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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Lloyd Banks - Fly In The Wind Lyrics (Ft. Jim Jones)

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Lloyd Banks - Fly In The Wind (Ft. Jim Jones)

chorus

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
And you better watch your step like a …

Chorus

Friday, December 3, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up UK Remix Lyrics

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LLOYD BANKS FT KANYE WEST,GIGGS & SWAY - START IT UP UK REMIX

Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It's GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
You know they made cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever seen 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, orphan Annie loop
Off the stoop
Play with me, see what the screamy do
My canary shoe,
High beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
All your thing reduce
Menage 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-cking loot
My top down, I'm flashing on em
I'm passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
The ratchets on 'em, wanna pay my dues, now it's back to ballin
The raps a boring dead man, I dip 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, Mourning
Cash is pourin'
Stunt stormin, go this out
Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't.

[Swizz Beatz]
You know they mad cause cause cause I'm hood rich
You never ever ever seen 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)

[Sway]
Sway going in but I'ma roll up my sleeves quick for the official remix
I'm no r's but I know of those under if you need bricks
Dorothy meets webay, meets ebay
Follow me I can take you there in 3 clicks
A lot of internet gangsters but I don't see clips
Unless they're on Youtube, no nines, just 22... views
And comments removed to hide the naked truth
Cause when it goes tits up, the b-tch in them comes out like cleavage
And them man are getting stripped, no secrets
My team and they see why we so wavy we make them seasick
The Black Steve Rifkin, I am the chairman of the wooden stand
Of anyone trying to take my seat quick
I'm on some Canary Wharf to Wall street shit
No Michael Douglas but I'm on my MD shit
If I don't do the number's I'll just do the alphabet
A, B, C, D, E, F, G-Shit

I mean G-Unit shizzle
F a dancefloor
Man are hungry out here this is Darfur
So force my hand and I'll put together an armed force
Riding with Lloyds Banks, ha, I'm such a dark horse
Start it up, they don't wanna start war
I studued up in Hogwarts and I'm ready for the Dark
When I link with Giggs it's not for Walks in the park
It's the Return of the Macks, we taking it all, call me Mark Morrison

[Chorus]

[Giggs]
You n-ggas are f-cked, a couple million and up
On my Youtube chilling with a spliff and a slut
Tell her "look babe, gotta let me slip in the crotch"
Italian chicks showing me that Italy love
I'm moving kinda quickly cuz
Got they hate my music and try and diss what it does
Screaming f-ck the police and be dissing the judge
N-ggas can't touch me, I got that prickly buzz
That bright bezzie on live tellie
Gets me the half black and half white Jezzie's
I don't fight friendly, four five semi's
Man'll bruck shots someth'n like teddy
This my sh-t didn't buy any
When I'm stepping on the stage hold the light steady
Yeah, give a f-ck about your age you can die twenty

[Chorus]

[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 I'm gon be at least an hour late
I'm so fresh bitch 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]

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Warm Up Session Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Warm Up Session

I’ma Southsider, I’m macking to the max
when I get back I’ma stomp the city flat
gritty rap, fifty stacks on deck’n
thats just how I’m reppin’
Diamond Diva sexin’, never without protection
I’m flexin’, begets and I be ballin’ like a Texan
got my will shipped in from texas
and my neck be looking excellent
I be zero zero fetching
zero zero catching, throw a mill in my direction
or there won’t be no session
hey bless ‘em in Holy water
I rolly spoil ‘em, make a groupie out your only daughter
the homies warned her
you said leave the things he used to get her
the clothes he bought her
Gucci, Louie bag, Chloe order
I wont reward her, I want fly things too
cars by the few,
I’m allergic to the coppers, coppers carry swine flu
fool, they carry this, I carry mine too
million dollars worth of cars down

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day) Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)

[Intro:]
I know that sooner or later I'm going to meet my maker

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I never thought in the beginning I would see us fall in the end
Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends
1990s sins it was all for the [?]
For the rims rims, for the Benz Benz, for the skins
'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first
You [?], either kill me or get killed worse
Your song's in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
And right after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time come, I'm a spend time with your son
I can just see them sad when they remind you of them
Them would've did the same thing, looking [?] to the slum
[?]

