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Aw man, can I get a raw beat?
Y'all ready, y'all ready
For the main man
The Lloyd Banks
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch
Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me
You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you later I read your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin'
You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin'
I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the 'gators
They lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us

You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale with the snitches
Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues
Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
Bitch
Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(Right, damn)
(Let's go)
I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me
You shouldn't wanna fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin'
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin'
I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family
All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks
Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
Me in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close
Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Nigga
Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody up front get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
And everybody out back get yo' hands up
(What)
And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
(What)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
What, man fuck what he said man, put 'em up
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Ooh
Lloyd Banks, what?
Ooh!

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Lloyd Banks (Born Christopher Charles Lloyd, on April 30, 1982) , is an American rapper and member of the rap group G-Unit. Raised in South Jamaica, Queens, he dropped out of high school in 1998. With G-Unit, he 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.

Banks was born in New Carrollton, Maryland and raised in Queens, New York. His mother named Rosa LLoyd of Puerto Rican descent and has a Haitian-American father. His father spent most of Lloyd's childhood in prison, leaving his mother to raise him and his two siblings. Lloyd attended August Martin High School but dropped out at age 16. For his stage name, he took his great, great-grandfather's name Banks, which was passed on by his uncles who also shared it.

G-Unit was founded when childhood friends Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, and Tony Yayo decided to make a group with each other. They met Young Buck when UTP group came to New York and 50 Cent heard Young Buck rapping. After 50 Cent signed his contract with Aftermath Entertainment they took Young Buck in the group and signed him. Tony Yayo, being an older and more experienced rapper, joined 50 Cent on the Nas Promo Tour, the Cash Money Tour and the Ruff Ryders Tour. As Banks remained at home waiting for 50 and Yayo to return, he started rappin around the neighborhood to further increase his buzz on the streets. He then hooked up with neighborhood producers and made tracks for local mixtapes. Lloyd Banks has a renowned reputation on the mixtape scene. While Banks was making Mixtapes,50 Cent was soon granted his own record label by Dr. Dre and released the album Get Rich or Die Tryin'; Lloyd Banks was featured on the song "Don't Push Me", and the remixed version of "P.I.M.P". Soon after the group had established their own record label, G-Unit Records, G-Unit released their first official group album Beg for Mercy in November 2003, which went on to be certified double platinum.

During August 2005, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, and their entourage were traveling in a van, when the vehicle was pulled over after passing through a red light in midtown Manhattan. Officers said they discovered a loaded handgun and another weapon in the van. Prosecutors asked a judge to dismiss the charges after an investigation determined that neither Lloyd Banks nor Young Buck was in possession of the weapons. Felony gun charges against Lloyd Banks and Young Buck were dropped on November 8, 2006.

In the early morning hours of January 9, 2010, in a Kitchener, Ontario hotel, an alleged altercation took place between Banks and a concert promoter over performance fees. Banks, and three of his associates, were later charged with forcible confinement, aggravated assault and robbery, and released on $50,000 bail.

In late January 2010, it was announced that Banks would release a new song, "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley" featuring Juelz Santana, from his upcoming third studio album. "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley" charted at #49 on the Billboard Hot 100. Lloyd Banks release info via his twitter announcing that the title for his third album has tentatively been called The Hunger for More 2' and will attempt to take him back to his best work. However, the G-Unit label later stated that the title is not set in concrete and still may be altered. The title of the album was confirmed by 50 Cent as H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger for More 2) in a interview with MTV News. According to Banks, Interscope is trying to get him back due to the success of the single "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley".














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