Lloyd Banks

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• Titre : Hands Up
• Album : Rotten Apple
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

Intro/Chorus 50 cent (Lloyd Banks)
put'em up(x8)
Shawty when you party with me you goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P i got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party

Lloyd Banks
It feels so good to live sucka free Im soakin it all up while your girls suckin me
In mean the world to her its nothin but a nut to me look miss get a drink and let a mutha fucka be
Ima rap star who also be ridin around in that car
2 in the front in the back got the plasma this aint a free ride you gotta have the gas mile
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma and Im busy so I move a bit faster
You cant tell me yes if i dont ask ya huh ima bastard
damn near showin his hand over the plastic cuz they want to see ya man go in a casket
Rule number 1 keep your gun or get ya ass hit/Thats it
Lights off and your bodies stiff/By the same niggas you used to party with

Chorus 50 cent (Lloyd Banks)
Shawty when you party with me we goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P i got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party

Lloyd Banks
(YA)I cruise threw the strip 22's on the whip
New ruger on the hip $1000 outfit
Never snooze never slip follow rules or get whipped
Nigga move or get hit and i dont care whos on the strip
It ain't only the ferarri now the jewels got'em sick Now its 2006 I need a new bottom miss
Its alright they can talk im ammused by the bricks I'm the news out the bricks Nigga whos hot as this
Im at the mansion in the swimmin pool got'em pissed I ain't a cuddler i fuck the drool out of chick
My nigga ice grilled but it aint the same they don't see the faces they ain't see the chains
Like ooo when you get'em they don't know your with me they probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This regular shit the everyday mentality They charged up dont make me put in the battery

Chorus 50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)
Shawty when you party with me we goin way past quarter to three(I said hands up)
I'm good in the V.I.P i got my hammer right here with me(I said hands up)You know when you party with crooks you gotta learn to respect the ??jokes??(I said hands up)
Eveything that includes the fame man shit aint as sweet as it looks(I said hands up You know i put something on me man before i leave out of the car)We came to party
(You go tough talkin at me you gonna leave out the club with a scar)We came to party
(We pop bottles like its all free before I leave ima buy out the bar)We came to party
(You can order what you want its on me Ima G take a look at a star)We came to party

Outro
Put'em up(x16)
GGGGG G-Unit
Lloyd Banks
50 Cent

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• Titre : Cake
• Album : Rotten Apple
• Année : 2006

Paroles :

[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga!
The Unit dont play, we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun, 50 got the Mac
Spider got the sleeper and he dyna head clap
we gonn have another birthday (cake) after that
cuz Yayo got a temper and he dont know how to act
and Ive been gone a winter, but now a nigga back
to get the (money)of the (money)of the(money)of the(money)of the (cake!)

[Verse- LLoyd Banks]
And you mutherfuckas looking like steak
food on the plate, for the wolves, follow moves,
dont get moved by the tools, blood'll ooze on ya shoes
Wait!, control ya hate, you aint ridin in them sixes
(Why?), cuz you spendin all ya (cake) on them bitches
I make the bread, lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap for with a backpack, im in it for the
(money)ff the (money)of the(money)of the(money)of the (cake!)

[Verse-50 Cent]
haha, you heard what Banks said so you know i got the Mac
I'll pull up pull out spray hollows at ya back
i dont give a fuck its goin down like that
i dun been thru everyhood that niggas gonna rat
in the heart of a victim, murder is monumental
i dont complicate shit kid, i keep it simple
my bullet wounds will tell you a story bout what i been through
Southside trauma, drama with the llamas
i converstate with killers whats usually bout life
politic with ?? usually bout why
im a posterchild for violence ima Warning Poster
when the shots start to ring out im the boy with the toaster
yea listen up kicko, i hustle i get dough
you fuckin with a sicko, i spaz let a clip go
can out the rental, beam to ya temple
i squeez blow ya mental, all over ya friends

[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
me im from the street, weightin down the sweet
the home of the homi's, theres a body everyweek
now i dont hear the sirens but they probably on a creep
plottin to pull me over, plant a (cake) in my jeep
so i be skippin cities, 7 states in a week
can a mutherfucka breathe and tell me i cant eat
show me the (money)of the (money)of the(money)of the(money)of the (cake!)
nigga slowdown pump ya brakes
no mistakes cuz them jakes run the plates
then ya headed upstate for fuckin round with a steak
nigga start up a beef, and run straight to the cops
you a bitch ass nigga that cut (cake) of the block
any nigga disrespect the clique gettin shot
round here niggas get found upside down over the
(money)of the (money)of the(money)of the(money)of the (cake!)

Lloyd Banks a grandi dans le quartier Jamaica, Queens. Elevé par sa mère, il subit l'absence d'un père entôlé. Comme tant d'autres jeunes du ghetto, il est happé par la rue dès son adolescence et quitte l'école à l'âge de 16 ans. Passioné par le rap, éxutoire de référence, il développe son talent à la seule force de son stylo. Il rencontre Tony Yayo, ami d'enfance de 50 Cent, qui habite dans le même block que lui. Impressionné par son talent d'écriture, Tony fait écouter quelques titres de Banks à 50, star locale.

Bingo! En 2001 se forme le G-Unit. Agé de 23 ans seulement il est le membre le plus jeune du groupe, Banks n'en demeure pas moins mature. Une maturité affirmée par sa voix, sa stature et son assurance à la limite de l'arrogance, particulièrement perceptible dans ses rimes tranchantes. Il dépeint sa vision de la vie, abordant des sujets très personnels, et n'hésite pas à prendre des risques en livrant ses sentiments à chacune de ses apparitions. Fortement influencé par 2pac, il suit l'exemple du rappeur légendaire dans la construction de ses textes, misant sur l'émotion et le fond du propos. Après ses premiers featurings sur les mixtapes de ses amis ('G Unit Radio') et sur le premier album de 50 Cent 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin'' , son talent de rappeur éclate au grand jour sur 'Beg For Mercy' , le premier album de G Unit, sorti fin 2003.

Alors que la machine G Unit est en marche, Lloyd Banks passe son temps à créer des chansons, écrit texte sur texte, enregistre titre après titre. En l'espace de quelques mois, il se retrouve ainsi avec suffisament de matériel pour boucler plusieurs albums. Ceci lui permet de sortir sa première mixtape solo 'Mo Money In The Banks' annonciatrice de 'The Hunger For More' paru à l'été 2004. En signe de reconnaissance, il retarde la sortie de l'album afin de pouvoir y inclure un titre avec Tony Yayo fraichement sorti de prison et auquel il doit tout . Inspiré, maitrîsé de bout en bout, 'The Hunger For More' est pourtant le disque le moins acclamé des productions G-Unit à ce jour. Mais Banks a encore un bel avenir devant lui. Jeune et heureux de son succès en platine, il garde les pieds sur terre et sait pertinemment qu'il n'en serait pas là sans sa rencontre avec Tony Yayo et 50 Cent et observe le rap game depuis une position bien confortable. Il participera aux prochains projets G-Unit l'album d'Olivia et celui de Tony Yayo, prévus pour cette année et on le retrouvera aussi sur la BO de du film de 50 Cent " Get Rich Or Die Tryin' " prévu pour 2006


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• Titre : On Fire
• Album : The Hunger For More
• Année : 2004

Paroles :

[Talking]
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse 1]
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales equal more back rubs
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire

[Verse 2]
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her butter
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
Bitch say something, I aint a mind reader

[Chorus]
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherfucker, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherfucker, light the roof on fire fire fire