[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Why run nigga?
It's gon' come nigga
But 'til the day it does
I'm a hold my shit down, take it in blood
Outsiders get no love

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
Fishing in the swamp, in the deserts lizards sweat
A half a billion fives, two macs, and a ride
They call them [?] co-signed by kings in a rich [?]
Made me 3 mil in a month, pockets [?]
Ferrari still by the project building
[?] I'll, they come out with Uzis and wheels
[?] beef and too much dough
The legion, [?]
Losing money fellas, we won't have that, better grab that
Or don't come back or get [?] at
Me and my vixens in the kitchen
One sucking dick, I paid her ass shots and sent her to [?]
Dons eating calamari, coke in the [?]
Never broke, [?], eat with the godly gods
[?] get with the mob
From [?] to Queens, we wow with the Beams

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
Don't blame me, blame Southside
That's what made me mine
Crazy high, but I spot a traitor out my lazy eye
Ladies spy [?] want to have their baby by
Maybe I'm better off alone, keep me in my zone
Nights roam, white Patron, GT in my chrome
Alien phone home, E.T. in my throne
I achieve what they wanted, eats into they stomach
When your broke time's slow, but your weeks are numbered
And bad news keeps you weak and numb
Like when I lost my old man, dammit threw up the whole weekend son
I should have listened, friends turned foe, it's told so
The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ochocinco
In my mink-o I'm a protege of pimping
Living for the slipping, [?]
Marijuana shipping, champagne, lobsters, stripping
Getting trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in

[Hook]

Lloyd Banks - On The Double Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - On The Double

[Hook:]
I'm a need a double, bring it on the double
A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man
Cars double, broads double
And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble
See I can do what- I can do whatever I want
Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt
Want meet me outside you should hear my trunk
They gonna think about this stunt all month

[Verse 1:]
Don't nobody see y'all because we are the best
The mighty mighty unit, blue fitted blue vest
Watch me get 'em who's next? Who wanna be the one?
I'm shining royal diamonds in the nightclub with my gun
Back to the money 24 hours committed
And I'm strapped like The Mummy [?] dummy you can get it
You ain't getting nothing from me, better get it how you live it
All my days is sunny, I stay out where you visit
Rich nigga I ain't had to think all day
Cash made, Rose, in my mink all day
I own VIP have a drink on me
Girl we run this city that's how shit gon' be

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Shorty say I talk a lot of shit
I told her "Fuck talking I can back it up quick"
She [?] sitting in 200 thousand whip
And I ain't never seen a vagina I couldn't hit
I roll up at the [?] in my brand new [?]
Lamborghini, Ferrari, when I pull up at the party
She ain't usually snotty, now she showing off her body
Flaunting them while she walking [?] riding shotty
Moet, Henny, Bacardi, [?]
Outside million four-wheeled Ducati
G's check, [?] jet
Sour on deck, freezy neck

[Hook]

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Lloyd Banks - When I Get There Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - When I Get There

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
front your head now than your pounds
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
you know the order, bag ‘em, tag ‘em, let the G’s run through ‘em

Lloyd Banks - I Don't Deserve You Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - I Don't Deserve You feat Jeremih

[Intro: Jeremih]
Ohhhh... yeeah!
Ohhhh... yeeah!
Ohhhh... yeeah!
Ooooooooohhhhhh!

[Chorus: Jeremih]
IIII think I love you!
But don't let me get in the waaay! (get in the waaay!)
Don't let me stop you!
Girl! - From doin' ya thaaang! (doin' ya thaaang!)
Cause I don't deserve you. - Nooo!
I don't wanna hurt you! (hurt you!)
Play with ya mind, have you runnin' in ciiircles!
Don't let me get in the waaay! (get in the way!)

[Lloyd Bank$ (Jeremih):]
It ain't even ya puss', I got ya mind!
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine! (miine!)
Perfection is the formula, when me an her combine (combiine!)
Like candy to the corner; yeah, you finger licking fine. (lickin' fiine!)
An in due time (uh-huh!) I'm sure, I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knee ya!
Need you, like you need me! - An' don't mislead ya! (yaaa!)
Loves free! - But treat it wrong an' pay the price get down
On one knee! - That bitch gon' leave with half ya life.
Man believe me! (believe me!) - I ain't gon' feed you bad advice
Look it's easy! (easy!) - So don't forget to strap up tight!
Right? (right, right!) - I'll be selfish if I keep ya so (soooo?)
I love u enough to let you go! (gooooo!)
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it
If I - put all I got an' you an' someone got you naked!
You work hard for money, but it's harder when you make it.
The shit's coming fast, so here's ya heart, before I break it. - Yeah!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Bank$ (Jeremih):]
Ugh! - What type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down to wreck, ya life's fucked up!
I gotta shake you out my system (uh-huh!) cause with the fuckin' an' kissin'
An' all ya emotions mixing puts me in a tough position!
Baby, what am I suppose to do? (baby, what am I suppose to doo?)
I can't controls my actions when I'm close to you! (I can't control my actions when I'm close to you,)
It's been way too long, girl we overdue! (it's been way too long, girl we overdue,)
I guess the cake ain't enough; U wanna eat it, 2! (I guess the cake ain't enough; you wanna eat it, too!)
See me an' you! (see me an' you) - Have a magnet inbetween - that keeps pullin' me closer (yeeeeah!)
I'm like an addict for ya scream! - You fully loaded toaster. (yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!)
Automatic with the beam! - The baddest on the Coast! (yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!)
I gotta have you like the green! - Yo' swagga more than most! (yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!)
I gotta sex drive, don't allow me to L.A.X.
Send me the next 5 - look how they crowd on my lap!
Booty, breast, thighs; keep ya boy relapsing back
An you deserve way more than that. - I'll just fall back!

