Lloyd Banks - Rotten Apple (2006)

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RELEASE DATE:	2006-10-13 / 대한민국
DURATION:	63:11
# OF TRACKS:	16
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 랩/힙합 이스트 코스트 랩 하드코어 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	156

INTRODUCTION

포스트 에미넴의 대표주자, LLOYD BANKS!! 로이드 뱅크스 2004년 데뷔 앨범으로 200백만 장의 판매고를 기록한 뉴욕의 ‘스트리트’ 래퍼 로이드 뱅크스의 2년 만의 신보

50 센트와 함께 2003년 G-UNIT 결성의 주역이었던 로이드 뱅크스가 50 센트의 그늘을 벗어나 당당하게 자신의 목소리를 내면서 그의 음악의 근원지인 뉴욕에 대한 애증 ....

TRACKS

Disc 1

Rotten Apple

Lloyd Banks

4:28

I'm on parole, I used to be on probation
I'm with my gun I get full corporation
I tell you "take it off" no hesitation
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
Don't play wit' me, I don't have patients
My headachin', and I need my medication
Niggas be hatin', they don't know what they facin'
Nigga you play around, I lay you down
That's how it's goin' down
I be in court throwin' signs like I'm a mason
Nigga witness against me, I'm a erase 'em
If they try an runaway, I'm a chase 'em
Now with the pound, and I'm a lay 'em down
That's how it's goin' down

[Chorus]
Better watch how you talk
Better watch where you walk
On the streets of New York
That's how we get down
22's on the jeep
Somethin' deep in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New York
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck
We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect?
My S on 22's leave ya hos confused
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you"
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York
That's how we get down

[Chorus]

In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit
I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D.
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life
You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'"
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'"
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with
The pump, you can have it how you want
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh)
Ya like how I break it down, want to get rich?
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces
That's how we get down

[Chorus]

[Chorus] 
Better watch how you talk 
Better watch where you walk 
On the streets of New York 
That's how we get down 
22's on the jeep 
Somethin' deep in the seat 
When we creep wit the heat 
That's how we get down

Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk 
Stick up kids don't live long in New York 
Fuck around and catch the wrong jukes on the street 
Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three 
In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' 
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain 
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right 
Teachin' the hood rats what Cristal taste like 
I put 60 on wrist, 12 on my fist, 100 on my neck 
We in the hood nigga schemin', what you expect? 
My S on 22's leave ya hos confused 
On the track ready to choose, like "Daddy we want you" 
My love live ain't change, the shorties still hug me 
Bullet wound in my face, and bitches still love me 
Now Nelly told you how them country boys talk 
I came to teach you how we put it down in New York 
That's how we get down

[Chorus]

In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit 
O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit 
I don't know why niggas like to talk bad about me 
I'm the richest nigga they know without a G.E.D. 
Man it could be the money, it could be the ice 
It could be they'd like to be me and can't live my life 
You should here they be sayin' man "50 be flippin'" 
"Shot my man over 7 grams, that nigga be trippin'" 
I know death is promised, I don't fear gettin' murked 
It's when a nigga half-way killa ya homie, it hurts 
Now we can hit the club and get it crunked 
Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with 
The pump, you can have it how you want 
But I know you like my style (Uh-Huh) 
Ya like how I break it down, want to get rich? 
I'll show you how, take this pack, pump these pieces 
That's how we get down

[Chorus]

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Survival

Lloyd Banks

3:47

So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yea
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your motherfuckin' dough, lets 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, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

So you say you a gangsta, right
Are you really a rider, yea
You don't take shit from no one, no
And got your mind on your motherfuckin' dough, lets 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, its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill
I move 2 mill, my backyard is a field
I ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevators
I went from playing the same block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week
And get so much pussy I cant sleep

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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Playboy 2

Lloyd Banks

3:44

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man, I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah , you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
Hangin' out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playing the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder, a platin' 'em ice pick

We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only n****z 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

Mummy I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of s***** in my sock, I'm hot
If I like it I'm a cop it on the spot, why not?
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked

