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Tony Yayo &Lloyd Banks Speak On Artists They Terminated
Tony Yayo &Lloyd Banks Speak On Artists They Terminated
Tony Yayo &Lloyd Banks Speak On Artists They Terminated &Whos Alive Including Cam'Ron, Lil Wayne. Fat Joe, Dj Khaled, Ja Rule, &NAS [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks - Cake (Instrumental)
(Gal)money money money money cakeLloyd Banks* i need the cake nigga The Unit dont play we rap but we strapped buck got the shotgun 50 got the mack spida got the sweeper and u bound to hear it clap u wont have another birthday cake afta that cause yayo got a temper and he dont 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 u mutha fuckas lookin like steak food on the plate for the wolves follow wolves dont get moved by the tools blood will ooze on ya shoes wait control ya hate u aint ridin in dem 6s cause u spendin all ya cake on dem bitches i need the bread lil niggas need christmas banks dont rap wit a back pack im in it for the money (for who?) the money (for who?)the money (the devil) the money(50 and girl)the cakex2 *50 Cent* you heard banks said so i know i got the mack i pull up pull out spray hollows at your back i dont give a fuck its goin down like that i done been through evry hood dead niggas gone rap in the heart of a victim murda is monumental i dont complicate shit yea i keep it simple my bullet wounds will tell u a story bout wut i been through southside trama drama wit gallamas i conversate wit killas its usually about life politicate wit lawness its usually bout white im da poster child of violence im the boy on the poster when the shots start to rang out im the boy wit the toaster yeah listen up clickoi huslte i get though u fuckin wit a sicko i spazz let a clip go cannon out da rental beam to ya temple i squeez blow your mental all ova ya friends *Lloyd Banks* me im from the street where aint nothin sweet the home of the hommies theres a body every week now i dont hear the sirens but they prolly gonna creep plottin to pull me ova put the cake in my jeep so ill be skippin cities 7 states in aweek cant a mutha fuckin breathin tell me i cant 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 u headed up state for rollin round wit a steak niggas start up the beef and run str8 to the cops you a bitch ass nigga the cupcake of the block n e nigga disrespect the click gettin shot round here niggas get found upside down ova the money the money the money the money the cake (gal)money money money money cake [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks Freestyle - 718 Nigga
New Lloyd Banks Freestyle"718 Nigga"Thisis50 Exclusivehttp://www.thisis50.com [ More Detail ]
by 50CentMusic 2min35sec, Views:114452, Ratings:4.70pt, Votes:271, Comments:297, Added at:08/07/30 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Moneywalks
New music from Lloyd BanksMoneyWalksThisis50 Exclusivehttp://www.thisis50.com [ More Detail ]
by 50CentMusic 2min34sec, Views:46895, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:199, Comments:124, Added at:08/07/29 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Anotha 50 / Simple Life
Freestyle from Lloyd BanksThisis50 Exclusive!http://www.thisis50.com [ More Detail ]
by 50CentMusic 3min35sec, Views:45110, Ratings:4.90pt, Votes:156, Comments:148, Added at:08/07/26 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Karma (remix)
Lloyd Banks Feat. Avant- Karma, from Banks's album Hunger For More(video rmx by me)**Comment and rate**I like this song and lloyd banks.[LYRICS][Chorus: Avant]I am the one you denied Pushed me off everytime I tried But I'm alright...I'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you're ready to ride...I'm down for a one night standI'll accept it anyway that I can Cuz I ain't your man...I'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstYeah.. yeah[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]I can't keep my eyes off yaI can tell why them other guys lost yaThe kind's rarer than a flyin' saucerAnd thas why I can offer, similarities in our charactersHaven't ya heard the word round town, how I get down?They gon' whistle, every body part is officialWhen that ass wit chu, got my dick hard as a missleDon't hop on top cuz I ride around with a pistolIf they pull us over, I'll be outta town with a issueIf you was mine, I'd introduce you to mama girlYou're stylin' in your boots and GabannaI'm so used to your Prada, I take trips cuz out in Houston its hottaThrow in that Al Green and juice the ImpalaLay my jewels on my collarYou had me feelin' like a fool when I holla'dTryna squeeze in but you wouldn't botheredNow I ain't either, soon as I realize that I ain't need herShe in a rush to get close to me but I ain't eagerShit...