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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 (uh)
Ayy, that's one-point (huh)
That's 'bout point and by one-point-five in there

Ayy, yo, these foolys let the toolies spread, ringing like a newlywed
See me with the kufi hats, thick beards, few be dreads
Got 'em truly fed, Ye's on, shubi red
Louis spread, white bitches, quick to give this mouley head
Give them hard pipe, chick resemble Posh Spice 
Spit a verse, every bar hurts like a dog bite (tell 'em)
Drop a pin they gon' slide feet, car, bike
Hear the wolf, alright, 'Ventador, dark night
I ain't fond of play, I can get you gone today
Snatch ya kid from your babymoms make her Jon Benet (come here)
Me and G Wop, we like OG Juan and J
When I call the play it's from the higher up, Sean MacVane 
Get your girl rare, put it on world cam 
Understand, cop and go, rock and roll, Pearl Jam (yes)
Credit cards, check fraud, I'm on my third scam
And I ain't gon' say it no more, Birdman

Life is crazy for me you can make a movie out of 
usually doubted, grindin' got my pockets full and jewelry touted 
Prove they solid, any nigga want my spot he gotta shoot me out it
Gucci product season, treat a Bentley like oopty, coward
'Rari, Lamb', f*ck the pigs, it's birdies on your body cam
Block me, blam, son be on the side of the road, Cosby plan
I'll be damned, leeches back on me, paparazzi jam 
Chipped shoulder, Rocky hand, grip toter, Masi' tan 
Peasants buried, I ain't worried, you can't kill what's dead already
Head was heavy, lost it all, numbers on your neck, I'm petty
Heavy when they meant to reach you, numbers on a simple celly
You're stuck in a mess already to f*ck in a desperate telly (huh)
My shit is out this world, Pluto when I hit the scene
Blue notes is my nicotine, you know what I did for Queens
Kudos to those livin' dreams, two-doors when I get to lean
Shut up, you done made it hot, cool off 'fore I intervene (yeah)

This life'll catch us in the long run
F*ck it, I'll see it when it happens, back to stackin' when the fall comes
Summer kicks in, there'll be more runs
Different blocks, same stories though, the ghetto's where we all from
They lurkin', ain't no room for you to take it light
If some don't make it home and two wrongs make it right
The hatin' stays the same, and you remain the type, remain the type
(Uh) envy in plain sight

Yo, I used to know my jail ID like ABC
No ACT can get passed ya ADT 
Home invasion, chrome blazin', ACP
Sock over ACGS on ATVs
Got a team of young shooters, like the ACC
That copped a AP before they own APT
Get pounds down from the A, through A3C
Stage equipment, brain different, no ADD (nah)
RIP Matt, B-Matt forever, used to ask to rap forever
Lackin' never, get snatched, kidnapped for cheddar
Ya ear cut off, send it back attached with leather
Wrapped in leather, this what New York sound like
You sound light, "Like who?" Don't even sound right (f*ck outta here)
K Slay gone, what we gon' do now like
I'm now like Frank White, fixin' my crown right (yeah)

This life'll catch us in the long run
F*ck it, I'll see it when it happens, back to stackin' when the fall comes
Summer kicks in, there'll be more runs
Different blocks, same stories though, the ghetto's where we all from
They lurkin', ain't no room for you to take it light
If some don't make it home and two wrongs make it right
The hatin' stays the same, and you remain the type, remain the type
Envy in plain sight

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