Lloyd Banks Şarkı Sözleri ( Lyrics ) - Sayfa 2

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 00:59

Southside Story

Yea Yea
I done learn from mistake from my men
Who's not whose gone run?
Who's not whose gone shoot if you shot?
Who gone hold they own who's not
Who's gone choose spots?

In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody
Ni99a will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty
When your Jaycobs freeze smokin' weed is my hobby
You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body

When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head
Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed
I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead
The killer fled wit a f**kin laugh
My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp
Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood
DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug
There I stood stiffer than wood
See homie use to buy me candy
Now he's gone whose provide his family
My ear ringing should have been runnin'
I never thought I could be that sick
Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t
That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots
He could have been aiming for me
Maybe he circled around the block
I turn around to my pops
He like what happen?
This nigga rolled up and started clappin'
I can still hear em' laughin'

It was a regular day in Southside
Sprink aklers kids running all of a sudden
Heads turnin somebody did somethin'
This nigga name I forgot
F**k it he lived around the block
Regular getting money ni99a
But love to clown a lot
Walked across the park stuntin' frontin'
Diamond in his hear diamond watch on
Eatin' a bag of popcorn
Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist
She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it
Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second
He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times
Stayed in the park wit a nigga wit a mano nine
Then in no time older nigga
From behind swung a baseball bat
Left his face all cracked told him take all that
Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown
Love to clown wit his stain on the ground

And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky
California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me
Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter
I'm Southside to they hit me
I'd be dead it foots can kill
I'm from the ghetto boys
But I don't know scarface
I'd push wit bill
My heart spills for the kids
That ain't got nothing
They gotta steal and
For my cousin I lost
Leftover I still remember you...

Lloyd Banks

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 01:04

Til The End

Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke
It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke
Out of last night's pussy the murder that she wrote
Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note
You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions
Constantly sidetracked thinking about who's your man and who isn't
Maybe its necessary maybe you're overreacting
Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin
Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions
Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened
You look behind you when you turn the corna
Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya
N' threats are honestn with that lingering in the back of ya head
Ya know it's possible that you wont make back in ya bed
The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya
But there's nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya

Ft. Nate Dogg:

If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
**** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

Lloyd Banks:
The smell of marijuana reeks off me
I raise hell before I speak softly
Caught in the mix
Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six
Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix
We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips
I've done watched a nigga go from bet to the bricks shit
Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me
Im a bachelor nigga u aint knockin my lady
A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately
N' I hope you catch the long nap, rock a bye baby (gun shot)
When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas
Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us
ya baby boy made the big time
Hoes is watching n' these niggas trying to get mine
Remember back then with lines n' ya flattop
Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock

Ft. Nate Dogg:
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
**** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

Lloyd Banks:
I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky
I never really smile much if you was here you'd know why
There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye
The media ****in me up, right hookin my high
Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside
then they opened their arms wide took the whooping' n' cried
I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall in my crib
And handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid
They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones
If you ain't tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home
I've got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome
And im blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown...homes
You won't know when they gon' dump a slug
But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club
My whole click caked up, u can't compare the doe
And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe

Ft. Nate Dogg:
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa)
**** a bill, **** a bitch, **** a benz (my friend whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)
If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa)
One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa)
Let's toast till we die
Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na)

Nate Dogg:
If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoa)
My friennnnnnd (Whoaa)
Na na na

If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaa)
My nee ga row (Whoaaa)

Lloyd Banks

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 01:07

Warrior

Lloyd Banks:

I'm a warrior
Man i never run never snitch i'm a grown man dog i ain't no bitch
A warrior
Won't change cuz hes rich b4 i shit on my family id lie in a ditch
A warrior
Won't fold under pressure he got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya
A warrior
Ill sacrifice it all if he has to react and think about it after
I'm a warrior

Uh you heard right motha****er my grandmama's daughter ain't raised no sucker.
Heart full of pride and a head full of anger.
Attitude of a winner infared for the danger.
Even the paranoia of a female will change ya wakin up every mornin layin next 2 a stranga.
Im on the move smooth with one aisle for the snakes we can't stand hearin ya name all through the states.
Turn on the BET and watchin ya video pretendin 2 be ya friends the smart ones really no
So if thats ya man warn em cuz theres enough bullets in here 2 hit every NBA patch on em.