[Chorus: Avant]I am the one you denied Pushed me off everytime I tried But I'm alright...I'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you're ready to ride...I'm down for a one night standI'll accept it anyway that I can Cuz I ain't your man...I'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstYeah.. yeah[Lloyd Banks]Look I don't mean to bother youBut ya sex appeal is remarkableYou make a G wanna walk around in a park wit chuThere ain't no tellin' the kinda things that imma start to doIf I get wrapped up on your ass too fastI can tell you feel the same cuz when I asked you laughedSo imma, leave it at that take a hint and put in my mathI imagine you probly look twice as good in a bathAnd I'm buggin, cuz I can see u right in the hood when i passI'm never stable cuz business is on my assBut you can be the one that I visit before I dashAnd I admit I been the type to hit and splitBut you can't blame me for the females that I been gettin' witCuz, most of these broads just have they eyes on my gritTill they ain't gettin shit and learn to be satisfied with the dickAnd, if you aint worth it thas all you getI ain't gonna blame you imma blame all you tricksCuz[Chorus: Avant]I am the one you denied Pushed me off everytime I tried But I'm alright...I'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you're ready to ride...I'm down for a one night standI'll accept it anyway that I can Cuz I ain't your man...I'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstYeah.. yeah[Lloyd Banks]It seems like your attitudeOnly appears when I'm mad at youWhen several situations occur and that includesWhen I'm gone too long ridin' through them avenuesSoon as I get home its rumors an scattered newsYo know my fantasies am I feeling things or can this beYour girlfriends tryna to sandwich meMy hearts colder than sandwich meatCuz I, come from the hood where the hammers beI move fast but I switch paceAnd pop a Listerine strip in, before u get all up in a bitch faceMovin' your body like thisGon' make me blow like a bottle of crisMan I dont know no one hotter to twistYou got my temperature risin', from your hips to ur thighs an'That glare in your eyes'll brighten up a horizonIt comes naturally I don't bribe 'emAs easy as 1, 2, 3 and I slide in[Chorus: Avant]I am the one you denied Pushed me off everytime I tried But I'm alright...I'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you're ready to ride...I'm down for a one night standI'll accept it anyway that I can Cuz I ain't your man...I'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstYeah.. yeahI am the one you denied Pushed me off everytime I tried But I'm alright...I'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you're ready to ride...I'm down for a one night standI'll accept it anyway that I can Cuz I ain't your man...I'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who firstYeah.. yeah [ More Detail ]
by MissHangover 4min36sec, Views:3805, Ratings:5.00pt, Votes:8, Comments:0, Added at:08/06/28 [ DownLoad ]
G-Unit TOS commercial - 50 Cent &Lloyd Banks - Violent
G-unit new album TOS in stores July 1stViolent50 Cent and Lloyd Banks - Part 1http://www.thisis50.com [ More Detail ]
by 50CentMusic 35sec, Views:367933, Ratings:4.00pt, Votes:769, Comments:779, Added at:08/06/25 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Go Hard Or Go Home
[Lloyd Banks:]Yeah you gotta hold your ownUh huhGo hard or go home[Verse 1:]Banks I ball like my clocks runnin' outAnd still come through on the clutch to make 'em shoutWipe the sweater offAnd jet offIn something new23s on the wheel and Jordan on the shoeIts nothing to scoreThats all I really doOne after anotherHit and burn rubberI swung with the silver I grew up around the wayWhere you had to sweep all the glass before you playHes a top C like 80 to a noLike Shady with the flowLike McGrady on the goalMy name ring like M-80s when it blowI hit the ladies then I goIts three Mercedes and a RollsYou know?I got my heart from the streetLearned how to hustle in dirt and concreteAnd when you get ya hands dirty you don't get to sleepAnd if you don't go hard you don't get to eat[Chorus: Riz]When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your ownGrind its crunch time go hard or go homePlayer you wanna shine go hard or go homeWhen that money on the line go hard or go homeWhen ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your ownGrind its crunch time go hard or go homePlayer you wanna shine go hard or go homeWhen that money on the line go hard or go home[Verse 2: Riz]I only took it out the ghetto go hard on the black topIll with the peel are you real then jumpshotKilla with the crooks had the crab goin' crazyI'm about to zone out like Kobe goin' for 80Got a name in the street from pushin' the rock wellTryin to double double hit the block with a twelve twelveMike was the best when he left the game changedI'm runnin' through the league like Lebron homie King JamesYou know the namePlayer you see the chainPink, White and Yellow call it the triple doubleLloyd Banks and Riz like Allen and CarmelloNuggets sit in the bezelIll the grill yellowHelloWe goin' hard hate it or love itYou ball on a budgetI'm makin' moves straight to the bucketMight catch me in the Lastrace spittin that fireOn that puff puff pass like Nash the Stadermire[Chorus: Riz]When ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your ownGrind its crunch time go hard or go homePlayer you wanna shine go hard or go homeWhen that money on the line go hard or go homeWhen ya ball in the streets you gotta hold your ownGrind its crunch time go hard or go homePlayer you wanna shine go hard or go homeWhen that money on the line go hard or go home [ More Detail ]
