Menace

Lloyd BanksLloyd Banks 

Follow 2 fans

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 »

3:49

0 Views

Playlists:

#1

 Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer

Yo
Since my DOB, they knew I'd be a menace
Believe in me, threw on my shades and S-O-X hat
Back on my Eazy E
I hit my number every time
And I'm rapping on PEDs
Made millions off MP3s
Did that with a GED
You done fucked to pull your hand out
Just back to your EBT
Top down on the Interstate
Make the back of the GT bleed
You never really did shit so your story is a easy read
And I'm sharp as ever and get to the Benjamins like Embid
I'm a true boss, blue Porsche
Don't get too lost, new cause
My lil' nigga bangin', send him knock your bitch ass, roof off
Got this full SIG makin' it hard to ditch that fluke off
I'm recharged again
Couple of mill' to get back, few doors
Bladders paint a picture
Shit been lookin' blurry on your end
The f*ck I'm hangin' with ya?
You've been seeking strangers for attention
Don't let fame, it get ya
Winnin'll do magic
Kill your haters with the same elixir
Bankroll in this motherfucker, nigga

Nigga, add it to my legend (my legend)
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section (the section)
Learned to keep it low, mind your only if you don't want no connection
Dog, imagine how I'm steppin' (how I'm steppin')
Loyal to my family, every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend (to my legend)
Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson

Yeah
You already know when they cut the Pro Tools on
I slaughter any production I gotta lay vocals on
Them old niggas didn't embrace a nigga with open arms
F*ck them niggas, they broken and I'm only focused on the bag, nigga (talk to them niggas)
Ask my young boy, "What you smokin' on?" (what you smokin', fool?)
He say, "This just a pack of a dead opp" (hahahaha)
The back of your head drop from this MAC when his lead pop (brr, brr)
Made a couple million dollars from rappin'
The feds watch like we actually still package and wrappin', on rap block (what?)
We just dropping back to back and we back for your headtop, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
When I'm on Dykeman, bitches call the Machine, big papi
And not the guy that bat for the Red Sox (ah)
If you diss me in your song, you think I'm 'bout to respond with a verse
Nah, I get you back with a headshot (boom, boom, boom)
Look, the comparisons is usually not wise
If you didn't cop pies
Two of your top fives (brr)

Nigga, add it to my legend (my legend)
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section (the section)
Learned to keep it low, mind your only if you don't want no connection
Dog, imagine how I'm steppin' (how I'm steppin')
Loyal to my family, every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend (to my legend)
Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson

Yo
God gave me the gift of gab
Slick talk my way out of a polygraph
I'm in my catch a body bag
Skin strong as Bacardi glass
Play 'round every one gon' leave out with sum like party bags
Pricy army tags, weed hitting off a Ferrari Dash
Just a, "Sorry, class"
Ten toes watchin' the market crash
Wasn't no Target slash
Those stick around with no parking pass
Sticky palms ahead
Brown bag keys and apartment stash
It's only right I shine bright
Made it out of a darker past
Cracked the windows, let the heaters in
Always been superstitious
Ain't no way around the PTSD from the cruel conditions
Everything is independent now, droppin' on due permission
Probably learn a thing or two if you listen, my nigga
You mean, lil' Soulja, he'll holla back when the dance is over
Two middle fingers, put "F*ck you's" up to the cancel culture
Can't stand a vulture, it's sittin', borders'll antidote ya
The very moment she hit, the plan is over

Nigga, add it to my legend (my legend)
I'm back to droppin' another classic on you
And we all know what I'm reppin'
Southside is the section (the section)
Learned to keep it low, mind your only if you don't want no connection
Dog, imagine how I'm steppin' (how I'm steppin')
Loyal to my family, every hour, minute, second
Nigga, add it to my legend (to my legend)
Came alone and leave alone, I had to learn my lesson

 The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com