around, get used to the gold plaques Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks
G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (full of controversy until I retire my jersey) [Lloyd Banks] It's like niggas rate the respect of who gat bigger Banks
like Ben Gay, cause his back go out He the one that taught me, what bein' black's about Now peep the roach on the walls, that fall and crawl on my friend
the back of the police car Pointing out the window saying, "He robbed me" It's elementary [Lloyd Banks] 1,2,3,4 [50 Cent] Lloyd Banks' in the house [Lloyd Banks
wont allow me to relax bring on the next five look how they grindin' on my lap. Booty, breast, thighs keep your boy relapsin' back and you deserve way more than that, ill just fall back
, so give a nigga love Yeah, I'm popular, but dont get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up With these wannabe Lloyd Banks
me all mine back/my award my applause gota rule the world mind trak/...just weed im crack everything that breathe get hi/whr my money bitch im back run
[Lloyd Banks] I don?t look for trouble, trouble finds me, I be chilling with the grillin right beside me, wisely he put his f-cking eyes back in place
[Lloyd Banks] This here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe i'll perform it uh, the whip shine like theres baby oil on it i honk the airhorn at them
dude [50 Cent] But theres only 1 problem, niggas aint as bad as Banks [Lloyd Banks] Yea nigga punchline kid is back, New York City stand the fuck up [Lloyd Banks
(feat. Fabolous, Lloyd Banks, Royce da 5'9") [Fabolous:] These niggas losing their minds you find that theres no reward they say they already home it
First by the Rolls! - Extreme shopper hobby Twenty, thirty rats on that - cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!) How you gon' turn your back on your back bone?
Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks
around, get used to the gold plaques Homie got cheese, but he don't feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks
girlfriend keep showin' me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
50 Cent] I Said I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into it Then she drop it low, to gets the doe I Like the Way she do it, She put her back into
in the hood like its government cheese Spray on Suzukis [50 Cent:] Yeah yeah Funk Flex Keep playin' with 'em [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks
rap, touch Deck, I doubt that "Pump It Up" was wack, you swagger jacked "Scenario" All that other trash, couldn't last in my stereo Couldn't beat Lloyd Banks