by ThisIsMischa 2min39sec, Views:5842, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:25, Comments:28, Added at:08/06/19 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Survival (Instrumental)
[Lloyd Banks]So you say you a gangsta, rightAre you really a rider, yeaYou don't take shit from no one, noAnd got your mind on your muthafuckin dough, lets go[Verse 1- Lloyd Banks]I'll be a South Side nigga till I rotEven though I got the yacht in the million dollar botSuperman armor on the '69 drop0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flopI blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feelMy head light smooth when I move the steering wheelI ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chillI pop bottles for real, with pop artists that killI move 2 mill, my backyard is a fieldI ain't tough for the tube, I'll smack y'all for realGo head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga laterI'm hood like butter holes and pissy elevatorsI went from playing the same block to BangkokSo I can get money between raindropsAnd my piece so heavy I pop a chain a weekAnd get so much pussy I cant sleep[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]Poppa was a rolling stoneNever came back home now I'm on my ownSo I had to learn a few things bout survivalLike the ice pick done off the bottomIf you scared don't come around hereGuns ammunition don't run out hereAs soon you get the paper you try itA nigga try me he wont see tomorrow[Verse 2- Lloyd banks]I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yepTV the same size as Kevin GarnettA brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopperWhite fan base cause Eminem is my partnerI'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopperI blow marijuana the color of grass hopperI ain't a regular niggaAll the promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to SingaporeMy dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'emElvis's and Red Monkey with the monkey on 'emShelves'll leave a niggaz food stamps blueLike a full tube of acid in your shampooWe don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricksWe got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clipsWatch your mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wristsAnd my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]Poppa was a rolling stoneNever came back home now I'm on my ownSo I had to learn a few things bout survivalLike the ice pick done off the bottomIf you scared don't come 'round hereGuns ammunition don't run out hereAs soon you get the paper you try itA nigga try me he wont see tomorrow[Verse 3- Lloyd Banks]A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmedAnd had money wrong shoot him in his underarmPick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charmI got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking DonI burn big everyday, nothing but the bongI don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm goneI'm in a class all by myselfI'll whoop your ass all by myselfI got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinumYoung hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black onesI been patiently waiting to get on my shit againSo this is for the corner they cornered a nigga inI wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by youAnd burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighterNigga you stupid riding by trying to blast meCause my window got the glass from a taxi[Chorus- Lloyd Banks]Poppa was a rolling stoneNever came back home now I'm on my ownSo I had to learn a few things bout survivalLike the ice pick done off the bottomIf you scared don't come 'round hereGuns ammunition don't run out hereAs soon you get the paper you try itA nigga try me he wont see tomorrow [ More Detail ]
G-Unit Freestyle Lloyd Banks Tony Yayo On DJ Green Lantern
Fire freestyle from Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo [ More Detail ]
by ganggeneral 8min5sec, Views:89031, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:242, Comments:337, Added at:08/05/21 [ DownLoad ]
lloyd banks - karma with lyrics
LLOYD BANKS LYRICS"Karma"[Chorus]I am the one you deniedPushed me off everytime I triedBut I'm alrightI'm able to swallow my prideAnd put all the bullshit to the sideIf you ready to rideIm down for a one night standI'll accept it any way that I canCuz I aint yo manI'll try for whatever its worthJust remember who played who first[Lloyd Banks]I cant keep my eyes off yaI can tell why them other guys lost yaYour kinds rarer than a flying saucerAnd that's what I can offerSimilarities and charactersHavnt ya heard the word around townHow I get down?They all whistleEverybody part officialAnd that ass was youGot my dick hard as a missleDont hop on topCuz I ride around with a pistleN if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issueIf you was mine id introduce you to momma girlYou're stylin' your boots and GabanaIm so used to ur pradaTaking trips to houston its hottaThrowing that Al Green n using that impalaLay my jewels on my collarYa had me feeling like a fool when I holla'dTrying to squeeze in but you wouldnt botherBut I aint eitherSoon as I realize that I ain't need herShe