Nigga ride till i die the song i sing
You ain't ready 4 the war ill bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And i ain't neva scared

Goddamn ho here i go again the double l oyd get put on the iv tryin 2 try me
The new age ali the black c i g whose eyes
Beside me i'm smooth as an isley sometimes i surprise me you can't even id as low as my eyes be.
I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with ya mouth.
The wrong punchline i have niggas inside of ya house.
Nigga i'm doin good i made it outta the hood.
Out in Beverly Hills no more bottles of wood.
This is it 4 that sticky California should whip me.
I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me...

Lloyd Banks

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 01:10

Warrior Pt. 2

Intro Eminem:

Lloyd Banks:
Ha ha!

Eminem:
It's like a throne that he dont even own
He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around
It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing
He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry
He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport
Runnin suckaz with the competition round the court
He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it
And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it
You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you cant **** with his last joint or the one before it
And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it

Nate Dogg:
This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

Lloyd Banks:
He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate
They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate
And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate
House with just a bigger gate , houndin him was a big mistake
He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break
Cuz he horrendous when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand
So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name
When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game
And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them
G Unit records aint no mother****in stoppin them

Nate Dogg:
This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz
Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

50 Cent :
These niggaz got A Lot of Nothin
So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe em somethin
They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to **** em
Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin
He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, **** em
He dont care how they feel theyre makin em love em
He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin
He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz buggin
He pull a clip everything Niggaz try to buck him
Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em
Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him
Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin
Nate Dogg :
This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It
Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise
It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid
Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Don't Need My Boyz
Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane
Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang
Dont Give a **** About You Suckas Gotta Maintain
Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game

Nate Dogg:
I can give you somethin' you can talk about
I can turn this smile upside down
You ain't no G-Unit ****in' clown
I can take your girl until I turn her out
The bootey layed all out
I can give you ****in' somethin' to be mad about
And buy her rings and I back out
With my DNA all in her mouth...

Lloyd Banks

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 01:14

When The Chips Are Down

Lloyd Banks :
Yee (laughs)

Lloyd Banks :

These niggas wanna see me
Cuz of the way I shine
But it aint that easy
To get mine
You get ya ass laid down

(Voice in beat)

Down
The paint is peelin Now
When the chips are down
Down
You gotta lose all feelin
Now
Your head goes round n' round

Lloyd Banks :

Funny how the world revolves around my click
Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit (damn)
Me and my right hand share the same outfit
Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo)
It's amazing the way that boy came out quick
For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap)
I'm the new nigga the others can't stand
The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh)
Let another nigga fill my spot
If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop
I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not
gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not?

The Game :
Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift
Magazines wanna know where they **** L.A. been
It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in
2001 I was playin my playstation
I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing
All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement
It was either that or the state pen
I woke up out of that coma
Police waitin' for a statement (heart monitor beeps to flatline)

Lloyd Banks :

Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone
Papa left me all alone in the world to roam
But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone
A year past now, caw dead and L gone
And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click
So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick)
Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh)
Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win
If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride)
Every strip, block, and projects is on my side
I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms)
Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo) broke nigga...

Lloyd Banks

**Prenses** · 15.11.08, 01:19

Work Magic

I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)
I come from the heart of southside (yea)
Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)
I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)
Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)

Lloyd Banks :
Baby had tried to steal off the payroll
Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)
I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)
You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)
Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em
Were respected highly
'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)
Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)
If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)
As soon as you aint around jake (jake)
You getcha ass whipped for chips
Now thats the real definition of poundcake
I got the crownsnake
And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake
I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)
Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays

Lloyd Banks :
Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)
I'm headin for the top and im almost there
Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared
I'm headin for the top and im almost there
Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here
Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

Young Buck :
You know how i gets down
This pound hold six rounds
I told you i'd be back bitch
Talk that shit now
You hear that fo fif (.45) sound
Duck when i spit rounds
'cause this aint beverly hills
You in the bricks now
We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell
You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell
Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail
We on that **** the police shit
We livin in hell
You betta guard yo grill homey
And stand yo ground
These bullets burn
They hit whoevers standin around
I never learn even after i took a couple shots
I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12 gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)
If its beef then im ready to ride
Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (motha****a)

Lloyd Banks :
Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my ****in name
Whether the truck or train
My minds stuck on the grind
'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came
Yeahh aint talkin shit
But we can all tell he ass
Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)
You gotta blast me yo (yo)
'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with a raspy flow
Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe
My heart laughin a small
Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball
Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulda
Chain big as a boulder
The 357 tucka
Motha****a

Yeeuhh (laughs)
Mutha****a
Im here yeeuh
Lloyd banks
G-Unit
Money by any means,nigga...

