I'm honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering, I'm running through this money till the trip is done
I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son
man, i'm as fucking these hoes, like i'm crashing these shows
hundred dollars shoe strings now i'm bucks for these hoes
look in my eyes and see clouds, i'm puffing these o's
a threesome ain't shit, i need a couple of those
mister touch it when i want, pal punching with the rounds
tell your girl we said wassup? you jump all over town
you got next, i got next, after, don't need the glasses
she leaking up cause i'm a reckless
catch me after half for me to drink today, half for me to drink tomorrow
i do these niggas with my son, i should thank my father
i make it rain harder
i was later on her ass, still shaking, like i hit her with the teaser
i'm trying to get this money, show me what your mama gave you
tryna get this money show me what your mama gave ya
appetite is animal, so pardon my behavior
i split a at the garden, i'm the savior
hit after hit, knock the heart right out the hated
spending is my hobby, i'm balling, sorry
lately i've been having dreams of crushing everybody
i'ma see you motherfuckers at the top
i'm coming in my mind, so nothing at the gwap
you thought my shit was done, but the grind don't stop
i'm running to them one after one, cause i'm hot
i'ma hit you hum like the drum, make you drop
then i'm looking for another bullet take the spot, jackpot
and i roll some it's all for the green
these chicks ain't mine, they all 14
i tell her get in the 6 cause they on me
i'm bout to murk me a bitch, white on the scene
money can't buy a style, my style made to be fly
from the front so far, my glass facing the sky
she front, she out the same minute, five
she ain't dope, she don't get digits, always my supply
i'm in the rocket chasing paper,
my ego need a and don't need this moth-rfcker this is major
honey do me a little favor
jump off catching feeling
don't you go complaining cause i'm not used to hearing
by 21 i made a million, fast drop till my back drop chilling
let niggas see me, i don't pass block spilling
roll up like a smoke with a bag chop ceilin
spending is my hobby, i'm balling, sorry
lately i've been having dreams of crushing everybody
i'ma see you motherfuckers at the top
i'm coming in my mind, so nothing at the gwap
you thought my shit was done, but the grind don't stop
i'm running to them one after one, cause i'm hot
i'ma hit you hum like the drum, make you drop
then i'm looking for another bullet take the spot, jackpot
spending is my hobby, sorry
crushing erybody
spending is my hobby, sorry
crushing erybody
spending is my hobby, i'm balling, sorry
lately i've been having dreams of crushing everybody
i'ma see you motherfuckers at the top
i'm coming in my mind, so nothing at the gwap
you thought my shit was done, but the grind don't stop
i'm running to them one after one, cause i'm hot
i'ma hit you hum like the drum, make you drop
African American accident in a miracle
See who am I supposed to be here
Somehow I got the lyricism
Make my circles in blink off
Like my boy take my bling off
Like I'm caught in a maze
Trying pace, how much that thing cost, shit
Give me like 2 of them, shit I deserve it
Who am I to talk, hoe where you've been
It ain't my purpose 'til I was laying down in ooze and
But feeling all worthless ain't gon' help it
Hell's went loose and preeing in guards eyes
Behind these bricks, like these bitches who kiss
I kick 'em out, switching bitches like I'm switching these whips
I sick 'em on your world afflicted and wrist
I'm one of the greatest, I'm sick of picturing this
And bleed my rose I buy a kitcher rich
Who gives a fuck by the way they gon' please me give me the dough
You out of green then give me the dough
I'm doin' my thing in you niggaz hoe
Traitor bitch tell me, sorry gives the ring and you on the flow
I'm consistent when I party bottles low, give me some more
Been removed from the average fam' most likely now has it's way
My chain bring attention in your in detention likely wise
Miss me with the cheddar I keep the tool and the magnum by
Happen if I'm mad you die
I killin' niggers on stagger side
Forture in my daily, thought I was dead, bet you think I clocked out
Can't let 'em see me ball, I got the ball I took a short round
Encores as I walk out and there innovations the walking label
Good teeth when I'm talking nigga, look at me and see all the
Fresh Malcom X I got the crib in my tour gun
Bring them nigga that need 'em that his son picked the wrong one
Dying is my ultimatum won't be a bum in a long run
Powered by all the hating, since a little boy my balls home
Life can hard to handle, you try to offer your help but
It's somewhere in the fight club fucking themselves up
They say my eye position were last, but they amateurs
My buzz raging, we ain't mad at ya, we ain't mad at ya
All I got is my word it might be E big bird
I gotta eat bathe more I never leave this curve
A thousand degrees absurd, phenomenal me I'm heard
When I'm in the hood I'm good and what I see I serve
Lil boy born treated, from a man down dream I wake
Taking air with a foul smell of dissapointment
So much love yet so much hate
Great size, used veins and white poison
Black on black crime for the green man's dollar
In time you're gonna enslave yourself
Mama pushed too hard will not save faith
Will not stop kill or fall
I'm too strong, hard as a rock, so inside cold
Hardly ever have been, hard times turning melody to homicide
One small piece to the pile of genocide
Same questions in 21 religions
Where will you go, who will, and who isn't
Young man rise from the dirt, rise from the dirt
When you should be goin' to work
If you are feeling yourself and feeling me
The feeling are strong, great to see
You know feeling like going pack on me and pass
Possiblity you sit down drag the view
And try another one and back to my seat
Stop in someone come
Spot but a treat
Drag another poison and like a poison on me
Hey, baby you got a husband
I am playing my part
I am trying coffee
Can trust
Borrow my budget
Touch down
Keep it in
Money to subject
I get no more than tea
I gonna love it
You gonna travel me
I wanna rub it
So sad
Cowork and public
Never wanna a kid
No kid, I am judging what I gonna do
I love shot
Fire the gun
Plot it here
Probably looking horny
Looking wild
Night is done, my flat
Back to the road when I done
She is shot
She is down
For ground
Oh lay down
Maybe I will
Maybe I don't
Maybe I will better off and if I don't
Never let money insure
Baby you blow
If you blow, seeking the soul, back on the road
Bring no test
Cause this is what I for the stroke
Cash for the blow
She is coming with the stroke
So she take the shot and go down dutch
Hop to Move and flut job
Go with my flut
Go get a flut
Game owner
Go in a player in a cold channel
Go with a CD though
Rub it in a split sit
Have a baby
She is gonna Crazy
Crazy gonna she is
Cold, harder
Stick in the freeze a bit, probably no move, not have stress in sleep
Love shots
She is fire in the gun,
Probably looking horny
Looking wild
Night is done, my flat
Back to the road when I done
She is shot and down
For ground (for bi*ch)
She is off
Oh... lay down
(Verse)
I'm throwing like I used to
Got your common boohoo
And my diamons coloured new blue
Got these bitches coocoo
Bag 'em up when they chuchu
And track on these hoes
Cheese 'em like the packets
'Cause I'm packing up these shoes
How the fuck am I supposed to rememeber
Who I bump probably won't
When you broke, bitches said you eat they smoke,
Now they don't, now they nail,
'Cause my feet won't hit the street, how you feel
I'm a real motherfucker, chasing a dollar bill
Drunk as fuck and I'm smoking
Trunk her up and I'm hoping
I can get her back to my room
With this video girl I'm pocking shit
I'm getting head right now
This supposed to be work
I'm laughing hard at these chicks
That think they getting close to be known
They said, I am fucking with who? that's supposed to be jokes
Still be three weeks, and three tweets
They get a whole of these quotes
Don't know how the hell we floating,
All I hope are these boats
Stocking into my chevy, ride around with these spouts
(Hook)
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up,
I got the hunger for more
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up,
(Verse)
I'm stacking on these chips
Producing on how I switch the kicks
I flip it the whip, I'm sicken then sick
I think somebody slipped me of me
Marry come dance with me
You're like my fantasy
I got all these questions girl
And you got the answer sheet
You know what the dude will teach
'Cause they don't wanna mean to me
The couple out the east
We got the chance to be
I'm out here hitting switches
Front street on the slim
I got a thousand bitches,
But you can be the one
I'm put a whoop, you beat that pussy like a drum
'Til you come 'til you done
Where you from, where you going
And you hit it, feeling bad
Smack it 'til it's red
Everyday I'm playing out with platinum a little bit
Bombay on my course, five carat on my coat
Five days in my city, that's five days in a the top
Niggers know what happen just for talking sideways
And they won't
Better of you don't, take a hit of this dope
(Hook)
Hey, what you niggas know about this money
The kick, got it ready to go
Hundred miles an hour catch me running
Full speed ahead to the dough
I'ma get it, life without a limit
I just want to live it up,
I got the hunger for more
I'ma get it, life without a limit
Yea, Whoooooooooooooooooo
You niggas know what time it is
Its time for that gangsta shit
We aint 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 niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
I treat a dollar like a mill, countin every bill
Cuz if i dont watch mine another muthaphuka will
I went double but i still tuck the steel
Im 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 aint never had a pop. poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so i aint 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
Cuz i know, they rather see my black ass bummy
Aint nuthin funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gangbanger
If a nigga come on property i aint gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt, and it aint paintball
We aint 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 niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
You could fuck around and die over Hip Hop
I dont follow no rules im gettin in here with the town
And if i dont, we gonn' burn this muthaphuka down
Im comin thru swingin like they do in H-Town
And i roll down the window and spin ya bitch face around
Im a stunna, hoggin up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke nigga cant afford to go to sleep
Fuck around and get ya head popped all over the street
And i aint got nuthin for em but the heat
My lil brother want jewelry and Jordans on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin the beat
And if it wasnt for rappin, I'd have ya daughter on the street
I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now niggas 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!
We aint 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 niggas kill for
I make million out yeah
I dont care about a muthaphuka out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
Still building my fortress I bet the outcome is gorgeous
Roses, daisys, orchards, tryna shape this crazy office
S-x scandals in my office
Privileges like the President
Destined to be enormous
Negligence in my residence
Count it out on my life
Kick ball with the evidence
Horror when I first started
Six song with it ever since
Back in it from the future quick
Quick draw, my arrogance
Absolutely mine, bog four in your heavens?
Hated my area, spray? away
Fly my aerial great
Big n-gga scary away
Massacre compare me to none
Stead I'm here my son like Godzilla
When I come, damage here when I'm done
Heart beating from the drum, hammers hear on you some
Huh, motherf-cking bum wouldn't spare you a crumb
Crumbling castle, why would a peasant be a hassle
More like a line backer at you, bleeding tackle
[Chorus]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'ma go for broke
Man this sh-t gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the b-tch sh-t talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
Out the way, watch me get to it, to it, to it, to it
Ammo in the car still, diamonds out the window
Giant, make a regular car look like a limo
I'm hood
So everything aint all good
Caught in the middle I should
Hold down my city how could
You f-ck around with me, why would?
You seek attention, I'm like a lion out the fence when
I'm faced with tension, the audience is as suspensing
Get to it blind fold, mom I been this wild yo?
Treble's run up on you with your eyes closed
Broken heart, minds froze, fridges full of Rose
Parking up the BM as you v in the slow lane?
Shorty like the role-play, well I'ma play the pimp
I got that super fly high sh-t, money made the limp
Dollar bill give me chills
Fat ass fills and model hills
And it's real, I'm going in for the kill
Eye's on another mill, known for ripping down sh-t
Young Shaquille, southside deal, sugar hill
[Chorus]
We getting to it
That's all we do
We gon get some more, that's mandatory too
Life is better rich so I'ma go for broke
Man this sh-t gon sell itself, I got the dough
All the b-tch sh-t talking means nothing till you do it, do it,
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I've been practicing my gas face
cause that's what I'ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the...they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I'm counting paper like the cashier
living like I'm limited, grieving like its my last year
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he'd do it over
Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should wirte 'bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic
[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like me, dont worry, leave you numb the same
play me like I'm something sweet
be apart of summer slayin'
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
they better have ya out
cause where I'm from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home
[Pusha T]
I'ma f-cking rap til you blue in the face
you'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout histroy they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there's one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that n-ggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city's my doormat, them home sweet home
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
f-ck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin' rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life's a b-tcha nd I get (?)
So shocked to be in the bubble, looking from all of these bubbly,
I contribute to what they may show.
I know they love me, love me now for you're loving the memory,
I miss my niggie Louie, anyway, I lead the day for symphony,
I followed through the roads they fill and sing when I go
Until they're dealing cocaine with the flow,
These hoes came with the glow.
I'm off the hook to see my name on the road,
My mind train to get the goal like the brain on the hoe.
They gave me the crown of the town, now I'm fucking on somebody's queen,
In my big I messed the devil, hoes divide the screen.