in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]Like I dont mean to bother youBut your sex appeal is remarkableU make a G wanna walk around in a park with youThere aint no telling what kinda things that I'm'a start to doIf I get wrapped up on your ass to fastI can tell you feel the same cuz when I ask you laughSo I'm'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my mathI imagine your prolly twice as good in a bathBut I'm bugginCuz I can see you right in the hood when I passI'm never stabled cuz business is on my assBut you can be the one I visit before I dashAn I admit I been the type to hit n splitBut you can't blame me for the females that I been getting withCuzMost of these broads have there eyes on my gritsTill they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'N if you aint worth it then thats all you getI aint gonna blame you I'm gonna blame all you tricksCuz[Chorus][Lloyd Banks]U seem like your attitudeOnly appears when I'm mad at youWhen several situations occur and that includesWhen I'm gone to long ridin' thru them avenuesAs soon as I get home this room is a scattered boosU know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speedN ur girlfriends trying to sandwich meMy hearts colder then ya sandwich meatCuz I come from the hood where the hammers beI move fast but at a switch paceN I pop in a listerine strip before you get all up on a bitch faceMoving your body like thisGonna make me blow like a bottle of crisI dont know noone hotter then twisYou got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs anThat glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizonIt comes naturally I dont bribe emIt's easy as... 1, 2, 3 and I slide in[Chorus][Thanks to Pimpology050@yahoo.com for these lyrics][Thanks to dmoran9@nyc.rr.com, curvyone07@yahoo.com, tenderoni93@verizon.net, Devildogg8303@aol.com for correcting these lyrics][ www.azlyrics.com ] [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks - Warrior (Music Video)
Lloyd Banks - Warrior (Music Video) [ More Detail ]
by UnitedKingdomMusic 3min14sec, Views:68881, Ratings:4.90pt, Votes:176, Comments:145, Added at:08/02/29 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks Feat. Avant - Karma
From the video library of director Lil X. For more go to www.lilxonline.com [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks - I Am Legend (New 2008) *FREE DOWNLOAD+Lyrics*
Banks is back!!! Exclusive music from Lloyd Banks "I Am Legend" with a new flow. Back with a vengeance!Download Link:http://www.sendspace.com/file/6w50bgwww.myspace.com/MajorMusicNYLyrics...Back With a vengence, minus the big pendantsSo they think my head big - but i got the same co-defendantsRap is like tennis, Why? I'll punch you back and forth;My ratchet's my racket - that'll back em off Off with hater head, bury em still breathing;6 feet in his own borough for no reasonNow thats it freezing, I figure I'll put the coups up;Get two trucks, wit smokey grey and blue guts, a few bucks, will get you bucked, betta juice up;Or ride around wit the roof, up cause if not, We'll snatch you right outta there - get outta of here Marks on your outer layer; I'll lay ya down, plus im bout it player - I get where im going without a favorWithout poltics; tricks a free pass, i need cash, in the seats fastBut me, I got to eat - I am a don - wipe my feet;I don't know what song it is, but i have always liked the beat,So therefore - it's mine to eat, eat my lambo dust, niggas is grimey so only in hammers we can trust, till its a slammer in them cuffsI Am Legend;I make mixtape heaven - ya peasent, you dont wanna be the 187, ya doneI break bread in the slums, summer to winter I come;The switch siders wont work - I tell em get it from them The nemisis of this;Your belated christmas gift, they hatin' dont get the Crys; Paper wont get you thisFake niggas slit ya wrist, My balance is ridiculousThese old niggas frivolous; you cant be serious they all on they periods;might as well make em bleed all over they tight clothing I pop shit got, got metal for chest;Just like Logan - Boom - lyric explosionThey can play the club all the time - nobody knows them Me on the other hand, three seprate law suites are openYa smokin nigga, new york city aint jokinMy flow potent - im stronger than a pure block Warlock, attitude like 'Im the one - your not' 1964 drop, 1982 boy, 2000 and 9 style; you outta the blind nowThe best what? over my gold casket; fatherless child bastardif there is a requirement test then, i passed it, with flying colors;My flying spur damn there all rim - no rubber, im in take cover i been, were many wont go, you wont blow,I toured the world, Im going back - alsoMiddle finger po po, the punks behind the patch; watch ya back dont eat cheese chunks; im not a rat keep pumps and nines back, or get linebacked;Flat line, line em up - we ballin and diamond up Im all in and out a slut, nigga get ya dollas up;Ya proud of what? Nigga you pouted up [ More Detail ]
by anthonynkurdi 2min37sec, Views:107370, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:208, Comments:307, Added at:08/02/19 [ DownLoad ]
Lloyd Banks - Breathe Freestyle