Lloyd Banks

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15.11.08, 00:59	#11 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Southside Story Southside Story Yea Yea I done learn from mistake from my men Who's not whose gone run? Who's not whose gone shoot if you shot? Who gone hold they own who's not Who's gone choose spots? In the streets of New York you can't trust nobody Ni99a will run up on you wit a 12 gate shoty When your Jaycobs freeze smokin' weed is my hobby You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a f*kin laugh My heart pumpin on blast I just stare at him something to grasp Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug There I stood stiffer than wood See homie use to buy me candy Now he's gone whose provide his family My ear ringing should have been runnin' I never thought I could be that sick Damn! I was suppose to see that sht That's when I thought it was more than 3 shots He could have been aiming for me Maybe he circled around the block I turn around to my pops He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin' I can still hear em' laughin' It was a regular day in Southside Sprink aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turnin somebody did somethin' This nigga name I forgot Fk it he lived around the block Regular getting money ni99a But love to clown a lot Walked across the park stuntin' frontin' Diamond in his hear diamond watch on Eatin' a bag of popcorn Walked up behind this shorty grabbin' her waist She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face She felt disrespected shorty couldn't except it Called him a psy told him she be back in a second He didn't pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times Stayed in the park wit a nigga wit a mano nine Then in no time older nigga From behind swung a baseball bat Left his face all cracked told him take all that Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown Love to clown wit his stain on the ground And all my days go by blowin that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads tryin to stick me wit a hicky If we go up quickly stick me Somewhere tipsy the location don't matter I'm Southside to they hit me I'd be dead it foots can kill I'm from the ghetto boys But I don't know scarface I'd push wit bill My heart spills for the kids That ain't got nothing They gotta steal and For my cousin I lost Leftover I still remember you... Lloyd Banks

15.11.08, 01:04	#12 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Til The End Til The End Nobody dead knew they would die before they woke It probably started off a beautiful day with weed smoke Out of last night's pussy the murder that she wrote Cold sweatin from a nightmare mind on a c-note You leave the door open of intensions of fulfillin your visions Constantly sidetracked thinking about who's your man and who isn't Maybe its necessary maybe you're overreacting Maybe your actual downfall is that hole that you clappin Maybe ya pullin conversations that are controllin ya actions Maybe your homie overheard and never told you what happened You look behind you when you turn the corna Cause death has promised ya you seen some niggas go before ya N' threats are honestn with that lingering in the back of ya head Ya know it's possible that you wont make back in ya bed The confusion of jealously and dishonor'll spin ya But there's nothing that hurt worse then when that gun powders in ya Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) ** a bill, a bitch, a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Lloyd Banks: The smell of marijuana reeks off me I raise hell before I speak softly Caught in the mix Put at least a hundred grand on one and bought him a six Acknowledged the weaknesses that his man he taught him to fix We aint never left the hood so we cam corded the trips I've done watched a nigga go from bet to the bricks shit Her slanted eyes with ya chocolate Thai gave me Im a bachelor nigga u aint knockin my lady A lot of these niggas been jockin mine lately N' I hope you catch the long nap, rock a bye baby (gun shot) When 2 brothers, pushed outta different mamas Close enough to conflict or put this shit behind us ya baby boy made the big time Hoes is watching n' these niggas trying to get mine Remember back then with lines n' ya flattop Hoping ya moms aint the mama on crack rock Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) a bill, a bitch, a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Lloyd Banks: I keep my mind on my money and my head to the sky I never really smile much if you was here you'd know why There's frustration and fire if you look in my eye The media in me up, right hookin my high Niggas hated on us before the game took us inside then they opened their arms wide took the whooping' n' cried I got a platinum plaque hangin' on the wall in my crib And handsome is one of the things they've been callin the kid They watch you close when you coppin all those VS stones If you ain't tryin to get it poppin leave the BS home I've got us a ditty broad that gives thee best dome And im blowin on some of the finest weed that's grown...homes You won't know when they gon' dump a slug But you can tell im getting money from the line out in front the club My whole click caked up, u can't compare the doe And if its only one bitch don't even share a hoe Ft. Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (whoa) a bill, a bitch, ** a benz (my friend whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (whoa) One of the few I would take a bullet fo (my neegaaaro whoa) Let's toast till we die Roll up the weed and blow the smoke in the sky (na na na) Nate Dogg: If you my nigga you my nigga till the end (Whoa) My friennnnnnd (Whoaa) Na na na If you my nigga you my nigga till we go (Whoaa) My nee ga row (Whoaaa) Lloyd Banks