I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
All I got is the street, my word, my c***
These little n****z emulating' me know why?
Know why, know why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah, you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Hey, pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
Rollin' b**** after b****, blowin' be'emp out the trunk

Now I can take a s*** on all of y'all, d'emp after d'emp
I'm high and I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
Don't front and get to rockin', and my click is popping
Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flocking

I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whoolie that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap

They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never do is
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooh, you should see what my song make them do

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah, you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

If you come from the bottom put your hands up
The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up
You and your click get it popping' put your hands up
And if you front I'm leaving' out of there in handcuffs

Now put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Yeah, man I don't give a f*** what you said

Now put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man, I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah , you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
Hangin' out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Guess who's the man this quarter, the rich playing the boarder
Your papers much shorter, my safe is this big
Not from New York to Georgia, they recognize the slaughter
Diamonds around the boarder, a platin' 'em ice pick

We in them Lambs the color of Candy Yams
The only n****z 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

Mummy I don't dance, I rock, I bop
I half a ounce of s***** in my sock, I'm hot
If I like it I'm a cop it on the spot, why not?
These haters still won't give me my props, I'm shocked

I do it for the concrete, the curb, the block
All I got is the street, my word, my c***
These little n****z emulating' me know why?
Know why, know why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah

The Unit's in this b****, yeah, you know who I'm with, yeah
Rolling out the piff, yeah, six after six, yeah
Hanging out the whips rocks dangling off my wrist, yeah
I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play be O why

Hey, pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs
Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin's
I shop till I drop, I stunt when I want
Rollin' b**** after b****, blowin' be'emp out the trunk

Now I can take a s*** on all of y'all, d'emp after d'emp
I'm high and I'm drunk, havin' lunch at the trunk
Don't front and get to rockin', and my click is popping
Now my hits is dropping that's why the chickens flocking

I ain't a come up, I got the Louis black
Hydraulics on the 'Lac, I pop and whoolie that
Now we got enough toys to knock the city back
Beef and broccoli fitted cap, he's the rockiest in rap

They copyin' my moves I cruise on twenty-two's
Big pools, money and jewels, that's all I never do is
The illest never one at a time, just by the two's
And ooh, you should see what my song make them do

Uh, two figures up, yup, Henny in my cup, yup
Semi in the cut, yup, a very nice truck, yup
I'm all iced up, yup, pocket k***** up, yup
I knock your wife up, yup, man I don't give a f***, nah

If you come from the bottom put your hands up
The hood f*** up the rap then put your hands up
You and your click get it popping' put your hands up
And if you front I'm leaving' out of there in handcuffs

Now put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Yeah, man I don't give a f*** what you said

Now put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up

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Cake	Lloyd Banks

2:46

Money, money, money, money
Cake
I need the cake nigga

The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back

To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate

You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack

I'm in it for the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap

In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas

I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster

Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends

Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep

So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't 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 you 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

Ova the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

Cake
Money, money, money, money
Cake

Money, money, money, money
Cake
I need the cake nigga

The Unit don't play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the mack
Spida got the sweeper and you bound to hear it clap
You won't have another birthday cake afta that
Cause Yayo got a temper and he don't know how to act
I've been gone all winter but now a nigga back

To get the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

And you mutha fuckas lookin' like steak
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate

You ain't ridin' in dem 6s
Cause you spendin' all ya cake on dem bitches
I need the bread lil' niggas need Christmas
Banks don't rap wit a back pack

I'm in it for the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck, it's goin' down like that
I done been through every hood, dead niggas gone rap

In the heart of a victim murda is monumental
I don't complicate shit, yeah I keep it simple
My bullet wounds will tell you a story 'bout wut I been through
Southside trama drama wit' gallamas

I conversate wit' killas, it's usually about life
Politicate wit' lawness, it's usually 'bout white
I'm da poster child of violence, I'm the boy on the poster
When the shots start to rang out I'm the boy wit' the toaster

Yeah, listen up clicko, I hustle I get though
You fuckin' wit a sicko, I spazz let a clip go
Cannon out da rental, beam to ya temple
I squeeze blow your mental, all ova ya friends

