Tag: Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks – Movie Scenes (Official Audio) Lyrics
Shout to Queens, paper gave me brolic jeans
Bottle themes just to take my Audemar who’s clean
Lotto dreams, workin’ keeps my camos clean
Closet king, when I die, I need a mausoleum
Movie scenes, Rollie, Rolls, Gucci sleeves
Louis V’s, from New York to New Orleans
Coupe the Beam’s, the way I score two Kareems
Super fiends, made a double dose, true for means
Rhyme deagle, pocket full of rooted evil
Life’s a gamble, I’m addicted, hittin’ [?] like casino
Drop a giant with my ego
Movin’ ‘round illegal, time to Takeoff on these bitches
R.I.P. my favorite ‘Migo
With the timin’ I’m a chico, dollar sign peephole
Hunnid miles and gunnin’, run from nothin’ but the RICO
I’m a product of the people, though you can’t be my equal
You shitted on my come-up, won’t be nowhere near my sequel, motherfucker

Karma’s comin’ in, no more drama
I’m a, motherfuckin’ big timer
Flowers, handed to me by the hour
Honor, got me money and the power (My nigga)
China, Faux-Filet Mignon and lobster
Designer, 580 my recliner
Karma’s comin’ in, no more drama
I’m a, motherfuckin’ big timer (Uh)

Ferrari dreamin’, money trip, what time we leavin’?
When I pop upon the scene, I make it feel like hoodie season
Catch me go in when I’m peekin’
A 100K my weekend, loaded pocket got me leanin’
Funnel money like the deacon
Why these dirty niggas speakin’? To me, they’re barely breathin’
Couple summers more I’m leavin’, to the family I’m Keenan
Since a youngin’, ain’t no teasin’, my aura’s for a reason
You lose her for the evening, she gon’ do somethin’ indecent
Dog, you said you were a demon? The fuck, you in the precinct
Throw these niggas in the deep and there’ll be inflammation leakin’
Kill the streets and leave ‘em bleedin’, I’m out committin’ treason
Ain’t enough room from my ego, every vehicle I’m squeezin’
Icy hand gone freezin’, pantyhose weavin’
Hole she’s in, army here, my arm fatiguein’
Don’t go reachin’, you’ll be para-plegin’
You slept on me already, now it’s time that I get even, nigga

Karma’s comin’ in, no more drama
I’m a, motherfuckin’ big timer
Flowers, handed to me by the hours
Honor, got me money and the power (My nigga)
China, Faux-Filet Mignon and lobster
Designer, 580 my recliner
Karma’s comin’ in, no more drama
I’m a, motherfuckin’ big timer

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Lloyd Banks – 101 Razors (Official Audio) ft. Method Man Lyrics
Yeah
The grimy and gritty, New York City (Uh)

[Lloyd Banks:]
Killer before the shine, I came up, that nigga
I’m born to rhyme, make more, the corporate line
These chumps operatin’ on overtime
This is my quarter dog, you eat what you slaughter
We all can dine, it was fate
I fall in a hole again, I was supposed to climb
Heavy the fortunate, New York in this bitch
Yeah, we torchin’ shit, we enforce to quit
Bought in a ticket if I’m talkin’ slick
Made it a cause to whip, fuck out the way ‘fore the horses kick
This is where the bosses flick
Bitch with the rings, once they all convicted
The hood, it damage you, you got thrown in the game with no manual
Back on my feet after the scramble, got all the intangibles
So pass the man, on Louis Vuitton my handle
Will of the weak can struck a sandal, I’m holdin’ up like a man do, nigga (Yeah)
Light up a candle, there’ll be opps leavin’ the state
A block season, the city made me cold, I don’t think I’ma ever stop freezin’
Filet Mignon for no reason, too many days of chop cheesin’
Move like I’m under surveillance, but not for schemin’, uh

When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learnin’ survivin’ with what they gave us, 101 razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta through the stages (Uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (Uh)
Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (Yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us

[Method Man:]
Legend be Boris Simon, you? Just a Busta before the Rhyme
You primadonnas like a virgin Madonna, but borderline
Bunch of borin’ lines noone fallin’ for, so fall in line
The punchline, I’m like a freestyle slime, stay off of mine
Get it? Off the mind, some of us get it
But off a crime, the author’s off the table
Public defender gon’ offer time
When they thought I was subbed in, I thought sublime
Now our season’s 2022, I clearly thought I was blind, yo
The streets is watchin’ ‘em, they want ‘em with Biggie and Pac in ‘em
Resort to poppin’ ‘em, but how is that solvin’ the problem?
I got a lot of ‘em, I also got dreams, I follow ‘em
I’m not concerned with rappers who can’t spit, so swallow then, uh
This ain’t for lil’ saints so pardon then
You see them pearly gates? That’s where them saints go marchin’ in
So shall we start again? Method and Banks, this marketin’
‘Cause ain’t no bargainin’ with the demographic we targetin’

[Lloyd Banks:]
When you thought it was over, another one’s out the chamber
When you come up in the boroughs, you come through a round of danger
They ain’t gon’ do nothin’ for you, nigga, help’s all oughta fade us
‘Cause we never had much
Learnin’ survivin’ with what they gave us, 101 razors
Shit gon’ stay the same, you gotta through the stages (Uh)
Careful how you move, they want you livin’ in cages (Uh)
Stay away from sucka shit, they hatin’, it’s contagious (Yeah)
I been gettin’ the money, dog, the money won’t change us

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