15.11.08, 01:07	#13 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Warrior Warrior Lloyd Banks: I'm a warrior Man i never run never snitch i'm a grown man dog i ain't no bitch A warrior Won't change cuz hes rich b4 i shit on my family id lie in a ditch A warrior Won't fold under pressure he got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya A warrior Ill sacrifice it all if he has to react and think about it after I'm a warrior Uh you heard right motha****er my grandmama's daughter ain't raised no sucker. Heart full of pride and a head full of anger. Attitude of a winner infared for the danger. Even the paranoia of a female will change ya wakin up every mornin layin next 2 a stranga. Im on the move smooth with one aisle for the snakes we can't stand hearin ya name all through the states. Turn on the BET and watchin ya video pretendin 2 be ya friends the smart ones really no So if thats ya man warn em cuz theres enough bullets in here 2 hit every NBA patch on em. Nigga ride till i die the song i sing You ain't ready 4 the war ill bring You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing And i ain't neva scared Goddamn ho here i go again the double l oyd get put on the iv tryin 2 try me The new age ali the black c i g whose eyes Beside me i'm smooth as an isley sometimes i surprise me you can't even id as low as my eyes be. I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with ya mouth. The wrong punchline i have niggas inside of ya house. Nigga i'm doin good i made it outta the hood. Out in Beverly Hills no more bottles of wood. This is it 4 that sticky California should whip me. I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me... Lloyd Banks

15.11.08, 01:10	#14 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Warrior Pt. 2 Warrior Pt. 2 Intro Eminem: Lloyd Banks: Ha ha! Eminem: It's like a throne that he dont even own He wont sit down, given the crown he just throws it around It's like a joke he's like a king, but he dont rule a thing He dont want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He dont want the fame dont want the lute he's in this for a sport Runnin suckaz with the competition round the court He appreciates your support but he aint beggin for it And you cant love it you can hate it but you cant ignore it You cant be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short But you cant ** with his last joint or the one before it And he was gonna raise hell like them country boys And if I'm frontin then you better come confront me for it Nate Dogg: This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game Lloyd Banks: He's straight outta the neighborhood but Niggaz hate They see you go and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Your stomachs ache while he's loungin at the big estate And he hops in a 100 thousands with a Nigga's gate House with just a bigger gate , houndin him was a big mistake He wont surrender he'd rather give up a rib to break Cuz he horrendous when they wouldnt lend a helpin hand So he was sittin on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz so when you gotta mention his name When you discuss him the illest playa that's in the game And he's ridin with Em, 50 cent, Doc and them G Unit records aint no motherin stoppin them Nate Dogg: This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nuthin To Be Makin Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Dont Need My Boyz Im Doin About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game 50 Cent : These niggaz got A Lot of Nothin So those niggaz from the hood act like we owe em somethin They talk crazy til we send this nigga in there to em Ask 'em if theres a problem and they'll say naw its nothin He's been tryin to help em out, but since they fronted, em He dont care how they feel theyre makin em love em He hold it down on his own the kid is really thuggin He's rich now, he aint change since these Niggaz buggin He pull a clip everything Niggaz try to buck him Keep ya pistols on ya hip I show you we aint tuck em Niggaz say they gon' get at him but they cant touch him Try to catch em slippin, they creepin and he start bustin Nate Dogg : This Is The Story Of A Warrior U Kno U Kno It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Don't Need My Boyz Im Doin' About 120 On The Fast Lane Kick Back Just Relax Let Me Do My Thang Dont Give a About You Suckas Gotta Maintain Money Power And Respect In This Rap Game Nate Dogg: I can give you somethin' you can talk about I can turn this smile upside down You ain't no G-Unit in' clown I can take your girl until I turn her out The bootey layed all out I can give you **in' somethin' to be mad about And buy her rings and I back out With my DNA all in her mouth... Lloyd Banks

