fuck they gon giv 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
me. [Lloyd Banks] He ain't Kraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on Stuff all my
to back To my people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) She like the bad boys, the bad boys The bad boys (get it get it get it) [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks
to roll up this (Shake) Gotta pee so bad n-gga doing the Harlem (Shake) I was rollin my blunt and seen my side mirror (Shake) thought it was my speakers
bitches like you bitches like you bitches like you See it's bitches like you dat try to take my manhood. It's bitches like you dat make me no good
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news Tray pound's in the
my maker [Lloyd Banks] I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990
I hear a lotta talkin' niggaz must be mad at banks But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as banks Nigga yous front you gon get shot down We
m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good (chorus) (Lloyd Banks) when you think about me grinding my
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news Tony Yayo in the house, bad news 50 cent in the house Bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news Tray pound's in the
this .45 high make me not give a fuck Chorus: Lloyd Banks: But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe
and this .45 high make me not give a fuck Chorus: Lloyd Banks: But as long as i'm here i'm gon' grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe
York, Tony Yayo Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins, here we go! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggaz, know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause
pick in any hood.. G-G-G-UNIT! Banks bout to bubble like crushed grapes I don't give a fuck wait but bring my cut late and its duct tape My hearts colder
minute [Lloyd Banks - Verse 1] I'm into steady stuntin in my Phantom ghost Brand new Louie, brand new outfit and my brand new toast rep by the love get my
put a hole in yo ass, you'll see That it ain't cool to f**k wit me [Lloyd Banks] I know a lot of niggas want Banks gone My kind of beef will f**k up