One more star starring in this movie, the perfect scene,
No hate you, momma, I just hit the purple rain.
Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain't a game done, this is CPR.
As a kid, grandma told me never give it up,
Casualties and early buddies make a nigger tough.
Made it out a pistol fire with my living bus,
Proud out that my air grade got a kids to just,
Depending on the crime they get yourself a bigger cuff,
Ready to die, I get you an early big and puff.
I'm puffing like a king and waiting for that unlimit plus,
Princess time is only complimenting nigger cuts,
Scar the fuck up when they come up wipe away the flow,
Everybody wanna board up, wanna get the cause.
I'm getting my mind concentrate on making yours
Finger on the button, now I'm getting notes.
Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain't a game done, this is CPR.
For religion hear my battle cry,
My shadow fly black pfeifer could inspite until I heard the shot.
Stock a dollar, never satisfied, they say I'm not supposed to be shit,
I'm like fuck them niggers, I rather try.
Board up and I set the sky, fuck the pieces, get a pie,
Scouse the hoes the day's extatic,
Now give me five and tear aside,
The people don't get subtle and put you on an automatic ride.
Loose suit, if I was corn town, it don't matter your town,
I'm kicking one away from the mission, she down.
I know a lot of niggers used to smell,
They used to paint, too many law suits to be losing now.
Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
This ain't a game done, this is CPR.
Summer boogie, how we running through this money,
I have worked too hard to win it let a nigger take it from me, no
[Verse 1]
Now she thinks she know me
Problem is I know her too
Separation the solution
We both don't know what we do
Hating bitches want some hating
When I told her bring 'em through
That is sneaky, they email me
Call her text and pay too
Stuck my dick in every city
But I always feeling used
Stick around when I got high
But you reveal when I was cool
And I was young, dumb, full of con
Greedy bitches pullin' some
Click and run, reputation foul than the hood I'm from
She thinks she working me
She must think I'm stupid
Ain't no joking me
We gon' take that cupid
Fuck you won't take advantage
Of who I rode the blue grind
Hanging out with my surrey
Get that pussy up and roof it
No may pass all of you can
They don't make me day
Like they is bentley when I coupe it
With that in mind it's hard
To get blinded behind the music
Even if I had a heart
I work hard ain't no time to use it
And that day is exclusive
[Hook]
There you go again, acting like you go me
Got mad enough to flick
Country off, nobody gonna play me like a looser
I'mma play them bitches first
Here the loss me, acting like a foolish missing pers
Now get off me, nah ain't no way to make it work
It will cost me, always knew it all
That's my curse, what you faking for
Crazy how you telling me you hate me
I think I hate you more
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you, I hate you
You make me not like you anymore
In fact I think I hate you
Really hope I hate you
I think I hate you more
[Verse 2]
You used to light me up
Grind me shit, move the fire
You got movies back the skeletons
And you's a liar
Just someone you callin'
To get the nut out, open the plier
I don't think the loyal bitch has come out
My foolish priors
Prior with this niggas paper
And she knew better
Then she knew I'll always be major
This is caught in the wind and the grill
Average behaviour, you don't want to sit by yourself
You want someone to save you
Well save that for the next man
My next plan is to player
You play for one of them teams
You got the best change to slay 'em
Play 'em down by the layer
Benjamin Franklin makes the world go round
Throws the cowards probably carrots and merry
That's how they all go down
Don't come around me cause I'm too cold
You may be prepared for what the truth holds
Complex technicality grabbing me through this loop hole
And no actuality, rather me and my coup gone
Gone from the bullshit
if it ain't the witness the jewels
know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose
the hand is always working .. with the tools
if it ain't on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes
I got to win damn if I lose
What's flying in the wind has to come by the tools
I got to win damn if I lose
All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool
We are spending cash over here you swipe it
Your beef .. I ain't a big type of
I think I like'em your wife and
Problem started up boy you are just
Queens bitch clean in the six in your city nigger
I ain't making no team
Gucci polo his rats get smaller
Walk around the world my stacks multicolor
Private jets we ain't got to change plans
Blacking out my haters .fake change
if it ain't the witness the jewels
know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose
the hand is always working .. with the tools
if it ain't on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes
I got to win damn if I lose
What's flying in the wind has to come by the tools
I got to win damn if I lose
All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool
I've been knocking bitches on knocking bitches out
When it comes to .. the soul we got let it trying
This is vampire life we are the day breakers
.. like a piece of paper
The... begun
... mama ticket been here before...
... I gotta change it bringing the swag...
Hot... with a kind of... taste them...
I dream a... by dumb truck... across the border...
... label black and... hustle like a traffic... go... son
... for them, I'm double accent... I'm happy for... pack me
Get out me... I'm not... chronic... tryin' track me
... match me... money is the... evil...
Chorus:
Eyes wide, that's what happen on the cricket cow corner
Eyes wide, that's what happen on the cricket cow corner
... getting stronger, walk around with your head brown and the big corner.
Eyes wide, eyes wide that's what happen on the corner.
... king you know me... I owe... my sword... chasing... sundays I... my shit
... born... my palm... stubborn... I'ma kill my...
... I know they're looking down on me therefore I make a movie on the...
Stupid snitch jacuzzi on the ledge, I hit this groupies...
... like a... ball, fuss 'cause I'm famous... f*ck that...
When I have a baby that baby spall, going like a babysitter... will
... niggas talking still.
Chorus:
Eyes wide, that's what happen on the cricket cow corner
Eyes wide, that's what happen on the cricket cow corner
... getting stronger, walk around with your head brown and the big corner.
Eyes wide, that's what happen on the corner.
I'm on my get away car, drive shit
Fly with me! Listen!
There's a bitch in the road... and I'm rich
Watch a federal alarm to a snitch
Gems on the wrist, shining all sick
You can look at it and tell a little nigga get a chance
Money don't fall, that's probably why I'm popular
Fuck a rap deal, I owe it all to the puppies
Who lived by the... that be frighten me to...
Then I get the white and go round, Jeremy is...
Mommy kissing on the tip of my...
Got the blow brushing to my head like a head stand
Shots come from both sides... that's some...
All color stones nigger fruit loose
Living outside looking like the... truth
Killers right behind and the blue... that don't speak English...
Shawty, lick my thumb so I could count this bread
Busta Bust!
Bitch I'm back with my dice to ride
... all the force sliding on the beat the way you bitch sliding all upon you
They learn a way to trip off
Diamonds falling off the bitches' mind...
Swag or lean, bitches gonna tell 'em what the Forbes magazine...
Bitches... step up in the spot and got wild with the pussy!
Keep it going niggas
... I'll show them how I'll be standing upon you
So... money, bitches climbing up on...
Controlling the form, spending money like you ain't even seen it
The... is costing me a fortune!
Fucking off the street and blowing shit out of proportion
To make my salute to...
Uh, now we're about to stop in Queens
I made the...
Baby I'm the nigga
... we drop the shit and nigga we... beyond!
Baby call people crazy and...
My conscious stay slicker, conscious way bigger
I got Louis V on me and my...
Trying to... the base switching...
Got a heart like... and my rolly is...
I'm a grizzly, I get busy
Got a swag... made the bitch Frisbee
So... I'm starting to get dizzy!
Yeah, you stupid money!
Check me out!
The south city,... at the hospital,
Vive it up, girl, don't let the... trip you
Homie... full of... taking what these niggers own me
Give me room... mother fucker boom,
... must have eaten a mushroom.
Any superhero...
Where's my mother fucker gun?
I ain't plant seeds... grow me marijuana,
... I'm first like Obama.
... watch me catching...
And I'm fucking of for free while I'm investing in the vagina.
I'm a kicking ass, nigger, boxes full of...
Bitches in my... cause my pockets getting fatter,
Soldier, make your boy speak climbing on the ladder,
Success caught my eye and now I've got to have it.
Chorus:
I put it down, make it...
Pass 'em around, it's on the hosue!
She like my style, what I'm about,
I make her smile, I'm in her mouth!
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
I was born to be put on, fly since I was knee high
Stacks in my book bag thick as the Book of Eli
I heard the niggers hate you again and I can see why,
I'm miles away from... I might need...
Four... cause my clothes...
And you take 'em home to...
Shut out to my momma, she don't make...
So much style, I could lend you niggers some,
Money longer than the list of shit you've never done!
My Shawty wasting, but it...
... kick like a... gun.
... apartment full of robbers,
I'm cold... sparking undercover, no!
New money, bill shopping, enough to...
Gotta find some real... mother fucker!
Chorus:
I put it down, make it...
Pass 'em around, it's on the hosue!
She like my style, what I'm about,
I make her smile, I'm in her mouth!
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
Check me out, check me out
[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
f-ck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom n-gger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a n-gga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
...there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don't dare start
you'll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I'm poppin' a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I'm past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as f-ck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground 'em up
I guess you should just shut the f-ck up
and stop f-cking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I'm not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your d-ck cock
is she up to scew and down to f-ck
it's a man's World and I'm trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I'm shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth's up
and I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f-cking butt
and aint sh-t changed, my sh-t still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I'm a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your b-tch means I'ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is d-ck duck tape and a stapler so b-tch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
(Verse)
Hater close your eyes now, picture me realer
My paper thick, my pitch is swollen
Now pull a hitter, I'm Mitch Holleman
Hit 'em with this explosion
Lethal sleeve my arm Hulk Hogan
Even with all of these hittings
We the million I be proffing
Wanted in, you be cooking
A beetle and they can open
We been that might be hungry
Don't feed a rat for this scum
You dumb chicks don't understand
Fuck you laughing at sun
Your name is Bahama Coat
Been lifting up every tree
Thank heavens for my results
This is for heavy D
This is my brighter side, rocks get of from LAD
Come on load it and why came, big boobs in the LAC
You niggers fishing fool, you start no pitch in the rule
Tell your mama you ain't shit, put the crop on you's who
Pull that laverish move, a pile of karat sick jewels
I've been 6 and 16, keep a London fuse
(Hook)
You see don't we say
We sellin', we pay
And know this shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab 'em don't be like betray
Smoking troubles away
Smoking troubles away
I'm here, we got every day
It feels like violence two ways
You niggers nosey as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never meant what they say
I'm just drinking rozay
And keep my troubles away
Keep my troubles away
(Keep my troubles away)
(Verse)
I talk that shit yes I do,
You know my wrists got blue
Married to blocks, said I do
Tell us all the bait with my crew
Seventy sort of cannon
It's gotta take a part too
Yellow kush can't fly
Make sure tape 'em out too
Any dealers we making my niggers waiting out too
No ain't no need for no rushing,
Let's get that paper out too
You down in Miami, bitches fuck while they yap
You niggers talk on my s neck, go pick yourself from the block
Mad as fuck I can tell, greenest stuff on some shelf
But if I hit 'em them pussies, I know the suckers would tell
I'm a menace out here, I'm a product of blocks
And the hate throwing out, I kiss a lot of that glock
Nice and short on the hills, call it milf of the will
You keep on holla at choppers you better get you some shell
I'm a problem I promise, taking down in the Thomas
Smoking down in the eile my money growing, empower
(Hook)
You see don't we say
We sellin', we pay
And know this shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab 'em don't be like betray
Smoking troubles away
Smoking troubles away
I'm here, we got every day
It feels like violence two ways
You niggers nosey as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never meant what they say
I'm just drinking rozay
And keep my troubles away
Keep my troubles away
(Keep my troubles away)
(Verse)
I used to dream of this prophecy
Some time they feed on they coppin'
My presence big as a building
I put your team in my pocket
I'ma bong your wife
She takes my semen and swap it
Them vixens come with a vick on em
Like a queen on a topic
I do the semi way hemmy
The time we be at the tropic
We leave a mess and go
Drop it and it green when I pop it
I stick my chest out to the roof
Soon as you catch up and spit it
Two mean men gon' rebel
I'ma grind up your sis
Fuck you hatin ass niggers
And you hatin ass hoes
We ain't in the same bracket
Too good to be in our flows
'Cause I'm so motherfucking high
I can touch the sky
You have just been outshined
By someone that doesn't try
I'm getting red I ain't got to look for led
Lift a tone, 20 kil one' nigga struck as vague
Fly, I have to go last, let us see all you niggers dead
Torn is for the lessons, got my blessings or wine up dead
(Hook)
You see don't we say
We sellin', we pay
And know this shit be ok
I get that dough everyday
Grab 'em don't be like betray
Smoking troubles away
Smoking troubles away
I'm here, we got every day
It feels like violence two ways
You niggers nosey as hell
And got they eye on the pay
I never meant what they say
I'm just drinking rozay
And keep my troubles away
Keep my troubles away
(Hook)
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all on the hands on the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I am who the world gave me
I'ma get this money son, yeah
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigger born in the slum
(Verse: Lloyd Banks)
You know death's around
I corner but you still broke
Life is a kick in the ass
With a spear toe, when you chasing that real dough
And I'm down to get mine wherever will's go
Wings on the ones I love but the finner things so
With all that being said I let it ring whole
Chill through the winter, spend summer for a screen slow
Check out my ring gold, jamaican terminology
Follow me, then swallow me, it's no apology
That's a part of me, probably why they honour me
I gotta be, top lottery, high commodity
Although it's like a job to me
It's highway robbery
Ride with me, where to?
