Home Sweet Home : Lloyd Banks

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[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause that’s what I’ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the…they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I’m counting paper like the cashier
living like I’m limited, breathing like it’s my last air
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he’d do it over
Poverty’s king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should wirte ’bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home

[Pusha T]
I’ma f-cking rap til you blue in the face
you’ll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout histroy they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I’ve never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there’s one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God’s kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that n-ggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city’s my doormat, them home sweet home

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home

[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
f-ck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
crosses for the power, ghetto for the smiley
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin’ rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life’s a b-tcha nd I get (?)

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home

So Forgetful : Lloyd Banks

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[Lloyd Banks]
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting
winter falls when I cake more
Bag models and crush ‘em
I aint never been a cuffa,
my lifestyle is custom
chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustlin,

Lamborghini sunk in
dimes humpin in tight bikinis when I’m out doin somethin,
I know it’s something for me to notice you,
Problem is I’m thinking her too,
And ya crew, a girl smooth,
Got a body like a spur do, and I wanna cruise,
Hit gears to make this whole move,
I’m so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels,
Make my own rules, baby I’ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell f-cking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit u in the pretzel,
and I don’t remember how I met you, so forgetful.

[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
So forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
There’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
If I don’t remember you!

[Lloyd Banks Verse 2]
Wet spots on the mattress
champagne splashes, diamond glasses,
A couple backstage passes, and they find
yeah, how we gettin home, ’cause the keys are gone
get dressed quick bitch grab my phone,
Walkin out alone, smellin like chronic bag cologne,
Drivin home still drunk hope they don’t pull me,
Cause I’m driving with the pully and its loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I’m ain’t a rookie, hear me?
I love chips treat em like my family,
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out,
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps,
It’s goin’ down as long as she black jack,
I’m f-cked up it, lets hope I can snap back,
The last text I got says I missed you,
I must of missed something…so forgetful

[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
So forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
There’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
If I don’t remember you!

Celebrity : Lloyd Banks

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[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain’t even home and they’re talking about me
f-ck out my ear if you talking ’bout freedom n-gger
Free don’t pay the bills Im ballin’ all out, b!
You rappers don’t know me
Nah I ain’t your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work’s still here, I’m just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin’ the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I’ll be pimpin’ on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I’m back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain’t bout to let a n-gga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I’m a celebrity
(I don’t need none of y’all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I’m a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I’m too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I’ll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality’s what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
I’m the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
…there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don’t dare start
you’ll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I’m poppin’ a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I’m past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as f-ck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground ‘em up
I guess you should just shut the f-ck up
and stop f-cking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I’m not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your d-ck cock
is she up to scew and down to f-ck
it’s a man’s World and I’m trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I’m shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth’s up
and I’m watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f-cking butt
and aint sh-t changed, my sh-t still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I’m a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your b-tch means I’ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is d-ck duck tape and a stapler so b-tch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don’t subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!

Make Money : Lloyd Banks

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[Lloyd Banks]
You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me
super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny
you know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy
aint no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting
they made I got in, never shoot or let me do
body full of diamonds, hoppin’ out the Bentley coupe
crime high, I’m climbin’, the other pockets empty crew
n-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue
red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear
heart pumpin’, anti freeze as I stand here
punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos
run up on me like a dolo when I’m thumping dolo
(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow
twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

make money, even though it don’t make me
it takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

Flat party, I’m steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
white Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy
aint no probably, she leave’s I’ma get a doggy
Bank’s aka ya got nothing for me,
show me 30 40 more MC’s later they will bore me
delivery semi auti, styles I’ll never story
bout a thousand they will call me I’ma different category
you playing big, riding round in your family crib
look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid
we handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked
ashes out the window of a brand new six
don’t look behind me, move me, you and what army
armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
you owe me sorry’s, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin’s and aunt’s

make money, even though it don’t make me
it’s takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Unexplainable : Lloyd Banks

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[Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

my hunger is unexplainable
Cool people, Kenevil in my alter-ego
zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
wife, repo, ’bout a mill and a half keyhole
bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilo’s
three-notes got my p’s q’s in my jeans
g-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
four five ceelo, look how good I reload
right back at you, abide by the g-code
click clack deep hole, the industry deboed
we built this (?) ground up
why would they figure we fold
figure fours on the competition
(?)
my flows like the levee’s open
foreign trips, fortified zips, heavy smoking
problem tips, 45 clips, chevy smoking
(?) got into this, I bet he make it
aint gotta give me sh-t I’mma take it

here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top fiver no doubt
talkin, what she got now
old money don’t count, back where she kick out
quit running

[Styles P]
Here’s how I show out
even though I’m rap
I’m with the (?) that move blow out
leather pull the door out
you can make it rain, but I’d rather make it snow out
run up on your crib with the big four four out
Here’s how I show out
watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowups
I’mma kill the block and than leave with the slow up
get your mind popped off before the sign that you throw up
I just want to lamp and feed the weed plants grow up
get that money….

Where Im At : Lloyd Banks

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I’ve had it for the last time
you’re actions got me hot as my last rhyme
you’re options will either get put out greenwich or as fine
fine just aint gon cut it
drama is what you’re in love with
you’re one of them b-tches you run with
lately I’m feeling smothered
(?) conceited with cover girl motives
I gotta rise above it
you think them models loving me
I’m thinking bout dozen, doesn’t really matter what you say
sickness in my stomach,
told you I was gon be splitting, you don’t think I mean it
meant it, everything I got, f-ck you
ain’t no secret no apologies you keep it
now that I’m doing my thing and you peep it
the badder times all outweigh the recent
your energy who needs it
every rumour you hear you go believe it
point out the times you’ve seen it
you stabbed me should linked it
revenge is mine, i need it, need a way out
it’s my f-cking life, let her find a way to stay out
bet you thought (?) aint that easy
bet you thought I need you a million times before you need me
leave me everything that I gave to you
aint no freebies get your coat and go
the female pinnochio, money hungry, hopeless hoe
you f-cking with my focus so
go back to that trunk that played the role before
love is like a cancer when you don’t let go
I’mma blow fo ‘sho
unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don’t need you sinking us
I hope you float, lying through my teeth I hope you don’t
(drown, drown)
now the sound of every (?)
bottles pop out while he smoke
hit me pride that we broke
let them girls crowding me go
if they got something to show
let em show me how I love, I’m never lonely
never even left a scar
you fell hard, I’m laughing
ha ha ha ha ha
tyre smoke fancy car
nothing is what we are
no beginning no tomorrow
cause I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
cause I’m gon be aight without you, you’ll see
there aint no-one on this Earth I’d much rather be cause God-dammit
I’m glad that I’m me

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
cause I’m gon be just fine without you, you’ll see
there aint no-one on this Earth right now I’d rmuch rather be
cause God-dammit I’m glad that I’m me

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

…the relationship, ships sink
you know it’s love as soon as you fall in it
cause sh-t stinks
and it feels like every time I f-cking do I get jinxed
cupid must have put a curse on me
6 weeks went by and we only spoke twice
I’m sitting in your driveway calling you from the car
suffice I think its safe to say your not at home
I’m calling your cell phone, you answer
but I can tell though you’re not alone
how was I to know, it should have been time to go a long time ago
I kept holding on
its comical when I think back now I couldn’t get the hint
you feel the draft…