Lyrics:Your boy sickSo move or the germ might touch yaI'm at the rucker, burning them trees up like UsherWhen I teach you how to rap famI'm in that black vanLike Air Ones and Canaries the size of PacmanWho gives a fuck if it's our brawlCuz my dog got the windows from the 24-Hour slawgI'm on the verge of flippinLord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the board drippinMe and 50 are like Michael and PippinRyu and Ken, whoever you send, I'ma rip em'I'm added to society, mainly wit my systemRun and put em' in the truck, like a kidnapping victimI'm papa so they pushin me harderMy associates got interior motives like Bush and his fatherI figure, I rather play wit these blades before i passBuild a ballcourt, and go buy Bentleys to go to crashI'm headed towards my primeWit metaphors and minesAnd I compliment my momma wit pedacures and windI'm nine for nine, the rap EinsteinPound for poundI'm Tyson a.k.a IcyinMessage for the recordI ain't sleepin for a secondSo even if i make it theres tool under the pillowI'm brought up, to the V wit a poolish from the windowI'ma smoker, so the brokas won't leave us wit the IndoI'm always wit a pair, before the crew looks for the bimboA dead meats in ur daughterI'll fuck her and won't support herI'm matching on the pedalSmile from ear to earMiddle finger in the airBefore I catch her eyeKeep rydin behind your tens fuckNiggas don't know no DenimThey'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cupThey goin off of we sayNiggas is runnin off from my buzz, fatser than Jamaicans in the relayI'm blowin the cush, driving lazy in the laneYelling money ain't a thangLike Jay-Z and JermaineAbout 80 on the chainLike Brady wit the aimI'm the sameWhether the Mercedes or the trainAnd I may be on a planeBy the end of the nightBut it's aightTho, I might throwI'm rich off a Mic HoeMy stamina's lowX-Rated is my type soI keep the crib packed in, no telling where it might goLiving room, dining room, bedroom, bathroomUpstairs, nuts smared all over your SasoonYa on that fly shitThat Southside shitThet I'ma sit on these ten million before i die shitI'm from the block where the heafers beTo doing shows out in Kingston when they rocking where your peppers seeAnd being gangsta ain't enoughA lil' nigga that's stuntin will put a killa in a box like ChuckCHEAH! [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks I'm So Fly Instrumental
lloyd banks im so fly instrumentalLyrics:I'm So Fly...An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buyI'm So High...An I'm on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eyeWhen I Ride By...An I don't care, G-Units goin straight to the top this yearNigga Im So Fly...An I've got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy....[Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks]Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)To smooth to stutta (stutta)His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoups of butta (butta)Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love herGrab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he's a earnaMy bitch lays it out real nice for me to murdaFight, wake up n' fuck like Ike n' Tina TurnerIt's a privilege to ride with a celebCause them girls over three don't got a problem given headParanoia is on ya that's why your mama is in your bedFuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya headAnd where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckinAnd niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckinIt's eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillowOr cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillowThe chronic is blownFor my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home[Chorus][Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Don't confuse me with these suckasCause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Lou move at the ruckaThank god for given Banks the giftYou think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchiefNigga there's no one out the click that freeze usBelieve that cause I aint scared of shit but jesusLook dawg i dont roam with the poodlesDifference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodlesYa boys corrupt kidBanks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff didYou jokes cant afford these homesLook around I got 40 clones now look down that's 40 stonesAnd that's only in the necklaceI'm bony and I'm reckless (vroom) there's Tony in a LexusIm fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thoughtIm in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport[Chorus][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]When I travel I know Im gonna get stuckCause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that's blowin shit upI got the patience of a high school teacherAnd a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneakerWill the goody girls back of usMy hearts colder than jack frost isWe pack shows and attract bossesBlack clothes and my black forcesA black rose for a rats coffinBlowin O's in that black coffinBlowin the road and im back flossinNo one knows how much that's costinFuck ass only the green moves meI got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movieSo if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothlyOr get a little red spatter on ya cream coogyMy name ring each stateSo you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eighthttp://www.lyricsmania.com [ More Detail ]