Me I'm from the street, where nothin' sweet
The home of the hommies, there's a body every week
Now I don't hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep
Plottin' to pull me ova, put the cake in my jeep

So I'll be skippin' cities seven states in aweek
Can't a mutha fuckin' breathin' tell me I can't 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 you 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

Ova the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

Cake
Money, money, money, money
Cake

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Make A Move

Lloyd Banks

4:46

Uh
G-Yeah
I'm back

[Chorus]
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 oohs
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
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dime
You know I got my nine
Think twice before you cross that line
Nigga you must have lost your mind
Thinkin' you can get off my shines

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 Patron
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 N-Y
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly
South side 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

[Chorus]

Yeah
From what I hear niggas 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
V-V-S 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
B-P-V the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one

[Chorus]

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 niggas 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 niggas, 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

[Chorus]

Grew up in the Y
New York that is
Why-why-Ya know the name
I handle my biz, kid

Uh
G-Yeah
I'm back

[Chorus]
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 oohs
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
'cause I ain't leavin' the club without my dime
You know I got my nine
Think twice before you cross that line
Nigga you must have lost your mind
Thinkin' you can get off my shines

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 Patron
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 N-Y
Your plane ain't the same, it's different when I fly
South side 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

[Chorus]

Yeah
From what I hear niggas 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
V-V-S 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
B-P-V the bottom and top done
I get there, I gets it, I'm done, one

[Chorus]

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 niggas 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 niggas, 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

[Chorus]

Grew up in the Y
New York that is
Why-why-Ya know the name
I handle my biz, kid

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Hands Up

Lloyd Banks

4:00

I Wasn't gone if you missed me
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
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 hammer
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 shit 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 don't 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 suckin' me
It mean the world to her
it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss
get a grip and let a
motherfucker 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 gas mile
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump
that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a
bit faster
You can't tell me
yes if I don't ask ya
Huh I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand
over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man
go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun
and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas
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 hammer
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 shit 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 don't 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 rule gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga 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 the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks
nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion
and the swimming
pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck
the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill
but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces
they don't see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em
they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers
at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit
the erryday mentality
They charged up
don't make me put in the battery
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 hammer
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 shit 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 don't 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
Put 'em up
put 'em up put 'em up put 'em up

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Help	Lloyd Banks

3:55

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 why 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
So I'm doin' things I don't do

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 why 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
So I'm doin' things I don't do

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Addicted

Lloyd Banks

3:00

Yea G-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 ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

Uh man I think I'm addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you blow the less you see
The more you 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 ain't his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
That's 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
You know the names cause we tatooin' 'em on
I'm gone just cruisin' back 2 in the mornin'
So fuck rap I'm 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 ain't 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 that's why they watchin' me
As far as I can see its all mockery
And I'm tryna be all I can be
Now that my foots in the door there's 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 south side I was brought up by the code (south side)
N I was told everything ain't gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world don't turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummy's lose
True you 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 ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

Yea G-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 ain't to hard for me to grab it
Going with this kinda music puts me right back on the block, block

Uh man I think I'm addicted to the life that I had
So I risk it runnin' the street with the heat boy
Three deep in the S-U-V the bigger you blow the less you see
The more you 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 ain't his
And jeapordize the well bein of him and his kids
That's 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
You know the names cause we tatooin' 'em on
I'm gone just cruisin' back 2 in the mornin'
So fuck rap I'm comin' at you in the song
When you hear the (click clack) point it at you n your gone

Ey I got my pockets right my rocks are bright
The drop is blue n the watch is white
Right that's why they watchin' me
As far as I can see its all mockery
And I'm tryna be all I can be
Now that my foots in the door there's 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 south side I was brought up by the code (south side)
N I was told everything ain't gold its cause the glitter
And had to drown the pain with the liquer
The world don't turn unless the money move
The early bird get the worm and the dummy's lose
True you hear the struggle and the grind when I talk
I breathe and I bleed new york