Should've chopped, obviously
I lost my pops in October, it made me colder
No one to be able to stain shoulder to shoulder
You know where you're sober,
No rewind, no control, no degree, no diploma
Just a harder way to live
(Hook)
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all on the hands on the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I am who the world gave me
I'ma get this money son, yeah
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigger born in the slum
(Verse: Jadakiss)
They ain't given to me so I took it chopped bad and cooked it
Then take it for granted never overlooked it,
Now the bullshit came in, it went out of the oven air
Coming from the laundry, lucky to see another year
Dip another bodybag up, she'd another tear
When I'm all willin' then we gone up the upper tear
It ain't nothing like opening the frigde, and it ain't nothing there
Everybody talking at the same time, nothing clear
Yeah, what's a father supposed to tell his kids
When the revolver become their relatives
And they goin' harder than they ever did
We all die but do we ever live
(Hook)
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all on the hands on the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I am who the world gave me
I'ma get this money son, yeah
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
More than every nigger born in the slum
(Verse: Lloyd Banks)
Sound same as all automatic, cowards at it again
Tackle my chin at me or my kin, thought I was limb
Brought up my kid to Devil's stadium
Red rights if you play with him
But this gift, I'm flaming them lost and they half demon
I sun up with my shady style,
Young and dumb to weavy ride
Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie
You know I'm one hundred you ever gave me five
Son got about this, still griefing the way he died
I rather take an army with me,
'Til then I'm living, fucking bitches, poppin' down and pussy
You piss me off and they picking
I'm way to hard to listen
I'm way to red, I put my future on my doctor history
(Hook)
I've got to live life to the fullest
Put it all on the hands on the knife and these bullets
They ain't got the pullers, got the prey, got the push
I drink til I hurl, got the haze, got the kush
It's me against the world
When I get to where I'm going
I'ma show 'em where I'm from
I am who the world gave me
I'ma get this money son, yeah
Chosen few I feel like I'm one that's all or none
Yea GGGGGGG-Unit
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Uh man i think im addicted to the life that i had
So i risk it runnin the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the suv the bigger u blow the less you see
The more u hear a real nigga lost his life right there
Its hard to believe a flippers the reason he's not here
Damn and still get killed over somethin that aint his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
Thats how it is cigs in old cribs dudes that tote pigs
Live with broke ribs or went under the dirt with the worms
The results of the colds pack funeral homes
U know the names cause we tatooin em on
Im gone just cruisin back 2 in the mornin
So fuck rap im comin at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Ey i got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right thats why they watchin me
As far as i can see its all mockery
And im tryna be all i can be
Now that my foots in the door theres no stoppin me
Pure poetry i got a little pac in me
Now internationally they jockin me
Cause my money green n blue like monopoly
Yea i left a name all around the globe
Yet still southside i was brought up by the code (southside)
N i was told everything aint gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world dont turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummys lose
True u hear the struggle and the grind when i talk
I breathe and i bleed new york
I think i gotta have it
Its keeps pullin me in like a magnet
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block
Its like crack to an addict
It aint to hard for me to grab it
[lloyd banks - verse 1]
wordplay in the worst way
earthquake, niggas is shook, ash in my purp tray,
20′s on benz day, lincoln on thursday,
highday, full fever leaving off the driveway,
cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree,
cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre,
ya baby momma dream about the god
i let her hit the button fingers startin up the car
style when i sleep, snicker when i hit the street
green, pillin' up body builder when i lift the beat
my weed sour my bitches sweet,
marine style but my shit discrete,
watch me make the flip repeat,
i don't trick or treat, but so halloween,
michael myers with the fire trip holla scream,
i gotta lotta cream, and a solid team,
it's like i'm playin solitare,
i don't see a challenge here, yeaaah
[chorus]
money movin on the dime,
ready 123 grind,
niggas better give me mine,
about my funds, top down,
ready for the shine,
gettin to it so inline,
i'm influenced by the gold,
i do it if i tried
i'ma get 'em every time,
ready 123grind!
[prodigy - verse 2]
you know there's rules that you following
and tools get the hollow point
poppin' at these fools
these dudes get their narrow ass deceased
i terminate, unleash the purly gate
put that work in than i spin like a 38
all around the world, back around the world twice
fucking with the internash infamous paradigm
catch your bitch on the line at the concert
i'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity time
i'm the worst of the worst, vultures
come on slime, you aint never in your life never life like mine
this is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime
in my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine
you short like spaghetti, i'm harder than a whale dick
clap a nigga real quick, falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like dominoes, vamonos
i show you how to die, it's career suicide must be on that crack high
coming at me diagonally, the fuck you on your mind fuck be on you niggas brains
it seems you wish death,
yo blow, these niggas playin' games ready for flesh
[chorus]
[lloyd banks - verse 3]
big chain photo, still ? when you see me
hfm in 3d, hood beemer bump my cd
i'ma a creep, do some foul shit every week
f-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets
stay low i'm on that shit, hittin'
looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor
opposite of bubblegum rap, i chew the track
all 4 of my pockets fat, lincoln new york city rap
brighter than my jewelery i'm in line with the stars
i'm from mars, i'm bad stacking domino broads
living large, you gon need 500 bars
when we drive, make bouji bitches climb in the cars
wheels spin the street off, porsche feet off
the haters still hating and they hot as hell
in need of defrost, brick ? shit old
play with me in hospital with a wife widow
[Verse:]
Weed all morning! – And then it dawned on ‘em (uh!)
The niggaz that call him “the best” – I moonwalk on… [scratches]
[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Weed all morning! – And then it dawned on ‘em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him “the best” – I moonwalk on ‘em! {BRING IT BACk! }
I’m air gasoline! (uh!) – I’ll put the torch on ‘em!
They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these… [scratches] {LET’S GO! }
[Verse:]
Weed all morning! – And then it dawned on ‘em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him “the best” – I moonwalk on ‘em!
I’m air gasoline! (uh!) – I’ll put the torch on ‘em!
They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these horns on ‘em! (yeah!)
You fall on morning – before it start stormin’
Ain’t really no competition – I rip apart all ‘em! (all ‘em)
Go call ‘em! – I serve niggaz till they get borin’ (borin’)
Midnight, midday, mornin’! {GOD-… } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G’s (yeeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC’s, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay’ jus’ copped – now that’s triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PO can’t rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [? ] knees
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sneed!
You know you can’t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe (uh!)
Please don’t ask me how I’m livin’ when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin’ Franklyn’s
I land where it’s ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus’ waitin’ (word!)
Cookin’ up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin’! (you nerves!)
Listen! – Cause I ain’t got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin’ black man; bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
f-uck my enemies! (yeah!) – I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like “Amistad”! (YEEEAH!)
Sh-t-talkin’ cause I’m out my car
Leak and the drama [? ] sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! – These old niggaz entrees!
You thinkin’? – Cause I been drinkin’ like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain’t nuttin’ changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new [? ] they lucky if I do ‘em twice,
About to catch my flight to Nice! – Cause I’m nice! (YEEAH!)
Dime after dime I’m the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin’ over the damn chair! (uh!) – Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give ‘um wide walls and damp hair
There’s no falacio in the Lamb’, yeah, let’s camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I’m kinda rocky
I’m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi! (on?)
First by the Rolls! – Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty rats on that – cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon’ turn your back on your back bone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin’ on Pat-rone! – There’s no chillin’ me! (chillin’ me!)
My lifestyle’s fast dome! – Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!)
The pu-sy only really yours on her period!
Period! – Long move, check big boy
Mansion, man don’t tell me there’s a sextape, Lloyd; (uh, uh!)
BANK$! – Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I’m shttin’! – You gon’ need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy’ll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
“Mary Jane” life her! – The only chick that gets it from me
I’m on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I’m hearin’ all the comparin’ and the s-it is funny (pfff!)
We’re not the same I’m different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin’ his ass off, I grip the glass jaws;
My flow “Predator” with the mask off!
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I’m back forth!
One man attack force
The knife wonder eight other planets, that’s [? ] – You want bash, boss?
Headed on a crash course! – My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! – You’re all mice!
On [? ] wouldn’t fall off the floordrop
[? ] more hot! – And everything that your not!
Warlock! – Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It’s all lies he’s gonna call the cops!
You ain’t a MC, you a fat b-tch; I get you Swiss cheese for Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin’ one-knees and backflips! – All over rap s-it!
And the whole crew at the same time
I’m [? ] it’s game time! – And I ain’t even in my prime!
My waistlines’ a grey Nine; that’ll make your ass
Run like a grey dame! – Chasin’ dollar bills,
Don’t chase fame! – These niggaz really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn’t so many I’d name names, but “Gay-ame”!
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain’t grow up like most kids! – Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs!
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game’s full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
We bring the guns out when they go club!
Bottles and Bud! – Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dicked out with a thug!
Dick down on the rug, I skip town with a love!
Blind who? – Take these big diamonds and blood!
[Outro]
Yeah…
I’ve returned!
The PLK!
V5 on the way…
Any day!
I hear you stupid niggaz still talkin’, man…
I’m vexed!
Featuring: Juelz Santana
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, your scheming don't affect me
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't hand cuff, you can get the whole damn crew
Get in my Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beat it, I bet she let me, she been fiending since she met me
I'm the coolest shit, especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
This is heavy, new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry
Andretti on Pirelli, make a movie out the ghetty
Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready
Pink Rosé and chronic smelly while stumblin' out the telly
I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very
Ginsu and machete, when my pencil move is deadly
Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out of lezzie
Magazine, Mac, Dessi keep my windows like the Prezzie
Press a button than I'm stuntin my roof look like it's duckin
Meter go two-hundred something and my trunk do wonders bumpin
I am not the one for chumpin', I will ratchet out and slump 'em, dump 'em
Nigga, you better off dead, ya money red
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high
Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't hand cuff, you can get the whole damn crew, get in my
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, your scheming don't affect me
Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I be movin', I be movin'
Making movies Tom Cruise-in', if its action than I'm shootin'
Pockets fat, necks stuntin', boy, my nick name should be Ruben
My Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
And he know just how I get it so we 'bout to introduce him
Got a girl named Cigar called her that because she Cuban
Got a black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be boothin'
Gotta watch her 'cause she use it but she fuck me like she stupid
And she always ready to give me that becky
Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
Hit the club, order bottles, see them sparks in the sky
We'll have this whole bitch lookin' like the 4th of July
But if you pussies get to frontin' and the pushing lead to shovin'
We just bustin' and we leaving like it's nothin'
If it ain't the Gucci or the Louis then it's Polo or it's Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me she be baggin' bitches for me, in my
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, your scheming don't affect me
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high
Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by
I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new
I don't hand cuff, you can get the whole damn crew
I got a girl named Kima and Kima like Christina
Baby, three don't make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her, turn it over, scream her
Then it's one, two, I'm through, see ya, I scoop her in my
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, my jeans are never empty, bitch
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Lloyd Banks - Be that way sometimes:
Yeah, shouts to the ones that’s real
Shots for the ones that aint
Stabs for the type that tell
Dictate the next mans fate
As long as my legs stand straight
I’ll be running to catch my cake
Bounty hunted and still get high
Ride till the day I die
Sigh when the jake ride by
Sprint when the jake car stop
Move too slow and you know where you’re going
A trip to the gate, bye bye
You think you got 8-9 lives?
You think you can walk in my shoes?
You’re smoking entirely too much,
Going against me,you lose.
What exactly does that prove?
Your bones aint platinum, you bruise
I hold the ratchet and tool
Pop this bastard then bloom
I cop it, crash it, get two
I stop and laugh at your crew
Then hop through the top, cuz there’s no top
On top of that, Im cool
And I ride with the gatt, rob who?
