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got you now nigga knowin' you down
Niggaz is foul, this is trauma king, by any means baow
They pushed his face in, fell out his Saconies
Snatched his

talking about
Money for the bank account
Money in the bank account

This rap shit's easy
The trick is in the paper
Got to hustle hard just to keep the cake

Blaze a 50

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub
Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washin' her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife

NYC Where I'm From

Eminem

Bulletproof Radio

2007

welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence

graph for the paper without a trace
He's usually careful but the allure, boy he filled a void
A Lloyd for that chicken like Banks, Hunger for More

Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City

I've been doing my own thing

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause

this bitch in the tub palm Springs
Al Capone's Suite washing her feet
Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug
Hitting it raw, tasting it
Wilding out

power
Navy federal is not a bank that's money daycare
Ion give a fuck about these hoes, maybe they care
I keep a couple bands, I ain't gotta play

cheating she cut of my dick
You a fucking clown trying to
Blow up off skit's
If anybody said you're making
Money it's a myth
High Power Scope I can probably

foul, money, respect, and power
Opp man still tryna chase that clout
But we fill the air with gunpowder
Bad B come to the niz
Ass up, face down, she

doing what I gotta, E.S.G. ain't changed
Just the bank account nigga, and the record company name

Money and power, fortune fame
These are the things

doing what I gotta, E.S.G. ain't changed
Just the bank account nigga, and the record company name

Money and power, fortune fame
These are the things

What is it worth
How much it cost
Fuck... What does it pay

I need money, I want money, give me money
I need money, I want money, give me money
If

We Don't Give a F***

50 Cent

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

grill cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they sweeter

Work Magic

Young Buck

Hunger for More [Clean]

2004

Motherfucka'

[Chorus]

Yeah 
Motherfucka'
I'm here, yeah
Lloyd banks
G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!
Money by any means, nigga

Ecstasy
Had my own crib in the birds
Fuck is you telling me
When you get money, then you fall off
Remember that shit that ain't… bitch
I'm just standing

ice grill 'cause these O.G.'s is washed up
I got a left like, Winky Wright
My pinky bright, my bank card'll end your life
Niggas scheme but they

fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought

Bangers

The Alchemist

1st Infantry

2004

Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! I'm here nigga, Banks!!! G-G-G-G-G-G Unit!!!

Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
'Cause I'm the nigga they came here

(Oh yeah) Hey
(Oh yeah) Hey what's up
It's a beautiful day
How y'all doing?
Money thieves
Takin' everything huh
Hands on my cash lookin' for my bank

Hush:

All my people godly every morning every night,
Every night 

Skit:
When you got money you can do whatever you want 
You can buy a mansion,

it real with him
punched banks in the face and he still with 'em
Don't worry 'bout me putting clips in the forty
to pistol whip Lloyd when fifty'll do

but makin' mail is the subject

(Cash money, feddy or chips)
Short Dog, baby, I make 'em work them hips
(Cash money, feddy or cheese)
E.S.G.