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You Know The Deal

Lloyd Banks

4:05

Uh,
Uh,
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for 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

[Chorus]

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 skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewelery store on time
I look like I bought the jewelery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums, the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
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 sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

[Chorus]

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'm a be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

[Chorus]

Uh, 
Uh, 
Yeah

[Chorus]
Ay I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down
But you ain't got to worry cause we run this town
A nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down
(You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know the deal, it's all about a Dollar Bill
You know for 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

[Chorus]

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 skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewelery store on time
I look like I bought the jewelery store this time
And it's hard to live like a Rap Star on the cover
I got three Magnums, the gun, car, and the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
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 sour on tour
So raw I gotta hotel towel on the door
Hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor
They done followed your boss since two-thousand and four

[Chorus]

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'm a be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty

[Chorus]

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10.

Get Clapped

Lloyd Banks

5:01

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)

[Chorus]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it any where
There's diamonds in my chain there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin' ill make him disappear

Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new jewels don't trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice
Money ain't 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 you add liquer
Cause bein' an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
I'm 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
Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body
With beans outta the shotty while I'm in the Maserati
With somethin' that's gonna swallow me

[Chorus]

My trigga finger feenin' that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin'
Get to close and I'm bustin' it won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak I just nod my head
And you 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 moms for you split
'cause you ain't never gone see that bitch again
And this ain't 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 I'm steady climbin' that means I'm still blowin up
Got you burned while you lookin' see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire
'cause they tired of dealin' with niggas like me

[Chorus]

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 paparazzi love
Envy and betrayal my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and broccoli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you ain't 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 lazers lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes

[Chorus]

(Yea) Hey Yo p, fuck these niggas man
Ill buck these niggas man, can't 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
(Yea) G,G,G,G,G G-Unit

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)

[Chorus]
I know this feel different cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it any where
There's diamonds in my chain there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin' ill make him disappear

Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead
Stay low strapped up metal on inf red
Too smooth won't slip new jewels don't trip
Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip
Oh shit, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice
Money ain't 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 you add liquer
Cause bein' an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya
I'm 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
Don't speed slow ya role don't speak learn the code
For they pop ya ass barbecue ya body 
With beans outta the shotty while I'm in the Maserati
With somethin' that's gonna swallow me

[Chorus]

My trigga finger feenin' that nigga p a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin'
Get to close and I'm bustin' it won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak I just nod my head
And you 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 moms for you split
'cause you ain't never gone see that bitch again
And this ain't 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 I'm steady climbin' that means I'm still blowin up
Got you burned while you lookin' see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner of murda and duke so come through
Ill light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire
'cause they tired of dealin' with niggas like me

[Chorus]

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 paparazzi love
Envy and betrayal my hearts as cold as hockey gloves
I light up and take off that beef and broccoli high
Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk
Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up
Get money you ain't 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 lazers lead to holes, slugs in n out ya clothes

[Chorus]

(Yea) Hey Yo p, fuck these niggas man
Ill buck these niggas man, can't 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
(Yea) G,G,G,G,G G-Unit

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11.

Stranger

Lloyd Banks

3:10

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 A-K's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks
Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin' up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin' they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner

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

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

[Chorus]

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 A-K's and accidents
Where niggas split blunts eight ways and pack the bitch
Mama spit me out with a spindle and I been mackin' since
And I'm stubborn, so I don't lean back and flinch
Your perpetratin', embarrasin' the crooks
Plus your frontin' they only seen Paris in the books
Whenever you leave the bricks watch the niggas you roll with
Before you know it niggas be shootin' up yo' shit
The clubs a fashion show, so niggas go get
And rev up all the broke niggas rockin' they old shit
Before the night is done they be another murder
Put your money to the side for another burner

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

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

[Chorus]

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12.

