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 | Lloyd Banks A day in a life of Lloyd Banks |
 | G-unit feat. Lloyd Banks - On Fire G-unit feat Lloyd Banks On Fire |
 | Lloyd Banks - Cake Lloyd Banks - Cake music video |
 | Lloyd Banks - Till The End Banks |
 | Lloyd Banks - Ain't No Click Lloyd Banks - Ain't No Click |
 | Lloyd Banks - Survival Lloyd Banks - Survival |
 | MIAMI INK - LLOYD BANKS mr banks gets his "rotten apple" tattoo |
 | LLOYD BANKS - MY HOUSE new music frm the d unit... G UNIT...LLOYD BANKSRATE THIS SHIT |
 | 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! |
 | Eminem Feat 50cent, Cashis, and Lloyd Banks - You Don't Know Song from the Re-up Album |
