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Lloyd Banks

Christopher Charles Lloyd (born April 30, 1982), better known by his stage name Lloyd Banks, is an American hip hop recording artist and member of East Coast hip hop group G-Unit along with childhood friends and fellow American rappers 50 Cent and Tony Yayo. Raised in South Jamaica, Queens, he dropped out of high school in 1998. G-Unit released two albums, Beg for Mercy in 2003 and T.O.S. (Terminate on Sight) in 2008. Banks released his first solo album The Hunger for More in 2004 with the top ten hit single "On Fire". He followed with Rotten Apple in 2006 and left Interscope Records 2009. In 2010 G-Unit signed with EMI to distribute Banks third studio album H.F.M. 2 (Hunger for More 2), which was released on November 22, 2010. more »

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Uh
I done cracked the dial again on your meter
Despite your limit's
If I was you, I wouldn't rap with me, either
I’m psycho with it
I'm gon' knock a thirty pack off a hater
You’re lipo-kitted
Unavoidable, ironic they take an
L like No Limit
Tryna carry weight that's dead'll
Only hold me back
Sometimes you gotta have a fall
Out to see the truth, and you showed me that
Freezing my shoulders what I'm coldest at
You see the ones you shit on
All on your way out
This life is a cul-de-sac
No surrenders, wish I was born earlier
Put me in the golden era where I can flourish
Mе and adversity cruise togethеr
Counted me out again? Yes
Who do I owe the pleasure?
Thank you, him, her and whoever
Banks is a wanted man, big up to my band
Keep drums in public
I should drop again, three Sundays in June
My sons'll love it
Poison my food for thought
Hope my critics become disgusted
These scriptures are one-of-ones
Never had a re-run to judge it

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love
Ain’t got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time
Just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah)
I’m goin' out on my roof, ain’t hear to truce
(The Butcher comin', nigga)
Don't care to make a friend
Rather you hear the truth
(Me and my nigga Banks, ah)
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof
(You know how we do it, you know what it is
Uh)

I’m the East Side rider in
Twenty bands of designer
At the fight in Brooklyn
Sittin' one row behind Madonna
Don't do me no favors
I'm too gangster to break a promise
I ain't leave the mansion and I
Spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh
(Twenty at Saint Thomas)
Y'all naming rappers I'm better than
But that's irrelevant
'Cause I'm the elephant in the room
Even 'round veterans
You probably makin' bread, but don't
Know how to stack it, do you?
(Nah) i make fifty bands and still go
Home to a pack of noodles had the best work
Then got a net worth that they had to Google
I promise that I'll be richer by the
Time I run back into you, uh
Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga
(Me, how?) you don't wanna see this K and
Me wavin' you down with it, ah
My record label hate that I
Hang with these wild niggas
Too focused for that 'cause fractions
Can't be allowed with us (Uh, uh)
I'm Pac back then
When that nigga played in Juice
Brought the title upstate like when
Melo played in 'Cuse, uh

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love
Ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time
Just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend
Rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof

Uh, victory is the greatest treasure
Came together
Winning personified, excellence on my name
Forever
Money flurries became the weather, rain
Whatever
Count up the scars, you'll breathe hard
Way too much pain to measure
Long as I been climbin' for some time
My nigga rhyme Pulitzer, compliments of
Recent contradiction
Fifteen pounds of liquor
Ain't you helped me up behind the picture
Snuck me time elixir
Prada slippers, this shit's a breeze
Let me be honest with ya
F*ck you think I do this for?
Attention never moved me none
Funny how envy infiltrate circles
That's where it usually comes
Niggas singin' they soul away
Hate what the gangsta movies done
Frontin' pics in the district
You know that ain't where your jewelry from
Never been time for tentative talks
Pray that my pen gives remorse
Pain is my friend on this course
Clones with identical flows
Dense sentimental
Hit harder than any physical loss
Splinters from times I been crossed
Imbalanced, chemicals off

When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love
Ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time
Just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend
Rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof
(Proof)

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