Change

Lloyd Banks

3:35

Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
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
I'm a rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want
Don't ya?, This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm 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 you'll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who hold New York down
Yea I use to buy Knick's, ten years later
Now I'm super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till I'm 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 don't 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, I'm dope
I'm on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rot
This apple jacks, way long before the platinum 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
I'm a bomb on these niggas till they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
A lot of shit has changed since I came
Y'all done came around here fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungrier than a motherfucka' man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you ain't gettin' from me you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'm a lean on you till you make a mistake
I can't 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, that's why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
I'm 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
I'm on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
N-Y-P-D grind, why?, it ain't a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine I'm a feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin' your mural
For tryin' to be a motherfuckin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I can't wait

[Chorus]

Ha ha ha
Yea, ugh, G,G,G,G,G-Unit
Boy

Yea uh
I like the way that sounds
Uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Now
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
I'm a rain on em, put the chump on a slump
Like a rib shot, that's what the customers want
Don't ya?, This ain't ya typical story
The fore I don't fall in the category
I'm 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 you'll get the gun recipe
These old niggas want the new born sound
Actin' like they don't know who hold New York down
Yea I use to buy Knick's, ten years later
Now I'm super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit
I slip 100 proof till I'm 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 don't 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, I'm dope
I'm on scope when I pass the block, I make traffic stop
A product of everything that made the apple rot
This apple jacks, way long before the platinum 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
I'm a bomb on these niggas till they can't bomb back
The Hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack

[Chorus]
A lot of shit has changed since I came
Y'all done came around here fuckin' up the game
Therefore I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
You playin', I'm hungrier than a motherfucka' man
Rob a store before you walk around poor
Cause you ain't gettin' from me you grown boy
You fuelin' up my fire when you hate
So I'm a lean on you till you make a mistake
I can't 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, that's why my shoulders cold
Mac by the toilet bowl
I'm 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
I'm on recline while my next CD climb
South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9
N-Y-P-D grind, why?, it ain't a easy grind
A nigga try to get mine I'm a feed him nine
And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin' your mural
For tryin' to be a motherfuckin' hero
I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi
I can't wait

[Chorus]

Ha ha ha
Yea, ugh, G,G,G,G,G-Unit
Boy

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13.

Ny Ny

Lloyd Banks

3:30

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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

Nah, I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can c*** back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you n****z how to rap
I'm c****, that's snowy white p***** 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 goons are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops

And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z 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

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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I roll up 'cause it's a hold up, ain't 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 b**** 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 s***, 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's 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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I'm from New York, New York n****z 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 dying coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a c**** baby
Ask Slim Shady, my g** 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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

Nah, I can't play sacs or pull a rabbit out a hat
But I can c*** back and blow your blather out your back
Take that, I'll show you n****z how to rap
I'm c****, that's snowy white p***** 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 goons are loony and strip you naked on the spot
Ain't nobody scared in south, Jamaica but the cops

And speaking' 'bout cops, you n****z 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

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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I roll up 'cause it's a hold up, ain't 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 b**** 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 s***, 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's 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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

I'm from New York, New York n****z 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 dying coke
I'm back baby, mad hype like a c**** baby
Ask Slim Shady, my g** 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
You take a pack and bring it back, don't come up short

'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play

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14.

One Night Stand

Lloyd Banks

3:57

[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro]
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...

[Singer]
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

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
bet if I don't get the ass, I'mma 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
there's a 60-inch plasma in the master room
and we can sleep the whole morning 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
there's Maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
maybe that's why I look at shit like that (Yeah!)

[Singer]
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

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Uh...
And it's 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 'cause 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
'cause my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
I have you hooked off, dick prank callin' you 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'

[Singer]
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

[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]
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 (Ha ha... 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....
La la laaaaa...

[Lloyd Banks (Singer) Intro]
Uh... (Oooooohhh)
Uh huh... (Ooohh)
Yeah...

[Singer]
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

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Yeah..
Shorty damn near mine without the whip and chain
bet if I don't get the ass, I'mma 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
there's a 60-inch plasma in the master room
and we can sleep the whole morning 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
there's Maids for that, this where the paper with the papers at
scars are a part of my story I can't take it back
maybe that's why I look at shit like that (Yeah!)

