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Angels

G-Unit

Wanna Get To Know You

2004

at me because I'm God's child there's angels around me Hook x 2 Verse 1(Young Buck) Lifes a bitch and then you die it couldnt be worse I either don't eat

(Uhh)
Stay on the grind I don't play that shit (Nah)
And when the hook come around better say that
Imma drip sauce on these hoes
Count bank on these hoes

of the evil
Had enough of the stress of trying to be the fucking best
I've had enough of partying
Had enough of arguments
Had enough of people's egos
I don't

I'm improvising to prove to you that I can improve, I'm solo forever now and bitches throw that back more and more when the cash comes around in

God's grace
Lloyd Banks got shot drove himself to the doc
Young Buck got shot but he's
Still on the clock
Beanie Siegel got shot thank God he's alive

Good Sex
Now watch this climax
I'll take it to the next level
Come on
(Yeah) Lloyd Banks!

There's a lot of product out there
But I'm the pure

ones wanna say you change
Say you change
Say you change
Say you change
Fuck around we gon' break the bank
Say you change
Say you change
Say you change

call me Bankole
'Cause I walk around with a bank on me
Show them Gangnam style
Put the gang on 'em
Twist my fingers up and bang on 'em
Le le ooh, le

New York Skit

Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

Olivia, Lloyd Banks and Young Buck and shit doing an interview
And that's time when I was kicked out of G-Unit and that was news to me and shit
'Cause you

the same
I don’t wanna change up, I don’t wanna switch cause my bank up
I don’t wanna ride around the town in a Range yuh
At the same time I do
I wanna be

I was blinded by fear, or maybe I am, my confidence drowning, I'm feeling like hell, too many
Scars, they're hidden by flesh, don't come around

right back tha' block
And Tennessee, we known to put tha' pirates on the pot 

[Chorus] 

[Lloyd Banks]
Banks got.. Jamican queens showin' dem around
We

Ay
Always talking bout more
Don't come around talking unless you want war
Don't put cash up
Put some racks up
All that bread gotta come from some

won't make it
Boy don't come around here it get dangerous
Pack of shooters, my niggas they nameless
Headshot, he goin' out painless
Please don't come

the bank 

fuck up the bank im tryna fuck up the bank 



Call ya home girl in lets double up you aint gone work why you pulling up 

i know you dont smoke

small it don't even form a loop
I know they praying on my downfall
I know they praying on my downfall
Six foot three I still stand tall
Big bank, little

Lloyd's like bro this is long

I'll be running to the Ps 'til my feet hurt
With the gang thats teamwork
Bad bitch knows I don't need her
She just loves

will not show us the Grail, we shall take your
castle by force!
GUARD:  You don't frighten us, English pig-dogs!  Go and boil your
bottoms, sons

my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd
I'm holdin' you down, you so used to clowns
Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse
Told me don't give him

the first nigga to spend 500 on a Yoda to get us A-B
Niggas dangerous, I don't hang around these niggas, they high-key hate on me
Now I'm settled down, we was

the chedda in the bank 
You can call me Lloyd 
Talking to the cops 
Situation I avoid 
Im a hit earth harder than asteroid 
Im out of this world 
Hundred

ain't waiting for no crown
By the pound
You know what's up when the homies get around

Let it rain
Let it rain let it rain
To the bank
To the bank

Any Girl

Lloyd Banks

H.F.M., Vol. 2: The Hunger For More

2010

Banks baby balla' of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of 'em is here
It don't matter, cause before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new

passionate point across
Like a hood cat clappin' his hands when he talkin'
Now that I got your attention, I feel I should really mention
Don't come around