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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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Yeah
Mothafuckas know what time it is, man
This is "The Course of the Inevitable"

Yo, the audacity it takes to rank me with the style I invented
Wear my credentials like it's jewelry, they gave my flowers cemented
To hell with honorable mentions, artists are comical, temptin'
Horrible albums, new ventin', three pounds of vomit, who sent 'em?
Stereo blood or laughin', they helium'd up your last king
Can't muzzle me up with no coffin, won't hit me with no vaccine
Goons in the black beam turn your crew to a track team
Highly viewed on the rap scene, sly maneuvers and cash streams
Flee from the copper sound, racists coppers to chop us down
Ounces of 14K, new R.I.P. boxes with rocks around
None of y'all profit bound, crypt the equipment out the sockers now
Get with the art or drown, rubber bands stackin' up dollar pounds
Revenge is on it's job, karma'll sneak up good and softly
Been callin' up to God, startin' to think he hung up on me
Remember OG, figured you need some incentive to come support me
One or two flips I'm out of here, hit the work with a somersault, we on

I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long
Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong
Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born
The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on
Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone
You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed
Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong (yeah)
It's always easier for you to do wrong (Big Rabbit Gang, yeah)

Went on a yacht, got seasick, can't f*ck on a boat no more
A key of wap mixed with that cut, guess I don't sell dope no more (yeah-yeah)
Synthetics, mafia methods, like I'm in the Cosa Nostr'
Get rich and charge it all to a bitch, that's how this shit 'posed to go
My geekers wanna damn near OD, they want that 'Got 'Em Dead'
Kitchen full of powder, I turn my bitch to a powderhead
Niggas takin' deals, that's the only way you get out the feds
Castrated, dick in his fuckin' mouth when they found him dead (yo, slow down, Fred)
These scammers ain't no hustlers, they computer thots
Those Harlem niggas send some shooters at me, got the shooter shot, uh (oops)
This shit I be spittin' so real, make niggas pull they Google out
My 'Vette orange, groovin' like I grew up on the Hoover block
I move it in the U-Haul, my Spanish niggas gon' get me right (yeah)
Freddie Chicharito, f*ck Spanish bitches up in the heights
Bussin' with this TEC, I got jacked and I tried to smoke a hype
Nine shots, turned into Superman when he smoked the pipe (uh)
Yeah, you heard 'em right

I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long
Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong
Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born
The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on
Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone
You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed
Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong 
It's always easier for you to do wrong

Uh, from here on out it's independent now, f*ck what the labels offerin'
Sick and tired of awkward grins, back slammin' coupe doors again
Studios I've been torturin', I'ma dedicate this to all the less fortunate
There's a lack of real niggas, fucked up the war percent
Victory is a gorgeous sin, bought the Benz so you all can vent
More content with a fortune spent, no disrespect from talks exempt
Mackin' gave me a freezin' chest, always thirty degrees or less
Destined for me to be the best, out of Q-U two E's and S
Vegetable state for bein' fake, EMS to a vegan death
Poverty leaves you breathin' stressed, legal mess on the freedom steps
Celebrity never made me, my sentiments made me crazy
187's the consequence, 718's the AC
Troubled, to say the least, pray the heavenly gates embrace thee
There's finally notoriety, that's gon' come with a late fee
Performance style is a .40 Cal, back out movin', they on me now
Far away from the corny crowd dyin', you call me out, now

I can still hear the money callin', I done been out the way too long
Nothin' out here is more important, put in a spot where I belong
Gotta know how to take a loss, gave me that curse when I was born
The last nigga to go to sleep will be the first to be put on
Live all your days like it's your last 'cause in a blink you could be gone
You rather love or want respect? Showin' that love'll get you harmed
Won't be no empathy 'cause you goin' through it, gotta be strong 
It's always easier for you to do wrong, wrong

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