I’m a problem, in fact im two
Im so calm on the track, im smooth
Go anywhere the fuck I choose
I ain’t no normal nigga
Damn sure never been ordinary
Can’t say the same for these other niggas
Bunch of shit you done saw already
Armoured kit, and the doors heavy
A nigga gun me, and it wont be there
I move like, the room right
swear to god, only real niggas up in here
Money’s my favourite smell
Kush is my favourite colour
I love her
And we don’t party ways, cuz im a smuggler
Hustler! I keep my mind locked in on my gwop and
I’m dime poppin and car shoppin
Thin vesting and 9 glockin
I can’t never see crime stopping (why?)
Too many niggas aint got nothing (right)
Random bodies in sacks dumpin
Most niggas wanna get a cocked something
That ain’t you nigga, stop frontin
Cuz I aint never been no fool
You got your tool
And I got mine too
I’ll turn you to a fucking pool
Life’s so ‘ooohh’
Nothing new
Fuck with those that fuck with you
Im comfortable and im up to 2
Million more niggas hating
I’ve been waiting & I’ve been patient
Would have flipped if I werent caking
Im a long way outta that basement
In that hallway higher than Satan
I aint fall out on the pavement (???)
Ima call out and replace him
I’ma ball-out and disgrace him
In a mall out on vacation
Im against whatever’s against a G
This bitch industry ain’t meant for me
It’s full of girls, and punk niggas
That right there ain’t the way to be
Fuck the law, I say it free
Even when they free my niggas, WE
Gonna be against the odds…
Uh, Uh, Yeah
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 cuz 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)
Uh, niggas 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?
Niggas 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
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz 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)
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 plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart faggot
I prey niggas 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
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 cuz 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)
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 chit 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
Niggas 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
Focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cuz 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
[Eminem Intro]
Yeah you got me,
I’m up now, it’s your loss
Suffered to you
History is like a point of no delay
Keeps repeating itself, what else can I say
You wondering why I act this way
Never should have gave you the time of day
I guess you know what time it is now ay
[Eminem]
There must of been a gust of wind
Cause you change your mind everytime it blows
And you just changed it a motherf-ckin again
You just said you just wanted some dick ‘fore I stuck it in
I wouldnt of been such a prick to you
F-ckin men you say you dont trust em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushing
Some sh-t is goin down
You must’ve just not of been truthful from the start
See for me it’d be nothing to say you never had my heart
But I’d be lyin
F-ckin see why they call this bullsh-t a relationship, ships sink
And you know its love as soon as you fall in it cause shit stinks
And it feels like everytime I f-ckin do I get jynxed
Cupid must’ve put a curse on me
6 weeks have went buy and we only spoke twice
I’m sittin in your driveway callin’ you from the car
Suffice I think its safe to say you’re not at home
I’m callin your cell phone you answer
But I can tell though that your not alone
How was I to know it should of been time to go a long time ago
I kept holdin on
Its comical when I think back now
Why I couldnt get the hint
You feel the draft you were throwin I wasnt catchin’ your drift
But theres a cold breeze blowin over me
Im over you, success is the best revenge to pay you back
And that payment is overdo
I overcame odds to get even
The sober me is shittin on the unsober you
And I hope they play this in every club your go into
I’m hauntin’ you bitch everywhere you turn im following you
Cause I loved you with every ounce of me
You know its true, its killin you now, yeah
I hope the hoe dies slow in you
Its cause of you now I dont ‘em trust at all
F-ck a middle finger up
I’m gonna just keep grabbin my balls, cup em
I’ll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up em
So buttercup dont try to come back knockin on my door all dolled up
[Eminem - Chorus]
Cause I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
Cause I’m gon be just fine without you, you’ll see
There aint no-one on this Earth right now I’d rmuch rather be
Cause God-dammit I’m glad that I’m me
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
You’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t ’cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
You’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t so you just feel like you
[Lloyd banks]
I’ve had it for the last time
You’re actions got me hot as my last rhyme
You’re options will either get put out greenwich or as fine
Fine just aint gon cut it
Drama is what you’re in love with
You’re one of them b-tches you run with
Lately I’m feeling smothered
You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered
Conceited with cover girl motives
I gotta rise above it
You think them models loving me
I’m thinking bout who doesn’t, doesn’t really matter what you say
Sickness in my stomach,
Told you I was gon be splitting, you don’t think I mean it
Meant it, everything I got, f-ck you
Ain’t no secret no apologies you keep it
Now that I’m doing my thing and you peep it
The badder times all outweigh the recent
Your energy who needs it
Every rumour you hear you go believe it
Point out the times you’ve seen it
You stabbed me should linked it
Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out
It’s my f-cking life, let her find a way to stay out
Bet you thought I’d break, aint that easy
Bet you thought I need you a million times before you need me
Leave me everything that I gave to you
Aint no freebies get your coat and go
The female pinnochio, money hungry, hopeless hoe
You f-cking with my focus so
Go back to that trunk that played the role before
Love is like a cancer when you don’t let go (go)
I’mma blow fo ‘sho
Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don’t need you sinking us
I hope you float, lying through my teeth I hope you don’t
(drown, drown)
Now the sound of every dope
Bottles pop out while he smoke
Hit me pride that we broke
Let them girls crowding me go
If they got something to show
Let em show me how I love, I’m never lonely
Never even left a scar
You fell hard, I’m laughing
Ha ha ha ha ha
Tyre smoke fancy car
Nothing is what we are
No beginning no tomorrow
Cause I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
Cause I’m gon be aight without you, you’ll see
There aint no-one on this Earth I’d much rather be cause God-dammit
I’m glad that I’m me
[Eminem - Chorus]
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
You’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t so you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
You’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
My... is like the stars that please the night
The... makes the day, bright day...
Lights the way
Do you have any idea what you stumbled on?
Fuck chores 8 time the sun is on
I'm eating up and I'm out the pot
My style came from the suns...
Shine so great get the crowd shades
Mind get burned when the sun perform
On point cause you don't get 2 mistakes
There's... and apes, I'm jungle born
... to myself, 4 g's in these belts
You cold freezing and I'm so...
Sitting on seasons, be stealth
Things at the game... this ain't gonna feel
Now everybody popping shit cause I'm popular
Think I've just seen a binocular
Put me anywhere and I'll stand out
Kick... the opera, figure I'll bring at a throwback
But the bitch look mean and they jocking up
But I'm getting type and you know that
And I'm yelling out where the hoes at
Selling out of the Kodak
Tell them that... go back
Killing them... still be a legend but no plat
Million dollar my door mat
I get them with pulling my own raps
I'm chilling on something exclusive
On a south side, nigga hold that
Shout to my bishops, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down,... kill a shit
We run the town, g'd up, put it down
We run the town, g'd up, put it down
Hey yo, my mask on like give me that
Max born, we empty that
Act wrong, we cut strong and max on
My fendi strap
4 door that Bentley flat
Like corns drop plenty racks
4... you talk more than you snitching cats
Fuck... hungry...
Nigga you don't know what they put me through
Should have gained from the block what I rock from the stoop
We will try to block... tryna copy remove
I get a... tool
Bossling, they call me Ross Thing
To save the... through Rolls Royces...
Shout to my bishops, I got a million
Fuck all my haters, fuck how they feeling
My money is up, up to the ceiling
You buzzing back down,... kill a shit
We run the town, g'd up, put it down
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound to hear it clap
u wont have another birthday CAKE afta that
cause Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
adn I been gone for the winter
but now a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you muthafuckas lookin like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
dont get moved by the tools
battle wounds on ya shoes wait
control ya hate
u aint ridin in dem 6s
(WHY?) cause u spendin all ya CAKE on dem bitches
I need the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
You heard Banks said so i know i got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad
I dont give a fuck
Its goin down like that
I done been through every hood
dead niggas gone rap
in the heart of a victim murda is monumental
i dont complicate shit, yea i keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through
southside trama drama wit gallamas
i conversate wit killas its usually about life
politic wit lawness its usually about white
im da poster child of violence
im the boy on the poster
when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster
yeah listen up chicko
i hustle i get dough
u fuckin wit a sicko
i spazz let a clip go
cannon out da rental
beam to ya temple
i squeez blow your mental
all ova ya friends
me im from the street
we aint nothin sweet
the home of the homies
theres a body every week
now i dont hear the sirens
but they prolly gonna creep
plottin to pull me ova
plant the CAKE in my jeep
so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek
cant a muthafucka breathin tell me i cant eat
show me the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
niggas slow down pump ya breaks
no mistakes
cause the jakes
run the plates
then u headed up state
for rollin round wit a steak
niggas start up the beef
and run straight to the cops
you a bitch ass nigga
the cupCAKE of the block
any nigga disrespect the click gettin shot
round here niggas get found upside down
LLOYD BANKS:
ugh.. bury me wit my enemies dead and gone they gonna remeber me
weather me in the dirt nigga, power hold its own power in the P's
money bring fleas and crack put palm queens on knees genetics like the
jeans on feens..DIRTY im 730 and i feed off queens EARLY i drive bentleys
and i speed off scenes pearly necklace all over ya ex ya wife ya girley
life flys that'll push you to the limit
fuck just gettn by thats no way to live it
wat the fuck do you take me for? try to take something youll be layin on the floor
??? comrade breathin in before i lose a nigga everytime im leavin on a tour
ayo only respect war bullets squeezin out the four
heavens door gotta be better than
anything we seen before..
Fuck talkin lets take em to war, drama after drama see them layin
on the floor..what the fuck do you take me for?? eye for an eye time to even out the score
id rather be not here than hungry.. I'm sick when I'm not near my money they want me to lose but imma win
i made it there before and imma make it there again.
Ugh bullshit kept to a minimum come at me on sublimenal imma retaliate strait
you need a M mack miracle its a don bomb lyrical somethin chemical hungry enough
to strait plates a sure shotter im raw sour the morgue hours the whores crowd us for 24 hours
you know cowards, fightin em is one of my superpower, stupid dollas, swagga and the coupe is stylin'
used to violence, old beef, new medallions youve been drownin, im flyin en route to islands
G-unit soldier on the frontline of the new battallion the cars German the paints Black, the shoes Italian
i dont cuddle or kiss french, shorty you wilinn... no need for a stylist im already stylin
Profilin, jealousy n crime tellin keep the neighbor hood on edge aint no body smiling
Fuck talkin lets take em to war, drama after drama see them layin
on the floor..what the fuck do you take me for?? eye for an eye time to even out the score
id rather be not here than hungry.. I'm sick when I'm not near my money they want me to lose but imma win
So you say you a gangsta, riiight
Are you really a rider, yeeaa
You don't take shit from no one, nooo
And got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let's go
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, it's 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 yall for real
Go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like bulletholes 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 can't sleep
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 won't see tomorrow
I ain't even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a choppa
White fan base cuz 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 ya boy to Singapore
My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em
Evisu's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo
We don't tolerate the cock-blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips
Watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks
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 won't see tomorrow
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 ya 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 ya
And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by tryna blast me
Cuz my window got the glass from a taxi
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
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)
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
(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)
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 Mazaradi, Ferrari, yeah the Range
This is Southside street talk the hood slang
And my product, a open your nose like good Caine
(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
[Lloyd Banks]
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting
winter falls when I cake more
Bag models and crush 'em
I aint never been a cuffa,
my lifestyle is custom
chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustlin,
Lamborghini sunk in
dimes humpin in tight bikinis when I'm out doin somethin,
I know it's something for me to notice you,
Problem is I'm thinking her too,
And ya crew, a girl smooth,
Got a body like a spur do, and I wanna cruise,
Hit gears to make this whole move,
I'm so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels,
Make my own rules, baby I'ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell fucking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit you in the pretzel,
and I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful.
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
If I don't remember you!
[Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress
champagne splashes, diamond glasses,
A couple backstage passes, and they find
yeah, how we gettin home, 'cause the keys are gone
get dressed quick bitch grab my phone,
Walkin out alone, smellin like chronic bag cologne,
Drivin home still drunk hope they don't pull me,
Cause I'm driving with the pully and its loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I'm ain't a rookie, hear me?
I love chips treat em like my family,
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out,
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps,
It's goin' down as long as she black jack,
I'm fucked up it, lets hope I can snap back,
The last text I got says I missed you,
I must of missed something...so forgetful
[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
So forgive me girl I'm so forgetful
There's too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don't remember you!