15.11.08, 01:14	#15 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	When The Chips Are Down When The Chips Are Down Lloyd Banks : Yee (laughs) Lloyd Banks : These niggas wanna see me Cuz of the way I shine But it aint that easy To get mine You get ya ass laid down (Voice in beat) Down The paint is peelin Now When the chips are down Down You gotta lose all feelin Now Your head goes round n' round Lloyd Banks : Funny how the world revolves around my click Cuz just a year ago a nigga ain't have shit (damn) Me and my right hand share the same outfit Which fueled the fire that I air the game out with (whoo) It's amazing the way that boy came out quick For that platinum niggas'll blows ya brains out, shit (bap) I'm the new nigga the others can't stand The rubberband man be god damned if I can (oh) Let another nigga fill my spot If a niggas steal from me it's the steel I pop I'm on my grind so if you thought I chill, I'm not gon' stop lettin that steering peel on the block, why not? The Game : Banks they think I'm yayos replacement, nah I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift Magazines wanna know where they **** L.A. been It almost died in the same car Suge got grazed in 2001 I was playin my playstation I heard 9 shots , I'm face down with my heart pacing All I could think about as hidin' my gun and my drugs in the basement It was either that or the state pen I woke up out of that coma Police waitin' for a statement (heart monitor beeps to flatline) Lloyd Banks : Pass the weed and let a nigga get into a zone Papa left me all alone in the world to roam But now I'm grown, millionaires on my cell phone A year past now, caw dead and L gone And I'm sick, bought chopper with a long click So think about that before you make your songs dick (dick) Or lose a limb, please don't get me confused with him (uh uh) Cause I'm down to go a whole round, lose or win If I should die, ride a G through the hood with pride (ride) Every strip, block, and projects is on my side I'm ghetto calm by the 100 grand on my arms (arms) Sick watching of a 100 grand on my charm (whoo) broke nigga... Lloyd Banks

15.11.08, 01:19	#16 (permalink)
Kullanıcı Profili Prenses Alfa Üye Kullanıcı Bilgileri Üyelik tarihi: Apr 2008 Nerden: İstanbul Mesajlar: 11.417 Konular: 1154 Puan Grafiği Rep Puanı:5374 Rep Gücü:0 RD: Teşekkür Ettiği Teşekkür: 38 215 Mesajına 402 Kere Teşekkür Edlidi :	Work Magic Work Magic I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea) I come from the heart of southside (yea) Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea) I gotta busy bird on my side (yea) Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea) Lloyd Banks : Baby had tried to steal off the payroll Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo) I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh) You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh) Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em Were respected highly 'cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh) Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh) If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh) As soon as you aint around jake (jake) You getcha ass whipped for chips Now thats the real definition of poundcake I got the crownsnake And you can tell when im shoppin 'cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha) Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays Lloyd Banks : Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh) I'm headin for the top and im almost there Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared I'm headin for the top and im almost there Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear Young Buck : You know how i gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you i'd be back bitch Talk that shit now You hear that fo fif (.45) sound Duck when i spit rounds 'cause this aint beverly hills You in the bricks now We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that ** the police shit We livin in hell You betta guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit whoevers standin around I never learn even after i took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12 gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom) If its beef then im ready to ride Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothaa) Lloyd Banks : Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5 You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my in name Whether the truck or train My minds stuck on the grind 'cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came Yeahh aint talkin shit But we can all tell he ass Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah) You gotta blast me yo (yo) 'cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio The young gunner with a raspy flow Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe My heart laughin a small Maybe its 'cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you I got the hood on my shoulda Chain big as a boulder The 357 tucka Mothaa Yeeuhh (laughs) Mutha**a Im here yeeuh Lloyd banks G-Unit Money by any means,nigga... Lloyd Banks

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