[Lloyd Banks Verse]
Uh...
And it's 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 'cause 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
'cause my backshots, equivalent to crack rock
I have you hooked off, dick prank callin' you 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'

[Singer (Lloyd Banks) Outro]
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 (Ha ha... 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....
La la laaaaa...

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15.

Iceman

Lloyd Banks

5:27

Yeah! Uh, I'm back
Uh, ha ha
Uh, ooh

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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 Nike's
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin' us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey ? holla back

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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 niggas pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin' flashin' got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin' chillin'
Big game huntin' and this lame's, stuntin'
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin' I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked

[Chorus]

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch out, yeah

Yeah! Uh, I'm back
Uh, ha ha
Uh, ooh

[Chorus]
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

[Chorus]

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 Nike's
Look what I just bought, this white mink I got it in New York
And this bright link I put it on and walk right out the store
Where's my car keys? What am I gon' drive?
My Phantom got the steering wheel on the wrong side
Pocket full of cash, Ferrari with the drive-out tags
Them hoes followin' us, let me stop and get some gas
Liberace, the cops watch me
I'm ice skatin' like a nigga playin' hockey ? holla back

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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 niggas pull up in cargo vans
Palms sweaty, icky's out with they masks all mad
I gave 'em the order, and that's all bad
Born into flossin' flashin' got his mark-ass, smashed
The Iceman is in the buildin' chillin'
Big game huntin' and this lame's, stuntin'
Got an addiction that's deeper than a prescription
He's sleepin' I'm on a mission to beat him in my position
It's fucked

[Chorus]

They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out, I'll fuck yo' wife man
They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman
Watch out
They know me 'round here, I'll fuck yo' wife man
Watch out, yeah

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16.

Gilmore'S

Lloyd Banks

4:00

Yeah, ooh
You n****s know what time it is?
It's time for that gangsta s***

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
I went double but I still tuck the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal

Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run

They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy

Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger
If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street

And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street

I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a n**** have it
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

Yeah, ooh
You n****s know what time it is?
It's time for that gangsta s***

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

I treat a dollar like a mill, countin' every bill
'Cause if I don't watch mine another muthaf***a will
I went double but I still tuck the s****
I'm the truth, why the f*** you think 50 cut the deal

Rollin' in a bag of * when you cut the seal
When I bling the paint job on a Coupe De Ville
I ain't never had a pop, poppa never had a son
Nobody to go get, so I ain't never run

They chat behind my back but they quiet when I come
They treat a lil' n**** like a giant with a gun
I walk with a swagger like I always had money
'Cause I know, they rather see my black a** bummy

Ain't nuthin' funny just a whole lotta anger
Mind of a leader, drama of a gang banger
If a n**** come on property I ain't gonna call
There'll be a splatter on ya shirt and it ain't paint ball

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

I don't follow no rules I'm gettin' in here with the t***
And if I don't, we gonn' burn this muthaf***a down
I'm comin' through swingin' like they do in H-Town
And I roll down the window and spin ya b**** face around

I'm a stunna, hoggin' up the lane like the Hummer
Till the wheel run dry like the rain in the summer
Even the broke n**** can't afford to go to sleep
F*** around and get ya head p****** all over the street

And I ain't got nuthin' for 'em but the heat
My lil' brother want jewelry and Jordan's on his feet
Now, they recognize if ya slaughterin' the beat
And if it wasn't for rappin', I'd have ya daughter on the street

I been the same since Kane and Slick Rick had it
Now n****s die in the car, my whole whip had it
I worked too hard to let a n**** have it
So I pack the A******** for the sideline static, yeah

We ain't got s*** to live for
You either headed for the pen
Or you're on your way to Gilmore
In the middle of the real war
'Cause a five dollar bill is the s*** n****s kill for

I make a million out, yeah
I don't care about a muthaf***a out there
My heart cold and my wrist rock
And I f*** around and die over Hip Hop

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RELEASES

2006-10-09

G Unit, Universal Music (602517000490) Explicit Version

2006-10-13

Universal Music (DS-9304)

Lloyd Banks - Rotten Apple (2006) by Lloyd Banks (보컬) on maniadb.com

INTRODUCTION

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