[Chorus]

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Lloyd Banks - This Is The Life Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - This Is The Life

Chorus

I’m gonna smoke all day
Fuck all night
I think I’m coming
This is the life
I’m counting money
Do what I like
Life is a gamble
Just shoot the dice
Glue money keeps …
Black girls popping
And purple weed burning
What I do with my time
No concern … cops big money earning


Everybody is .. I ain’t got to walk
I got to ride
Hustle like my time is short
Surround my …
..common sense
Say you ain’t playing
Know how hard I thought
Fuck these bitches
They’ll be there
When I’ll get back
Back to the lab
.. had to go back to the ….
.. carry on with my swag
.. is all over
Get better
.. these niggers have a death wish
And I can smell …

Chorus

South side is where I got my style
.. the future is fucked up
And crying ladies want their child back
Born in the combat
I get it spent more behind that
This … contagious avoid contact
I’ve been rhyme jack
Lift away until I lost my mind
.. catch money is my favorite …
I’m like …. With a bullet back
..there friends .. but they all wanna roll up
They don’t wanna scrub
And I don’t want no …
Baby .. until you catch me
Let me breathe until I catch that

Chorus

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Feel Like You Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Feel Like You

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
(?) conceited with cover girl motives
I gotta rise above it
you think them models loving me
I’m thinking bout dozen, 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 (?) 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
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 (?)
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

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’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 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
but you don’t so you just feel like you

…the relationship, ships sink
you know it’s love as soon as you fall in it
cause sh-t stinks
and it feels like every time I f-cking do I get jinxed
cupid must have put a curse on me
6 weeks went by and we only spoke twice
I’m sitting in your driveway calling you from the car
suffice I think its safe to say your not at home
I’m calling your cell phone, you answer
but I can tell though you’re not alone
how was I to know, it should have been time to go a long time ago
I kept holding on
its comical when I think back now I couldn’t get the hint
you feel the draft…

Lloyd Banks - Kill It Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Kill It

girl you’re something special
i just wan the chance to get to know you better
wine you and caress you
spoil and impress you
put you in my front seat
take you home and sex you

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet
the girl I’m with now is hot but you hotter
one look at you and I almost forgot her
she gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
shawty let me get it, I’ma spend a weekend in it
get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
I’m into steady stuntin in my Phantom ghost
Brand new Louie, brand new outfit
and my brand new toast
rep by the love get my cake and eat it
I want both
Im only here for the summer than I’m leaving out the coast
if we get close I’mma have to book another seat
baby something sweet
body you would love to keep
been f-cked to sleep
we can stay up, drink all this Rose up
smoke my weed and kick it
that sex gobbled a day up
for me this girls a lay up
she knows I don’t need it
difference is I want someone I could see me with
could be our little secret
not cause I’m ashamed but for all the nosey hoes
infatuated with fame
p-ssy’s my addiction, your’s is like cocaine
girl let me light your life up
put you on the game
I have you riding Bentley, put you off the train
strike a pose, take aim not to put you out the frame

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet
the girl I’m with now is hot but you hotter
one look at you and I almost forgot her
she gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
shawty let me get it, I’ma spend a weekend in it
get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Ugh, I had a shorty, but after f-cking you, it’s over
I’m all wet, momma sitting on a super soaker
ruin the sofa, I bend her over, bruise her coacha
hell of a looker, somebody should give you a poster
shes my holster, careful how you fools approach her
see we’re tight now and everyday we’re moving closer
when I’m with you is when I’m calm, baby you the bomb
fat ass, fly sh-t on, Christian Louboutin
cruise along beaches, Canary Island features
Lambourghini, Porches, gorgeous chrome sneakers
the gossip won’t reach us
we in another World, keep doing that, I won’t think bout another girl
bad b-tches f-ck, come now is all I’ve done
1 million reasons why I aint belong with them
we live with no worries and spend money for fun
dodge, no flurries, lear jetting to the sun

[Chorus]
I used to day dream about the green, now I got it
fast cars, credit card, Louie wallet (my Louie wallet)
the girl I’m with now is hot but you hotter
one look at you and I almost forgot her
she gon wanna kill me, cause I wanna kill it
shawty let me get it, I’ma spend a weekend in it
get one impression, swear I gotta kill it
hour after hour girl, you gon need a minute

You got it baby
almost forget her….

