Lloyd Banks Lyrics
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
"Just Another Day Lyrics"
Little Rich Working Class Oi-boy Lyrics
How come skinhead oi boys have no work I bet if they did they'd go berserk Shut up about the working class A job is no big deal You all look like Hitler youth - good job That's some appeal You oi-boys and oi-girls have quite the scene At shows you love to gang up and get mean The ones I know were racist then But that'
How come skinhead oi boys have no work I bet if they did they'd go berserk Shut up about the working class A job is no big deal You all look like Hitler youth - good job That's some appeal You oi-boys and oi-girls have quite the scene At shows you love to gang up and get mean The ones I know were racist then But that'
[Lloyd Banks]
Man what the fuck are you lookin for?
Can't a young nigga make money any more
Blow a couple grand in the NBA Store
Rock twenty-four thousand on the NBA floor
Niggaz be on stage bendin over on tour
Leave anti-social with a case of lochjaw
Just cause shorty look good, don't mean that you should go
puttin ice on the bitch like she won the Superbowl
Even the chips are low, for all these so-called old heads
Just ain't the same niggaz I used to know
I got a Houston ho - nah she ain't the sharpest knife
in the drawer but she a damn good booster though
See I could fuck a supermodel in my day of work
Send her home with a smile and a couple kids on her shir
Queen Of Egypt Lyrics
3000 years ago, in the land of egypt Pharao's first born child, Dies in the bloom of her youth High priest they gather, To summon an evil spell To bring back her soul, But in darkness she will dwell Behind the sweet mask of beauty Rest a beast foul as the very depths of hell Enchanting, seduces the week one She te
t3000 years ago, in the land of egypt Pharao's first born child, Dies in the bloom of her youth High priest they gather, To summon an evil spell To bring back her soul, But in darkness she will dwell Behind the sweet mask of beauty Rest a beast foul as the very depths of hell Enchanting, seduces the week one She te
I got a year into the game
A 141 rocks layin on my chain, geah!
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
I'm tipsy off the Hennessy
We ridin round with the H-K, nigga we don't play
Just another day, chillin in the hood
Just another day around the way
We smoke a quarter pound a day
G-Unit we here to stay, nigga we don't play
[Lloyd Banks]
Nevermind the lames in my era, they all want me dead
And I know, it's all over the way I see bread
Here I go, caught up in some he say/she said
'Til I go, put a slug in my enemy's head
The Tahoe's, bulletproof so you can't get through
Then follow, your as
Word Salad Lyrics
Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall Psychic pain on ice, I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert Anger fills they've shocked me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fu
and whoever ran with youClosets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall Psychic pain on ice, I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert Anger fills they've shocked me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fu
And you about as assed-out as two jammed pistols
Bleedin around a bunch of niggaz who can't fix you
So bring yours, cause you know I got mine with me kid
The 8'll make you lose weight like Missy did
The O.G.'s tryin to hide they phony smilin
Reputation always arise in Coney Island
I'm at your local newsstand jerk
While the only XXL you been in as a shirt
And, speakin of shirts, get a new white T
God damn it feels good to be me - nigga!
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Now I'm goin, shoppin with a plastic card now
I'm growin, knockin international broads down
They know him, they're not gonna even pat the star down
I'm holdin, a glock
Detect Your Liberty Lyrics
look into the wide, wild liberty look well, it's reality close your eyes and turn loose, all burden is impulse drop the anger, the hate you cherish turn loose, cry on me, let go, let all go I hold your hand and lead you we're melt together, becoming one and we get the power to cry, scoop for your life, cry, detect your lib
so don't even act that hard nowlook into the wide, wild liberty look well, it's reality close your eyes and turn loose, all burden is impulse drop the anger, the hate you cherish turn loose, cry on me, let go, let all go I hold your hand and lead you we're melt together, becoming one and we get the power to cry, scoop for your life, cry, detect your lib
You might bust your gun but your gat's in the car clown
So break your lil' weed up and crack your cigars down
Cause I ain't tryin to start my visits, with the fuckin judge
givin niggaz life like it's parkin tickets
Now I get to go to bed with a model
And the crib is bout as big as it is on the Belvedere bottle
I got all kind of ex' I could ram in they faces
Red and blue pills like the man in The Matrix
You might have spent some paper on your lil' charm but
My piece is bout as heavy as Lil' Jon cup
But, it's never tucked, nigga I don't give a fuck
I'll get bucked 'fore I give somethin up, yup!
[Chorus]
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