need protection for ya body round here, you'll get bodied down here! {LLOYD BANK$! } Yeeah! - I'll see you niggas at the finish line All my niggas gotta
G To get a homeless nigga come and cop a tape off me I do my thing with the flows, do my thing with the hos And my nigga Bay Lloyd keep a fresh pair of
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
mood as I am but you don't so you just feel like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last time you're actions got me hot as my last rhyme you're
'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind
give my heart Do anything that's what I do Just so that she would be mine I'll give her all my time Every part of me my mind Soul and my body wassup
my heart, do anything, it's what I'll do Just so that she would be mine, I give her all my time Every part of me my mind, soul an' my body, what's up
disappear Now I ain't from Michigan but I'm in the Fab Five You know Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin' name Whether the truck or train, my mind
[Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a
Bentleys and Dre push Diablos That Eminem money got cash in my eskro Screws Mcduck say swimmin' in my cash flow Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow Best flow Banks
I keep my hip on pound 'cause shit gets hectic in my town Drag my family with me 'cause that's how real niggas get down If it wasn't for 50 I probably
Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs Runnin with my brother
[Chorus] My blood rushin off 151 proof high speed blowing weed out the sunroof my car got navigation if u want too later I can come thru, and break it
the block Im blowing hevay on the sofa with the dessie just incase a nigga soft enough to slip through the crack Id rather throw some at you then get my
dice, Pray to god my number come. Where my opponents, My flow is colder than tha homeless. This microphone is, Only controlled with my aromas. I wish my
for more Tony's home Yo Banks I told these niggas man [Lloyd Banks] Yall done fucked up now Yee! Yeeeeee! {Tony Yayo] Here We go [Chorus: Lloyd Banks