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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