Lloyd Banks - Everything You Got Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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]

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful Lyrics

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!

Lloyd Banks - Make Money Lyrics

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)

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….