Yea Haha niggas its 2006 and im back in this bitch
G-Unit
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
Rap gone get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzla
The drama is a part of the story that ima give ya
The black mags and backstabs are so familiar
The knapsacks and blackbags are full of scrilla
That lame aint a killa he softer than chinchilla
And ima gt see a 4 door wheela
Matta fact this summer its 44 4 wheelers
45 on my side shorty ride for his pride
Fourty eyes on the prize now im energized
Nothin but shiny shit around the neck n rimz
Bitches only come around when ya gettin record spinz
What a way to double up im headin on my second wind
Rollin luggage on the jet i aint gotta check it in
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways
Hollow tip graze ell put a part through ya waves
Half christian half killa half man half gorilla
I pop sumthin do a nigga dirty for that scrilla
Now im floored d's kick the door
Found me on the floor by my toilet tryna flush that raw
Toilet wouldnt flush im fucked
Half a brick of yay goin round and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill blow the engine out ya hemi no doubt
Im new york citys pharoe
Ill have u starin down the barrell
You got em good get em its cool hit em
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck are you
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
I got to get it got to get it
You about to get that ass caught up in some shit
We about to show that ass how it get
When the jealousy turn envy n the shit
Turn deadly the innocent gets hit
Pull up in them whips
Tinted out spittin out
Hollows and they rip
Niggas apart in the dark
Or its day time its good with me
Just cool i brought the whole hood with me
We had a gabriel right before MTV
So we can g him to give us that chain for cheap
We got david and jacob for them bracelets and rings
Cause our verse in the hood makes their names ring
She take a picture with me on Bet
She the new talk of the hood its PCP
One taste of the stick she hooked like fish
Me banks and hav got this shit vice gripped
When i come through im comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We dont permit outsiders amongst the crew
(click clack) matta fact who the fuck is you
I got to get it got to get it n u can roll if u with it
I got to get it got to get it the world and whats in it
And you can get it you can get it in a new york minute
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne i am back
hope the shit from my .. don't become me
horses like the dirty i am spitting .. give too much space
like the abducted .. i want it all like people me and
i am getting in the car see the top is always ..
i am not the one in . you mean i am .. bitches and
she jogging she is in the car with me she take me shopping
she trip me .. living out of my fathers hopes
chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne i am back
hope the shit from my .. don't become me
all the folks use to think i was a piece of shit
used to beat crack money then i got my ..
i ain't just holding this gun i am sleeping with it
.. put it down outside
now is room service for dinner
i ain't even tell you .. for dinner
.. my niggers left like .. entrepreneur .. actors
leave you a car for a .. me and banks got our eyes on the ..
chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne i am back
hope the shit from my .. don't become me
i am the best thing .. my haters
.. gangster favor our baby born .. family problem
.. kicking with some .. get the money
.. hope my enemies don't get none
.. side ways .. cool grammy bitches ..
competition and shook them right off the map
chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne i am back
Whooooooooooooo.....
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y
Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playin' the boarder
your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
not from New York to Georgia, they recognise the slaughter
diamonds around the boarder, a platinum icepick
we in them Lambs the colour 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 ?? in my sock, I'm hot
if I like it I'ma cop it on the spot, why not
these haters still won't give me my props, I'm shot
I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
all I got is the street, my word, my glock
these little niggaz emulatin' me know why
know why, know why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y
Hey..
Pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
hologram rims, a lotta Benjamins
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
rollin' blunt after blunt blowin' bump out the trunk
now I can take a shit on all of y'all, dump after dump
I'm high when I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
don't front, and get to rockin', and my cliqêe is poppin'
now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flockin'
I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whooly that
now we got enough toys to knock the city back
beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap
they copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never lose
the illest never one at a time, just by the two's
and ooohhh, you should see what my song make 'um do, uh
Uh..
Two figures up yup, Henny in my cup yup
Semi in the cut yup, a very nice truck yup
I'm all might stuck yup, pocket full of ?? yup
I knock your wife up yup, man I don't give a fuck, nah
The Unit's in this bitch, you know who I'm with
rollin' out the piff, six after six
hangin' out the whips rocks bangin' off my wris'
I'ma ball till I die, why, cuz I'm a Play B-O-Y
If you come from the bottom Put Your Hands Up
The hood ?? got the rap then Put Your Hands Up
You and your cliqêe get it poppin' Put Your Hands Up
If you front I'm leavin' outta her ein 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..!!
[Intro]
I NEED MORE BOTTLES!!!
[Chorus]
I'm a need a double, bring it on a double (YEAH!)
A bottle each hand, I'm the fuckin man (YEAH!)
Cars, double, broads, double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
And I can do what I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk (UH HUH!)
They 'gon think about this stunt all month (YEAH!)
[Verse 1]
Don't nobody see y'all 'cause we are the best (UH!)
The mighty mighty Unit blue fitted blue vest
Watch me get 'em who's next? Who wanna be the one
I'm shinnin royal diamonds in the night club with my gun (YEAH!!!!)
Back to the money twenty four hours committed
And I'm strapped, like the mummy you a dummy you could get it
You ain't gettin nothin from me better get it how you live it (YEAH!!!!)
All my days are sunny, I stay wherever you visit
Rich nigga I ain't got to think all day
Cash made Rozay and my mink long hey
I own V.I.P. have a drink on me
Girl we run this city that's how shit 'gon be (HEY)
[Chorus]
I'm a need a double, bring it on a double (YEAH!)
A bottle each hand, I'm the fuckin man (YEAH!)
Cars, double, broads, double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
And I can do what I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk (UH HUH!)
They 'gon think about this stunt all month (YEAH!)
[Verse 2]
Yeah! Uh! Shorty say I talk alot of shit
I told her fuck talkin I can back it up quick (YEAH!)
She seen as I'm sittin this two hundred thousand whip
And I ain't never seen a vagina I couldn't hit
I, roll up like a Marley in my brand new Klum Kardi's
Lamborghini, Ferrari when I pull up at the party
She's usually snotty now she's showin off her body
Frontin and while she's walkin and claim that's she's ridin shotty
Moet, Henny, Bacardi have ya chasin everybody (YEAH!)
Outside Bentley hittin so four wheel at the cotty (YEAH!)
G's! Check! Bentley! Jet!
Sour on deck! Frizzy! Neck baby!!!
[Chorus]
I'm a need a double, bring it on a double (YEAH!)
A bottle each hand, I'm the fuckin man (YEAH!)
Cars, double, broads, double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
And I can do what I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
My baby outside you should hear my trunk (UH HUH!)
They 'gon think about this stunt all month (YEAH!)
[Outro]
I can do what I can do whatever I want
I can do what I can do whatever I want
I'm a need a double, bring it on a double
I'm a need a double, bring it on a double
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
Nah I cant play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can cock back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you niggaz how to rap
I'm crack, that's snowy white powder on the track
I told 50 I was going to take it to the top
Get close and get pop like hot bacon out the pot
And my goonys are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops
And speaking' bout cops, you niggaz better stop quelling
And if I get knocked, I'll make bread on your head by the million
Crawl up the ladder tattle tattle be in the building
?? so they blow up the building
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
I roll up cause it's a hold up
Aint nothing funny stop smiling
It be the reason the crowd piling
Don't complain and die over a chain
Bang bang gang green neighborhood game
You know me I'm slipper as them baggy sweets
I throw a bitch out the crib like Jazzy Jeff
All the hate is sidelining and they mad he next
Cause I got the bunny's with them fatties yes
My ride thumping, talking shit, stunting
It will be repeated thumping if my finger push the button
Just for bluffing, hit for nothing
You can bust him, it don't matter the vehicle custom
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
I'm from New York, New York niggaz die for the cheese
I air your house out like a can of fabreeze, at ease
Ease up soldier, I pull up in the rover
Click clack, ya whole life over
Baking soda and your work they go' buy it, nope
Cause them fiends getting tired of that dieing coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a crack baby
Ask Slim Shady, my gun game crazy
Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk
We grimy, we dirty in New York, New York
Blood spill around here and don't care about court
Take a pack and bring it back and don't come up short
Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the AK, OK
You scared, get the fuck out the way
too much thinking
on top of that don't get how i drink it
i am flowing on clouds now
watching these niggers singing
you dream too much you lose your time
.. i have been talking my sense now is time to ..
you tunr on his path thank for choose it ..
i came her unexpected i am a living legend
born in this hell .. wake up this morning no
that's where they are coming back ..
blowing on my jack ..
chorus
let's get this money
let's make stack
let's make history cause they cannot take that back
back to bowling spinning
.. on these women
cut a bitch at the movie
take a look of how i am living
if you knew what it took
i will take it back on a roll
before .. bitches platinum and gold
i got it all for .. contract my soul
i have born and die
now i am back on my
we are out here gambling and...
i always been a rebel never been a cougher
.. you are so humble out in public
.. 6 or 7 new one i switch them at the mall ..
i am always on stage .. i know is physical
i pick up the dimes i think i am invisible
i pray god i get rich get money spiritual
chorus
let's get this money
let's make it stack
let's make history cause they cannot take that back
back to bowling spinning
.. on these women
cut a bitch at the movie
take a look of how i am living
if you knew what it took
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!
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
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!
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
[Intro: Jeremih]
OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OOOOHHHHH!!!!
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It ain't even the puss I got you ma
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah you're finger lickin fine
In due time I'm sure that I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knees ya
Need ya like you need me, and don't mislead ya
Love's free, but treat it wrong and pay the price
Get down on one knee, that bitch 'gon leave with half your life
Man believe me, I ain't 'gon feed ya bad advice
Look it's easy, so don't forget to strap up tight
Ride, hide yourself as if I kept you so
I love you enough to let you go
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it
If I, put all I got in you and someone got you naked
You work hard for money but it's harder when you make it
This chick's comin fast, here's your heart 'fore I break it
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, what type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down and wreck, ya life's fucked up
I gotta shake you out my system cause with the fuckin and kissin
And all your emotions mixin puts me in a tough position
Baby what I am supposed to do?
I can't control my actions when I'm close to you
We been away too long, girl we overdue
I guess the cake get enough, you wanna eat it too
See me and you, have a magnet in between, like it's pullin me close
I'm like a addict for your scream, you're fully loaded toast
A automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast
I got to have you like the green, your swagger's more than most
I got a sex drive that won't allow me to 'lax
Bring on the next five, look how they crowd on my lap
Booty breast thighs keep ya boy relapsin back
And you deserve way more than that, I'll just fall back
[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
[Outro: Jeremih]
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
Featuring: 50 Cent
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me
I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up
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 outta the club with a scar, we came to party
We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl s***in' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a n** to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherf***er be
I'm a rap star who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the g** 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
I'm a b******
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one, keep your g** and get your a** hit, that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same n****s you used to party with
Hands up, shorty when you party with me
We goin' way past quarter to three
I said hands up, I'm good in the V.I.P.