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Large On The Streets Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Large On The Streets

Literally drops and blood shed
sour dough, nuff bread
in position of power them chumps dead
backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds
and violent when unfed, PO’s get a challengers bum head
medic, didn’t mean it, shouldnt have said it
insults are remembered, we all working to said it
dont play with me, you’ll regret it
cause I target the man before the edit
leave you like hard tops beheaded
I keep cream, the pistols my street team
triples on my sweet beam
crystals in my lap, I’m a beach dream
the skyscrapers to South Jamaica to foreign paper
I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres
I knock 7 bitches down in vegas
knock 7 pictures down, I’m famous
I gotta work
congratulate me with a lot of purp
I’m straight as a college shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt
Million dollar condo windows, my view spotless
cant see over my shoe boxes
I hold a big grudge, can’t maintain my cool conscience
smooth offence, high middle the news conference
new sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em
ten orgasm’s more they gon powder six ones
she ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system
On cloud nine I smoke like a politician
southside yelling at every rhyme I’m spitting
popeyes and long sides from rides driven
Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now
product of the same neighbourhood, hope that don’t let him down
dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loko
Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow
gardener with the Rose Gold
Him with the platinum crush ice
if your nose colds, train em with the raps
dirty boxer with the low blows
famous with the tatts,
keep straps for you and so so
flat line, i put a MC to rest
chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F
they gave me something to smile and feel like I need to rest
middle of summers my shine and bricks and weed for stress
I got em hopping out of chracter my gun caliber, babbler
lift bars as hard as africa
karma’s a trafficker, challengers a root statistic
pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it
my ups and downs got me looking at these b-tches different
staring at my dad in these pictures twisted
I aint ya normal, I’m on my shit terrific
i figured I warn you, the bigger ticket
big baller call you
I hope it’s on you Lord knows a n-gga push me
I set ‘em on wheels, all you get is midget p-ssy
cookies with you pop snatched I pop back
radio hijack get it all before I die rap
my contacts help driving you soundtrack
order built for combat 2010 and beyond that

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Take 'Em To War Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Take 'Em To War (Ft. Tony Yayo)

…my enemies, they ain’t gone, they remember me!
Power on the…, power on the…
Money brings flees they put, put pop queens on ease.
Genetics is like the genes on ….dirty,
It’s seven thirty and I feel like ….early,
I tried betting on these….
Make the solo…
Life’s…is been pushing me to the limit,
Of just getting by, there’s no way to live it!
What are you taking me for?
Try to take…you’re be laying on the floor.
Some of these comrades were grieving here before,
I’m losing, losing, every time I’m leave it on the door.
They don’t respect war,
This is the reason not to fall,
Heaven’s door got to be better than ….have been seen before,

Chorus:
Enough talking, let’s take it to war!
….stay laying on the floor,
What are you taking me for?
I’ll fall…
I’d rather be not here and hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’m gonna win,
I made it here before; I know I can make it again.

I retaliate straight,
For me to end that’s miracle, …
Something chemical…
I show shadow, I’m all…
The….for twenty four hours,
You’re cowards, ...on my super powers,
Super dollars, …

You’ve been drowning, I found…
She and John are in front of the new battalion,

I don’t cuddle,…
No need for…
…Jealousy and crime telling,
Keep the neighborhood on edge,
Ain’t nobody smiling for.

Chorus:
Enough talking, let’s take it to war!
….stay laying on the floor,
What are you taking me for?
I’ll fall…
I’d rather be not here and hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’m gonna win,
I made it here before; I know I can make it again.


Good, good and spell on my lungs,
Pick up on a …form, I’m done.