Lloyd Banks - On Fire
Enjoy.[Intro - Lloyd Banks]New York City!You are now rocking with the bestLloyd Banks! G Unit![Chorus - 50 Cent] (Lloyd Banks)We on fire - up in hereIt's burning hot, we on fireShe'll take it off, if it get too hotUp in this spot, we on fireTear the roof off this motherfuckerLight the roof on fire (Uh! Nigga what you say?!)We get loose in this motherfuckerLight the roof on fire fire fire[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Naw I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna26 inch chrome spokes on the HummerThis heat gon last for the whole summerRunning your bitch faster then the Road RunnerRocks on my wrist, rose gold underGlocks on my hip, those throw thunderI'm riding Dalvins by the pierBut when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your earYeah, I'm riding with that all black snubRaiders cap back, all black glovesA ladies man, but the boy smack thugsThese record sales equal more back rubsNot to mention the boy pack clubsHis impacts about as raw as crack wasNow all these new artists getting wrong dealsI'm only 21, sitting on mills[Chorus][Verse - Lloyd Banks]If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a ballerIf I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call herI'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughterBut I can't blame her for what her momma taught herAnd I don't care bout what the next nigga bought herCause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuelaI got a diamond about as clear as waterAnd I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarterSo cut the games ma, let's go in the backMatter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga downAnd I aint bias when I'm riding through the townLike em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brownShe gotta be able to cum when I need herTight ass pants, little wife beaterRegular chick or R&B divaBitch say something, I ain't a mind reader[Chorus] [ More Detail ]
by FuriousFunker 3min5sec, Views:8433, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:19, Comments:10, Added at:07/11/22 [ DownLoad ]
MIAMI INK - LLOYD BANKS
mr banks gets his "rotten apple" tattoo [ More Detail ]
by bluehefnerslady 8min41sec, Views:351385, Ratings:4.80pt, Votes:662, Comments:339, Added at:07/10/04 [ DownLoad ]
Get Rich or Die Tryin'-Lloyd Banks 50 Cent-hands up &LYRICS
good song with LYRICS,good video 50 cent ft lioyd banks-Hands Up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em upPut 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]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!)[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]It feels so good to live sucker freeI'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' meIt mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to meLook miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker beI'm a rap starWho wants to be ridin' around in that carTwo in the front and the back got the plasmaThis ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas maI wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthmaAnd I'm busy so I move a bit fasterYou can't tell me yes if I don't ask yaHaha I'm a bastardDamn near showin' his hand over the plasticCause they wanna see your man go in the casketRule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's itLights off and your body's stiffBy the same niggas you used to party with[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]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!)[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]I cruise through the strip22's on the whipNew rule: gonna hitThousand dollar outfitNever snooze never slipFollow rules or get whipNigga move or get hitI don't care who's on the stripIt ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sickNow it's 2006 I need a new bottom missIt's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricksI'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as thisI bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissedI ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chickMy niggas ice grill but it ain't the sameThey don't see the faces they don't see the chainsLike Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with meThey probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk meThis is regular shit the erryday mentalityThey charged up don't make me put in the battery[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]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!)[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)You don't tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'emup, put 'em up We came to party)We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,put 'em up We came to party)Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em upPut 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em upPut 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em upPut 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up [ More Detail ]
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