I got my h***** right here with me
I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up
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 outta the club with a scar, we came to party
We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party
I cruise through the strip, 22's on the whip
New r*** gonna hit thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip, follow rules or get whip
N**** move or get hit, I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by them p*****
I'm the news out the bricks n**** who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I f*** the drool outta chick
My n****z 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 s***, the everyday mentality
They charged up, don't make me put in the battery
I said hands up, you know when you party with crooks
You gotta learn to respect the jooks
I said hands up, everything ain't cruise to fame
This s*** ain't sweet as it looks, I said hands up
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 outta the club with a scar, we came to party
We pop bottles like it's all free
Fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar, we came to party
You can order what you want it's on me
I'm a G take a look at star, we came to party
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
(Intro)
I'm drunk, I'm high, demon gettin' by here x8
(Verse)
Oh stand up dog, got the marrow from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
Jumping bitches off the frame
Throw these dollars make them work
Slick ass to she can get a nigga on
That mammals know she won't
Easy to broke you don't keep hoe
Let me kill that bitch we rough
Real for the real, who wanna be broke
Daddy on there I gotta be both
Life's too short, gotta be close
Tryin' to get it big house out of these folks
Give me two years, it'll probably be three
I'm for those mansions make my flee
On regular tip, I'm hit
Your lip, I'm super dude
Don't make me sip that track
Just like that like I have never knew ya
Trippin' hoes just like menorah
I'm a nova like boyah
I'm tway, overslick, way on the whip
Neck this of the collar
I've been drunk and high all day y'all
Bowing down as a AR I heard
Money, money coming whole week
Been with a fifty pounds on the radar
Now, I'ma send a front of a snake
We all walk around with the same scar
Seems like it's real but it ain't
Bet these trips to the bedroom changed now
(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er'day I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be wenches fuck
Rat's tough, we gon' get by
Baddest bitch is getting tough
I'm drunk, I'm high, damn it gettin by here x4
(Verse)
A hater, a playa, he's definitly in your radar
My bitch goes to work and she fucks me on her day off
Laid off huh, why would she fuck with a nigga like you
She wanna fuck with a nigga, ain't you
Nr.1 gangster can't be two
Gotta get dough I ain't tryin' to be poor
Nigga go broke and his rap many slow
Last in my done like I'm trying on soap
I'm so dope everyone be hope
What the fuck you mean, what the fuck you know
Still ain't met another nigga like me
See when the seaweed grows in the sea
I don't take shots motherfucker I'm a G
Let's get smoke, show some relax
And have no worries 'cause I'm blessed
Made 20 thousand dollars through a fucking text
And I said yes before I stretch my neck, you see these necks
Yo this your town, then fucking respect
I'm the headline you don't get my jack
Blackwood smoke let a real nigga smoke
I blow shine right behind these notes
Tryin' to get a house up on these folks
Can't down rap or real dough smokes
Swack a blunt I sit around
Drive it bitch and make it down
Do your best to smoke it all
Bet you all a million now
(Hook)
Pounded now smoke joints
Er'day I'm getting stuck
In my city they get down
Watch the way I hold it up
Won't give in, won't give up
I gotta be wenches fuck
Rat's tough, we gon' get by
Baddest bitch is getting tough
(uh huh)
I keep my hip on pound
Cause chickens hectic in my town
Drag my family with me cause that’s how real niggas get down (gea)
If it wasn’t for 50 I probably wouldn’t be around (gea)
Caught up in the temptation sitting in jail or in the ground (gea)
If for that if you snap a finger and I’ll lay a nigga down (whoo)
It’s fucked up when you’re only facial expression is a frown (uh huh)
A hood rat will put a future in a fool’s pants
Till she find out you can’t buy furniture with food stamps (uh huh)
A year ago I made a decision before I shut my eyelids
Better if I get shot tomorrow cause I don’t like surprises
When you hot as an oven they with open arms
When you cold as a freezer niggas treat you like they don’t need ya
Some people call it ?? me I call it amnesia
Live my life principal driven never bite that hand that feeds you (uh)
Never mind all the haters fuck’em all let them die slow
All I need is my niggas, money, liquor and hydro (I kno)
Everybody gon’ die one day
Whether it’s natural cause it's a gunplay
But fuckin with me you sliding down a one way
I keep it gangsta from Monday to Sunday
Don’t blame me
Blame my mom and pop for breeding this (uh huh)
The game needed this
Lloyd Banks AKA Mr. I don’t feed a bitch
Don’t need a bitch
I stay there when I need a bitch
You want a trick you need to switch
Cause I don’t think you could beat this bitch (whoa)
This is all I gotta have to blow
So whether it’s fast or slow
Platinum flow making it easy to kidnap a hoe (uh huh)
Pop the back
Pass the dro
Roll about a half an O
The git citizenship my pimp is international (yee)
You gotta agree
These motherfuckas will probably find
Bin Laden before they find a nigga hotter than me
We on top as far as I can see
And since the hood watching me
My regular trip to the mall is a shopping spree (damn)
I’m the #1 draft pick none of ya’ll are topping me (uh huh)
I move around with the plastic you ain’t dropping me (uh huh)
They show me love on my city
They fuckin with me and I’m fuckin with them
Nigga G-Unit till the end (Gea)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence)
And you'll no longer be walkin (walkin)
Ya six inches from a coffin (coffin)
So I suggest you stop talkin (talkin)
And make me result to violence (violence) Nigga.. (nigga)
Yeee..
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way (yeah)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (yeah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (whooooo)
Uh..
I'm on the prowl with the hammer, hardly smile at the camera
Too many niggaz is dyin', i'm spendin' time with my grandma (geah)
A hundred grand in the safe, a hundred grand in your face
A million plus in the bank, will scuffed in the paint (Oh!)
You handcuffin' that bitch, she dont wanna be with you
All she want is your chips, my lil' nigga beat it too (uh huh)
Stick the heaters through, so we can party good
Rare son will beat it through, brawl it out in Hollywood
The Boywonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne, all my carrots are green (uh)
The booda is purple (uh) we rule and i hurt you (uh)
You movin' in circles, we do it all, movies, commercials (God Damn!)
Stadiums, clubs, ladies and thugs, hood and the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet cuz i'm good with my words
I'm ready for war, i'm stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips, you niggaz ain' even hoodrich.. (Geah!)
I came in this world by myself (uh huh)
So i don't need no friends (nope)
I rather have it this way
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me (geah)
Cuz i can take you off here today
I rather have it that way (uh huh)
It's ok, it's ok (Ghea!)
Keep your circle official, watch them niggaz thats with you (why)
Outsiders'll get you, hot shit in your tissue (sue)
All i need is my figures, i aint stressin' no hoes (uh)
Ridin' roudn with my niggaz, hand crushin' that 'Dro
Fiddy made me a star, now they know who we are
Album top of the charts, your condo is my car (Ha)
Income is my chain. stash box is my watch (huh)
You fairly new in the game, i ain't passin' the rock (na uh)
All i been sensin' is hate, ever since i been straight
Cuz they stuck in the hood, hand crumbs in their plate (Ha)
And i'm strappin' the nine, in case they wanna combine
Gather up on a nigga, i ain't rappin' in line
Keep your eye on your money, stop eyeballin' mine
Drop sumthin' every year, flop all of the time
Stop makin' your records, i ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick... Bitch!
I came in this world by myself
So i don't need no friends (uh huh)
I rather have it this way (uh)
It's ok, it's ok (it's ok nigga)
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
Cuz i can take you off here today (uh huh)
I rather have it that way
It's ok, it's ok
It's ok nigga..
I don't need no friends..
I got money.. Hahaha
Intro
Banks: Uh uh uh / turn me up
Lloyd: Wuddup Lloyd?
Banks: Ah ah ah?
Lloyd: Hahaha
Banks: Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Lloyd: Long time in the making huh???
Banks: I, I got em like! Like! Like!
1st Verse
L - Banks baby balla' of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of 'em 'iz here
It don't matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I'm leavin outta' the side
Meet me there
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla' hollows
I don't mind a petty stare
I don't need a favor
Baby, I'm a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta' the leer in Tanzania
You ain't gettin' nuthin'
You ain't gettin'money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned' dolla' billz, fifty dolla' billz, keep the 20's
Dummy, I'ma' go-getta', bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn't dig ya'self a chip
Dig ya'self a hole, told 'em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo'(et) till I'm sick
I'm rich!
1st Chorus
Ladies, they love me
They' eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
2nd Verse
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya'll
All a' ya'll petty
Heavy metal hangin'
Chain danglin' on me while I'm boppin'
I can, see the whole crowd watchin' while we rockin'
Coppin', bottle-poppin'
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rose
"LV"s and "G"'s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain't yours
As far as flows, mine's like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb'll quiet all the static
I gotta' habit
I'm fuckin' like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It's on!
2nd Chorus
Ladies, they love me
They' eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Bridge
Go shawty
Lemme' see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit' yo' body
Baby this is yo' party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!
3rd Chorus
Ladies, they love me
They' eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got 'em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna' put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl
Shawty won't you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Lyrics to On My Way:
Harlem World!
Yeah!
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (uh!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock, {PLK! }
Get back nigga! (ugh!)
Every fuckin' month I'm gon' be hittin' out the trunk
Hittin' out the club, sour D mixin' out the blunt. (whoo!)
I'm a playa neighbor! - I won't be trickin' out with chumps
Himilaya flavor! (yeah!) - Chrome drippin' off the front,
Front on me you'll be in danger, dead!
Call the ranger, red! - All on ya head
You'll leak and then it drain,
Yea I'll flame ya! - Tired of tellin' em, do me a favor
Let 'em know why I'm major! - Let 'em know I will Guage the
First nigga talkin' disrespectful [gunshot] I will check you,
Check ya self! - You ain't get no check since I done met you!
I'm special! - 38 flow, why would I wrestle? (why?)
I'll stretch you, and 38 more, I'm a professional! (ugh!)
It's "F you"! - Cause these niggas hatin' with no motive (yeah!)
Wonder why they get no love and cold shoulders. (yeah!)
We let the codes mold us! - Detrimental discipline {Whoooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }
And those that wasn't listenin' convert to push-overs!
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop,
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!)
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! (ugh!)
Hard days and hollow heads. - Beds and model legs.
Look hoe! - We fuck 'em with' the same shit the bottle says, [gunshot]
DON! - You gotta spell my name capital, (ugh!)
Arsonist! - I don't spit like the other rappers do. (NAAH!)
You don't want 50 put me after you
Send a long shot from France, I'm international!
So keep sneak-dissin' and I'm smashin' you',
Harrasin' you! - You pro'ly ain't got enough gas in you! [scream]
Them niggas gassin' you! (gassin' you!) - Makin' a' ass of you (YEAH!)
I'm in the door with kush smoke in the tour (uh!)
But I'm in the mix! - Whole hood hopin' to score. (score!)
Keep ya B.I. low - before you see 5-0!
I got a beehive flow! - I'm a stunt till it stings, (stings!)
Since a knee-high or mo', I been a G. I. Joe!
Jackson! - I beat these niggas in line - .4-4 strappin' (.4-4 strappin'!)
You can pray for my downfall! - IT WON'T HAPPEN!
We from the bottom, but we goin' to the top (top!)
Full speed, nonstop to the guap.
You know what this is! [echoes]
Familiar cause I got it off the block (block!)
You don't really want me layin' down shop, {DAMN! }
Cause no one'll live SouthSide until the casket drop, (drop!) [police sirens]
I be higher than a astronaut! - Real rap nigga! (real rap nigga!) {OOOHH! }
You sense violence when we pass the block (block!)
And niggas ballin' don't pass the rock,
Get back nigga! [echoes] {HP! } [gunshot] [beat stops]
We heavy on the hydro and heavy on the hip
Speeding by I'm like angaledy on my shit 08 gallardo
I hollow niggas up bottle after bottle models follow
In the truck what
The hood miss the champion cause
Everybody dancing and these bi polar niggas keep
Talking until you answer them somebodies amping em
I fuck around and trample em squash em by accident
I'll never shake your hand again you shopping off
The manakin dropping 20 grand again copping while
They srcambling I bet I make it back gambling your
Girl look like a gremlin and mine look like a dime on
Stelleto or a timbland she'll pop up on your mind,
Mind your own fucking buisness don't get nosey
And get hurt burried holy in the dirt from a word
Over the chirp I'm nothing like these other niggas
All my clothes fit and I don't walk around wearing
Bags like a chick niggas talking birds ain't ever seen
A brick you either down or you not ain't no in between
This shit if you learn to be respectful I might let you
Clean the whip and get nose bleed tickets to the
Show you fucking prick and my cake bigger I'm a
718 nigga you a snake nigga one foot over the gate
Nigga just wait nigga cowards don't last long get
Blast on bloody face all over the mask your ass
Gone don't come through here without your pass
On they throwing two g's up so you ain't got 2
Ask em all these niggas want nice things bentleys
And ranged out man I ain't seen lupe with his board
Since he came out I bet he traded that in for some
Wheels cause his ships change every couple years
And they I'll it might not be nessaccery that's just how I
Feel nigga you don't like me die slow pop a pill you ain't
Got a carreer just cause you got a deal half these niggas
Told they'll come out and never will on the real these
Cupcake niggas know the deal my goons give out the
Wounds when they feel we heavy on the dollars and
Heavy on the chips riding through manhattan all black
And on piff all black ferrari and I'm probly with your bitch
Nothing on my mind more than how to get rich
We heavy on the hydro and heavy on the hip
Speeding by I'm like angaledy on my shit 08 gallardo
I hollow niggas up bottle after bottle models follow
New York City
It's me
GGGGG G-unit
Eh, You better watch your moves
Cause I am not your crew
I'm hoppin' through
Impossible to do what I can do
I found my meal ticket
Made it but I still kick it
Faded but I still notice the hate and learn to deal with it (f**k)
I'm on a level not everybody can get to
They've sent you a pitbull
My beam red, my wrist blue (Uh)
What's up guy? I miss you (what up?)