Being broke at thirty give you chills,

Make the girls talk…
Disrespect the hatred and learn to live some,
Being this between me and you, …
And I’m a pill, my thoughts are…
…driven of the old school.
So don’t merge in my lane,
Tell… what a game,
I built a…

Chorus:
Enough talking, let’s take it to war!
….stay laying on the floor,
What are you taking me for?
I’ll fall…
I’d rather be not here and hungry,
I’m sick when I’m not near my money,
They want me to lose but I’m gonna win,
I made it here before; I know I can make it again.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Everything You Got Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Everything You Got

[Lloyd Banks - 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’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Lloyd Banks - 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 Im they one and only drug

[Lloyd Banks - 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’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Lloyd Banks - 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 f-ckin ‘em all

[Lloyd Banks - 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’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Payback (P's & Q's) Lyrics (Ft. 50 Cent)

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Lloyd Banks - Payback (P's & Q's) (Ft. 50 Cent)

Uh, I meet my (?) at the corner store
(?) rapping out here, i just want it more
turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
bagged a hundred (?) last year, just bagged a hundred more
they hatin’ but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
jewellery make me hump back
back packers want that and they aint bout the diamonds (?)
he gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
running up on my stage, Lil mama sh-t
ugh, lil mama thick
and my time is slim
come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in

Gettin’ to the dough
Louie on my foot
put the metal to the floor, is all a n-gga know

Payback don’t come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I’m on my leathers every second

and my hearts so cold I dont trust a soul
it’s funny how the bullsh-t goes you never know

Payback don’t come around disrespecting
we dont take that
I’m on my leathers every second

They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
cool meaning hot
so i don’t need the top
camn down, breath and stop
start and I’mma skip your pulse
Mister my life’s the sh-t
Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast
I’ma suits em up probably aint gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on ‘em like Jehova witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you b-tches
they don’t really want me they just want my riches
so muthaf-ck the law, firends, cousins and sisters

I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
than I’m in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
n-gga make the money, but never knew how it felt
in a hundred pair pants, thats a hundred different belts
dress kills, chronic helps
p-ssy just for the moment
ballin’ like a Hornet
see I get it, I want it
everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
you can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son
big talks just talk, I let my money bark
put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
go, cause I don’t feel a single drop of pressure
no, (?)strap foreign guap collector
he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape

Friday, November 12, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Home Sweet Home Lyrics (Ft. Pusha T)

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Lloyd Banks - Home Sweet Home (Ft. Pusha T)

[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
crosses for the power, ghetto for the smiley
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 (?)

[Chorus]

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (Ft. Ryan Leslie)

[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 f-cking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit u 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 Verse 2]
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 f-cked 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!
If I don’t remember you!

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Make Money Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Make Money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me
super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny
you know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy
aint no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting
they made I got in, never shoot or let me do
body full of diamonds, hoppin’ out the Bentley coupe
crime high, I’m climbin’, the other pockets empty crew
n-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue
red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear
heart pumpin’, anti freeze as I stand here
punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos
run up on me like a dolo when I’m thumping dolo
(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow
twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

make money, even though it don’t make me
it takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

Flat party, I’m steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
white Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy
aint no probably, she leave’s I’ma get a doggy
Bank’s aka ya got nothing for me,
show me 30 40 more MC’s later they will bore me
delivery semi auti, styles I’ll never story
bout a thousand they will call me I’ma different category
you playing big, riding round in your family crib
look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid
we handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked
ashes out the window of a brand new six
don’t look behind me, move me, you and what army
armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
you owe me sorry’s, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin’s and aunt’s

make money, even though it don’t make me
it’s takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Lloyd Banks - Unexplainable Lyrics (ft Styles P)

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Lloyd Banks - Unexplainable (ft Styles P)

[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….

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Lloyd Banks - Stuntin Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Stuntin

Lloyd Banks - Celebrity Lyrics

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Lloyd Banks - Celebrity feat. Akon

I ain’t even home when they’re talking about me
Fuck all my ..when you’re talking about freedom nigger
Freedom don’t pay the bills I’ll all .. be
You rappers don’t know me
Neah I ain’t your homey
If you need .. Ferrari
You told me
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my..
Soldier make it …

Clear my mind
You’re looking for trouble
I pop death
You’re looking to a sun …
..
I’ve been piping on some hore
Still eating lobster and …
I’m black like crack over the ..
You don’t know
Wherever I go the gun goes

Chorus
We are in the crime
All the time
Am I the .. nigger come and snatch mine
I keep an eye

To see it shine
I might let your ass start this time
While I get this paper paper
While I get this paper
Cause I’m a celebrity
I don’t need none of you
Cause I’m a celebrity
Keep your pockets ..
Cause I’m a celebrity
Take your feet ..
Cause I’m a celebrity
An unchanged nigger

Media attention popularity is pressure
Porche panorama
.. spend half of the day on
Niggers for days to used to shot sprays on

6 4 jumping like the ground is too high
They spot me and chasing niggers down two blocks
Two shots in the air .. niggers ain’t there

It was a paparazzi flash

Chorus