And until the day I'm with you
I'ma go hard to convince you
And push on like a pimp do (yeah)
If it went down it was meant to (uh huh)
it'll drive you or prevent you
Me with a instrumental makes it sound so simple
I hold the city down
I'm ridin' with the? round
Silly clown, I pull the ferrar up and? down
And my ceilings round
30 feet off the ground
30 minutes from the slum
run when you hear that sound (pow)
Man y'all done did it now
the hottest kid in town (yeah)
right on your f**king heels (YEAH)
run on and tuck your tails
You thinkin' couple dollars
I'm thinkin' couple mills
So my belt buckles froze
Man I just f**ked these ho's
You see my hearts been cold
Since I was nine years old
Bold, yet underage
Mind on another page
Eyes red as my grades
Stumbling through a phase
Momma did all she could
Shit ain't do no good
See once your lines flat
There aint no comming back
They don't really want no beef (Nah)
They just wanna rap
And that's my point exact
? just run and rat
And you'll be behind a cage
A number on a patch
Your destiny's been snatched
Apparently perhaps
I can make my mark with words
remember me through raps
So when I walk up
They'll be all stuck
From the porshe up
What it cost? What
Zero in on my zero's and cough up
*fifty*
Go 'head, let it out
It's ok to look as stupid as you sound, clown
*Banks*
I'm nothing like the ones you've heard
I came right off the curb
Made it big and that's deserved
You niggaz got the nerve
I gave the streets heat
And they livin' each week
The only way we sleep
Is six feet deep
Never bite the hand that feeds
Provides for your needs
We ride till we die
We die pop and bleed
Until they cock and squeeze
I get the? with ease
G's turn to millions
Millions turn into properties
I'm on the road to riches
A row full of six's
I'm cold as the pole
Won't fold for these bitches (NAW)
The flows brought the ho's
The ho's brought the shows
The show's brought the glock
The glock brought the drop
The drop brought the cops
The cops brought the cuffs
But I just bought the law
They'll get me out by four
Now holla at ya boy
Boy? get the bread
Hand full of haters
Know wen I stop em survivor of close calls though im feelin like deaths knockin
Insides numb
Thank god for music my heads rockin
Wasn't for that id be lost now racen against the clock
An I can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin foul is your secret
Want me down on the cement
talent found I'mma keep it
Keepin my head above the water
Lifes a bitch beggin but I got nothin for her
Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her
and save the baller
Rock sporter
gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip
Theres money cars bitches n jewels to get, lets do this shitt
Look how my music hits, I got that loud on
Sour diesel in a cloud gone
Heart crosses for body losses
Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses
Im just as nice as anyone that wore the crown
Livin my dream keep wat u think, dont spoil it now
I can sense the hate before the frown
Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft
In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors
she get across I met her jaws
5 star flaws n better tours n chedda toss
My work bodies like a shotti let off in the party
Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody
You send ya bitch to line me yu gon lose ya bonnie
He no/know rude awakening yu find me w the ruger round me
R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya
Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but
But theyll never be another crew like us
Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush
And till the day I'm dust
Theyll be no love
No love
No love
They ain't no more left
Damn pops I miss yu ill see you wen I get there
Wish I can tell u yu were right kuz u ain't missin shit here
Fans turned on me never thought itd be this weird
Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears
Swung the last ten I'mma kill em the next 6 years
Tryna block the pain w the liquor my nigga sick scared
salute w the choppuh
Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka
Smokin like I smoke now, now its part of my intro
Same shit that we used to brush offs hard on my mental
Beast mode they led me to snap target my pencil
They been borrowin a while now, countin the years I lent you
I got the block poppin,
big ass rock coppin
G throwin and top droppin
, jus know wen the cops watchen
These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way
[Intro:]
"V5"!
2010!
TAKIN' OVER!
DAMN!
[Chorus: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around.
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground...
I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas
stab.
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown!
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {LET'S GO! }
[Verse 1:]
Yo! - I bet a million niggaz want me locked up! Shot
Shined while I lay there! - I went down! - Got up! -
Now what?
You gon' do better! - No more follower? - Naah!
I done worked so hard my momma smile stuck {Whooo! }
Two hundred thou' truck! - Two hundred thou' car! - Two
hundred thou' neck! (yeah!)
You got a house yet? - Check my outfit! (uh!)
It wouldn't fit you, right? (naah!) - I'm no new nigga!
(naah!)
They wear their shit too tight! {COME ON! }
80's baby, 'bout my paper, fuck you, pay me!
Break your ego, fuck your lady!
That's why they been cuffin' ladies, (whoo!)
Some are real! Some are shady!
Bet I see you through a tint,
With my loafs on! - Laughin' louder then the money
spent!
[Chorus:]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around.
{Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Probably want me six feet in the ground...
I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas
stab.
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown!
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {LLOYD
BANK$!}
[Verse 2:]
Uh! - Can't nobody tell me a thing, I put the work in?
(uh!)
Funny how all the complainin' karmas when they hurtin'
(YEAH!)
They swag surfin'! - They hangin' off my board,
Till I kick 'em! - I owe no-one but the Lord! {HAHA! }
Your a baby! - Does that thing need an umbilical cord?
Oh! When I eat you eat? Naaah! - They get ignored!
(ugh!)
Full bank account but I rob 'fore it's empty (yeah!)
You haters gon' tempt me! And buy me another Bentley!
(yeah!)
Probably never met me! - How could you hate a stranger?
Envious of where there goin' and they came and ain't
cha? (ain't cha!)
Ain't you sick and tired - of being sick and tired?
(sick and tired!)
Do what you do to hustle? - Keep all your bitchin'
quiet! {DAMN!}
[Chorus]
We can we be friends - when you can be my ends?
Your smile is now a frown - whenever I'm around.
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {CAN'T
FORGET...}
I gotta watch my back! - Cause that's where niggas
stab. {THE WHOLE WORLD}
Get taken pretty fast; but I'm gon' let 'em drown!
{LLOYD BANK$!}
You probably want me down! - Probably want me down!
{"V5"!}
Probably want me six feet in the ground... {DAMN!}
[Outro:]
CLASSIC! [beat fades out]
DAMN!
IT AIN'T OVER!
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I wake up out my nightmare, hit the street and see my
dream
Most the shit I love is lost through sickness and
magazine, Queens
Cali green, clean, panoramic beam
Night-vision screen, helpin' me to see what can't be
seen, mean
Foreign vehicle fiend, since nineteen
The kids see me and scream like I'm sellin' ice cream,
dice king
Gangster till I'm walkin' with a walker
I turn a chick a stalker, rip all dignity off her
You'll see a flying saucer 'fore you see another Banks
Kaiser Soze with the wordplay I'm everything that you
ain't, uh
Chinchilla killer, nigga splash me with the paint, he
stomped
Any club I'm in I'm conf', fuck the competition
Purple bottle pissin', gettin' top from who you kissin'
Listen I will not be locked down and you're on pussy
prison
And if you livin' like I'm livin' then you live it up
Brand new car, ribboned up, treatin' life like we don't
give a fuck...
[Bridge:]
Now what it is, stayin' sucker free tryna live
Kindness is, took for weakness, fuck 'em all, mind my
Trust no-one, jus' my sig, cigarello full of ello
Flyer foot, flyer pedal, on my way in out the ghetto...
[Verse 2:]
Chronic in the Fiji, in a brand new Lamborghini
When you see me it's a half a milli easy, rap need me
I'm so fly, I'm so greasy, and my arm and ears are
freezy
Shorty smilin' all cheesy I get her outta her bikini,
haha...
Easy... fallaci in the 'cuzzi
An inspirin' actress dyin' to make a movie
Groovy, tooly, couchie, hittin' til I'm woozy
Rubberband man, out in Japan, diamonds and Gucci
Nigga sue me, see me when I see ya
When I shit as diarrhea, f-follow the leader
Flip, I own a heater, I ain't for fakin' either
White on black Beemer, vehicle jungle fever
Give me a breather, back up off the boy a bit
That girl you with, broke her fuckin' neck when she saw
the clique
Real baller shit, holiday stuntin'
I start my engine with a button close my door with a
button, yeah...
[Bridge:]
Paper stackin' up so I don't need a thang
The streets are goin' dumb again, we to blame
Other crews come and go, we remain
You can see them other niggaz, niggaz can't see the
game...
[Outro:]
Nah...
This that V5...
Top five dead or alive...
Uh... Yeah...
Southside I see you...
Northside I see you...
Up top I see you...
Down South I see you...
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty 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
Now I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
Twenty-six 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 buying diamonds by the pair
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
I'm 80's man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I ball packed clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting wrong deals
I'm only twenty-one, sitting on mills
We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty 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
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 what the next nigga bought her
'Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her abuela
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I ain't spending quarters
So cut the games Ma, let's go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I ain't 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
We on fire up in here
It's burning hot, we on fire
Shorty 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
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk shit to the stars bro
I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
They bust you down like a Marlboro
And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
You don't want to know how much this cost
Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
And them record execs pull out a grip for us
[Music stops]
[Snoop Dogg:]
Yo what up? this is Big Snoop Dogg
The Big Snoopy D-O- Double Gizzle
For shizzle dizzle
Tellin' you to get the S-W-A- tizzle
SWAT motherfuckers
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Don't talk shit to the stars bro
I'll have more niggas leanin' over your weight than a car show
They bust you down like a Marlboro
And i'm excited to see where your knee and ya arm go
You don't want to know how much this cost
Nigga i'm ballin' my dick been through every color lip gloss
Around here that snitchin' get niggas pissed off
That nigga front in the club he gettin' hip tossed
We ride around everybody in the bricks saw us
And them record execs pull out a grip for us
I'm the shit boss
And on top of that you can expect me to win like a New York Knick boss
You actin' like you want to lay where your mom stay
I'll put red dots on you like Kwame'
I'm blowin' Bomb Bay
Cause it always pays off to make ya important decisions the calm way
My hood bitch'll get you set up god
Cause her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
You can't even get a show Lloyds on his job
Jet Black tints on the 'Voy and the 'Sage
Take a look at this enormous garage
If you listen you can hear the noise of manage
Shit i'm royalty like Bin Laden
You been lyin'
I got Siamese Glocks
You gon burn 'till the boy gets rid of ya
You'll be a ghost dog like Forest Whitaker
Whoever thought they'd be askin' for his signature
And tourists visit ya
For all this literature
Shit we ain't the cats from the movies we overlooked
I'll put a cast on your ass like a broken foot
You can't teach me how to stunt nigga I wrote the book
A gourmet maids on the payroll to cook
And if i'm travelin' off land the boat is took
Cruisin' slow so all the old folk can look
These little niggas is so so, i'm so good
I got the crowd in a choke hold in your hood
Quarter poundin' a low low the pro should
Ya sales movin' slow mo ya go wood
You want to see me handcuffed in the slammer
Lookin' that tough in the camera
My suppliers married to a real Rasta
All I got to do is hit her with the Kyllvassa
No candles or chilled lobster
Its a flat screen, a little BET
Throw on a DVD
Then its brain on my B-E-D-
hit him up two times
three'd be hat trick
gave him more shots than the pediatrics
came to his house and shot his left hand out
left him with more scars than Mr. Def Jam South
to reach the sky, how far would a star go
to handle more cigars than a Cuban cargo
makin money from everything I spoke in this
Wrapped by more ice than a broken wrist
got ability to make missy a little tipsy
Im more P.I.M.P than Mississippi (git it? Uh!)
I know u like to show off ur bust in gowns
Cuz u go around jugglin guys nuts around
And we don't gotta wait till ur ass confesses
Cuz u go around showing off ur ass in dresses
U watchin porn sittin there at ur macintosh
With ur hand in ur ass like ur jackin off
And u try goin harder than star wars Anakin
Cuz u practice at ur house with a anus manikin
got a belt full of steel you can call me santa
u better keep your eyes peeled like a fuckin banana
and don't try to shoot me like some dumb retards
cuz I miss bullets like im sendin them e-cards
always equipped with the vest so don't aim for the bell-ay
cuz I dodge bullets like I play for LA
and im invisible cuz u cant even see me son
but ur soft as shit I could shoot u with a bb gun
They call me stretch where I'm from cuz im extended out
Find your ass in my house and I'll send it out
I got a custom made gun so the cops link my shot
Purple weed and cloudy skies
Audi rides, used to have to troop but now we drive
now we fly, ball, fly bitches, now we vibe
new movie starring your s truly, make the party live
the mommy s call me daddy
I call them now and then
tell them bring their girlfriends, line them up and then shower
then it s right back to usual
excuse how I excuse you
you thought I was looking at you
I was looking through you
through my eyes I see things clearer
could it be my Bentley nearer
hammer under chincilla
chill the f-ck out fore we kill ya
I m no where near familar
live is realer when you re speeding, weeding
locking house you need, my reality for the evening (evening)
when you re at the top the bottom calls
every summer body drops, still right out there by the mall
pop my bands and buy it all
put my hands in front of coals
lot of grands than I m involved
problem man, I ll get it solved
spick and span no problem
Weed it up, tear it down,
thats how we roll (thats how we roll)
devil wanna take me now
but I aint going, too many already down, feel like I owe em
show up to no-one
when I get to the top (the top)
all way to the top (the top)
I ma sh-t on you than climb back down
just so I can sp-t on you
its pitiful (it s pitiful)
the sh-t they do, when they get through
They used to count a n-gga out
remember that to this day
haven t seen me since I made it
rather have it this way
hung up my Jersey for a minute now I m back in the play
back in that zone where I m snapping, rapping like back in the day
in New York city and now California
styling on you skinny n-gga from around the corner
then found the maurijuana in my 2k bomber
Benz or recline, man I arm her with my rear persona
and riot armour, work magic, dont make me try it on ya
halla Kasaam, cabaam, shazaam, now take cover fast as ya can
man, f-ck you sucka n-ggas and your RIP tatts
Southside, sleep, breath and eat that, we back
I had it hard, don t call me lucky, call me lots of money
my flow aint from this time, more like 2 thousand twenty
bitch take the space up, back the f-ck up I ma need some room
Yea see this right here it so real
I see everything clear
They probably cut from the same cloth
If he ain't soft
You know the name boss
I'm high as a cocaine cost
so can't watch pain off
see fate is a mothafucka brotha you can't change yours
He won't show the money get the chainsaw
Keep cuttin shit off til' he talk
I'm one of the boss of New York
The voice of the people till i walk
We all know life's a bitch and yet i thought
It will get a little better from the hell i caught
I lost a few screws you can tell i'm short
Went from shit, property, and L i brought
Shoot dice like a sport and stunt like my time ticket
Pour my liquor for my homicide victim
If my nigga ride i'm ride wit him
Blood, sweat, and tears that will fly out of my system
Live long is the message right
Moreover in the hood if 21 you startin yo 2nd life
Life more than a neck of ice
but for a deck of price but damn sure look nice (you look good)
I always have a ethic of a winner
I'll work to it hurt then i murk on spinner
I'll gobble these rap niggas for dinner
Bring your girlfriend around me i'm gonna to hit her
Chrous
It Time to Chill and question what's real
Reality seems a drift
That why they walk around like this
Now it's 2006 more cribs and more whips
If hate me get off my dick
Everybody got to box that fists thats it.
Easy death and hard times
It's tough to explain i'll figure i just rhyme
It's all fine and fuck up at the same
I feel that they dealt me a card that ain't mine
Man fuck that somebody gotta a shuffle
I'm thirsty sort of slave off the buckle
My attitude i don't really care
Baltimore Born but i'm good everywhere
My nigga had nothin but dreams
But the block got him before he turned 13
Somebody lean every baby first scream
I recall i see you know what i mean
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch
that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 1]
I'm fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I'ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin'
but I dont pay 'em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin' higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper I'm they one and only drug
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch
that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop
[Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it'd be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin' lot
I've been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she's like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn' that twat,
like it or not, I'm not fuckin with ya'll,
I'll be damned to participate in somethin' this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im fuckin 'em all
[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch
that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I'm fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
[Intro:]
Keepin' it one, uh!
[Verse 1: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Fuck what you hear fuck you you hear it from (uh!)
They going to let their mouth run 'til the murder come
Murder one! - I'm all over baby ain't heard of them
(naah!)
I'll show the finer thing you don't deserve a bum!
(uh!)
Where I'm from shots rung bodies hung
All over nothin' probably crumble small things in the
slums - change swingers I come. {HAHA!}
Come by - I'm lay back I'm high
Bet I fuck you out your knots and your back untied.
[rewind]
I'm...
[Interlude: 50 Cent]
Ayo pull that back, man!
Ayo play that again man, Youkno'msayin'? [kids ovation]
[Intro]
Keepin' it one, uh!
[Verse 2:]
Fuck what you hear fuck you you hear it from (uh!)
They going to let their mouth run 'til the murder come
[scream]
Murder one! - I'm all over baby ain't heard of them
(naah!)
I'll show the finer thing you don't deserve a bum!
(uh!)
Where I'm from shots rung bodies hung
All over nothin' probably crumble small things in the
slums - change swingers I come.
Come by - I'm lay back I'm high
Bet I fuck you out your knots and your back untied.
(hahah!)
I'm a be in Lambs, key in, being I'm so fly! (uh!)
You can't see 'em, I.D., B.M. rides rode by (uh!)
[scream]
We in front the Coliseum leave they mouth all wide
(uh!)
Eat, sleep, shit, walk talk about SouthSide. {LLOYD
BANK$!}
FGYI about the moves I will never break (no!)
These niggas feathered weight don't trust em if they
hesitated. [kids ovation]
1500 horses and I'm pushing 'til the pedal break,
You little niggas pedaling I'm heavy on whatever state.
(HAHHH!)
I like my ten or nine not seven eight
Cherry red rose give a hoe a lemon face. (raagh!)
Fuck a hater! 2-2-7 on the cheddar chase (yeah!)
Eat a bullet tell me, how the Mack-11 taste (yeeah!)
{DAMN}
My chick the only one that call me and her head is
great (yeeeah!)
Beat it make the bed break when I penetrate. (uh!)
Shits fucked up I''m holding on to old times,
Black with money! - Bank$ convicted to both crimes.
[car tires squeal] (both!)
All icey and my dick is a gold mine (ching!)
They want cash out no slipping in '09.
Flew around the world been pimpin' the whole timin',
(timin'!)
On a bad night you walk out limpin' - no lyin'. (NO
LYIN'!)
You can't be around me trippin', I hold iron
If they about that bullshit, I roll by 'em! [gunshot]
This ain't no hand out line, no providin'
You like the shoe she got on then go buy 'em.
{Whooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
No more scandal time Kobe Bryant (uh!)
Ain't nobody cold as I am. - Don't try him! (uh!)
The right stroke will have them spying and nerve tryin'
(uh!)
Uncontrollable cryin' and throat tying. (tying...)
(YEEEAH!)
[Chorus:]
You need to be with me bitch (yeah!)
I'll show you things you ain't see this (uh-huh!)
I ain't clean, I'm the cleanest! (cleanest!)
I represent the dreamers. (whattup?)
From the clubs to arenas (heey!)
Your main girls seen us (y'ah?)
Now we goin' to start from the beams
Take em to the hotel and show 'em how the three is.
(uh!) [scream]
[Outro:]
YEAH! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Yeah! [kids ovation] {JESSIE!}
[volume rises]
[Intro:]
{DAMN! } Yeah! {Whoooooooooooooooooo
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Check my mic up! {CAN'T FORGET... NELSON!}
Yeeah! {G-UNIT!}
Shit is right! (ugh!)
[Verse:]
On the run baby - conceived thru a criminal, (why?)
A General! - So I don't operate the way the women do.
And that one's subliminal. - It don't apply let it ride
(ride...)
I know ya kind, get disrespected and let it slide! (G-
Unit!)
Naaah! - That ain't the cloth that I was ripped from
(uh!)
You talk a lot of shit son. - You betta have a big gun!
(uh!)
Just add em up and pick one. - You think they got they
shit from? (huh?)
You think I got my bitch from? (huh?) - She even gave
the click some. (YEAH!)
She came from the tropics, like the Chronic in my
pocket
Cop it! Crush it! Roll it! Spark it! And mix it in
with' the chocolate!
I'm a prophet! (yeeah!) - I can see it 'fore it happen
(uh!)
Make you see it thru my rappin'. (uh!) - I'm just
rappin' what I see (see!)
See me laughin', to the V! (whooo!) - How can thee -
fuck with' me? !
I'm a G! - Sucker free! - Takin' me? - I wear the tool
make ya pee!
You fucked up! - Wakin' me, now that I'm woke, you
can't breathe
Loch ness in a vest, you gotta headshot me! Ya see?
[blast]
My money new as the news, and you're confused
So off with' ya 22, for talkin' down on ya crew. (ugh!)
I'm walkin' round with a tool! - Chinchillas and gator
feet (ugh!)
Leather seats, I don't fear nothin' bring on whatever
beef. (whatever!)
I'm on a level you will never reach! (reach!)
Every 16, my leverage peaks - I go to bed with' heats!
Sleep with' dough; teach a hoe the game, but I keep her
Give her X and reefer smoke, now let's get this money!
Funny how the tables turn on ya! - Ya homeboys wanna
murder ya!
Disturbia! It don't matter the size, there's an urn for
My coalition dirtier! - Down to do the dirty work
Rape ya baby mama 'til she violent, find her in the
dirt. (dirt!) {Whooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Nigga cryin', don't work! - It just make ya tired!
{Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Try it! - You ain't about that, be quiet! (uh!)
These brick artists are wired - so what's the
conversation for? !
I taste money and chase some more - you want me to
break the law? ! (damn!)
Life's a bitch, an ungrateful whore! (whore!)
She'll let you see it make you pay for more, the
American way I'm sure!
I'm pure! - See my papa was so raw like a
Ki to a quarter, a O so ulcer to cold sore! (YEAH!)
They been hatin' as long as a world tour
And if my label gave me the push! - I woulda sold more!
(more!)
It's just me against the planet in this cold cold war
Out the store 4-4 nigga, how bout yours? ! (yours? !)
You are now in the company of greatness, (uh!)
And I only like green faces - I'm a racist, let's take
it back to the basics!
Before I got my bracelet. (uh-huh!)
My mansion or my spaceships. - And answer all ya
hatred! (YEAH!) [blast]
Louis Vuitton or naked it's the same ol' G!
"MYB! " - Mind Ya Bidness - or ya finished! It's
nothin' more than a scrimmage
My style wake the spirits (yeah!)
Which I'm - heavenly mirrored this time - they gon'
hear it!
Sometime - more than a lyricist, lyrics are just the
half (half!)
Miss it! - My heart so cold you'll catch a draft!
(yeah!)
Ask the opposition 'bout him, they doubt him, the
crowds crowd him (uh-huh!)
And my mixtapes are magic, patched together like an
album! (yeah!)
I've been labeled since a child and I'm black, I'm wild
and I'm violent
Won't crack a smile and I'm silent - while the stacks
keep piling. (piliing!)
And as the world keep spinnin' I keep stylin'
On a far deep island, from a concrete ground and - I'm
I don't know what you want me to do?
Oh, oh I, I get it
You lookin' for a super nigga, huh?
Haha
(Chorus)
You lookin' for somebody with some money
That'll fly you 'round the world
Getcha ev-ery-thing
Another prize you can show off like your pearls
Another mama done raised a material girl (girl)
You're searchin' for somebody people knows
So you can get attention everywhere you go (uh huh)
Another baller you can show off to your friends (yeah)
'Cause he ridin' in the Benz
That's what you want (you want)
(Verse 1)
Yeah
I bet you if you let me I can help ya
See my way of thinkin', get ya thinkin', and get scooped
Couple ticks later you'll be drinkin' in the coupe
Emailin' ya friends just 'cause he wheelin' the Benz
Is it 'cause of the name, or the Sprewell in the rims
You got ulterior motives, I can see that when you grin
I ain't him, matter fact shorty, I ain't them
They ain't me, they ain't been none of the places that I've been
Look girl, I'm tryin' to win (ha), How 'bout you?
You still dreamin' about your dream house? How 'bout two? (two)
If you don't get the big picture you can hop out boo
I'm not just seein' eyeball, I'm here to see ya blue
And this ain't about no other females, just me and you
Be real, I'm seein' through
Everything you tryin' to do, so
If you a topic, you don't wanna try to do fo'
Stop usin' me against me, find a new dough
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
I'm still gettin' them phone calls all times of day
Celebrity bitches is worse than the ones around the way
I'd rather come from the A, she's been around the K
Around the drug--scene, gimme fake pounds and hugs
Congratulations mami, you done found the thug
Bandana, diamond studs, man shuttin' down the club
I hand her the swisher, she knows how to roll the killer
Around my dice games, 'cause it's cee-lo when she flow a. (cee-lo)
I think I found her, I ain't gone jump the gun
Hop the fence, with a couple reasons in my defense
Look I done hardly took a chick to the movies
Let alone plane trips and jacuzzis, you speedin' (speedin')
I need a reason to say them 3 words when I'm leavin'
Believin', ya mine to myself
Man, listen
You must thinkin' I'm lyin' for my health
Okay, it's time to put my attention to someone else
(Chorus)
That's what you want (you want)
But I can't be your super nigga (be your super nigga)
I can't be here, I can't be there (be there)
At the same time (same time)
Uh (uh)
Yeah (yeah)
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