Lloyd Banks - Ain't No Click Ft. Tony Yayo Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Ain't No Click Ft. Tony Yayo Video

(Tony Yayo)

Yee nigga

F**kin back hunger for more

Tony's home

Yo Banks I told these niggas man

(Lloyd Banks)

Yall done f**ked up now

Yee!

Yeeeeee!

(Tony Yayo)

Here We go

 

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks)

 

Aint no click like the one I'm with

If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down)

We gettin dough everywhere we go

And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from sit down

 

(Verse 1: Lloyd Banks)

 

By now I know you done seen me

On your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV

I skeet babies on your breezy

And I aint stoppin Only Jake the Jacob could freeze me

Leaves me and its bye bye gone

We got guns like Pop-eye arms

I put a ring on their finger But the rats still askin

Cause theres one in all they mind Im the Rap Phil Jackson

N I built a rep for murderin every Whoo Kid, Kayslay and Big Mike

Admit it the kid tight, And you aint even put up a fight

So its back to da amatures, Wrapped in ya sandwhiches

I'm hot now so the rats wanna stand with us

They hop in the van with us and clap on cameras

I hit the clubs now I'm back tourin Canada

Amongst weed smokers, and crap floor gamblers

 

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Lloyd Banks)

 

Make sure the birds dont get brought to 'em

I watched Kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom

Go ahead try n do me harm soldier

You'll be in a black bag like grass out the lawnmower

And I'll be damn if I co-sign a old snitch

That was gangbangin when jaws was a goldfish

I'm the name they all screamin on the street

For bullyin the bassline and leanin on the beat

I'm well known now so you see me on the creeps

Schemin on a freak fan blade leanin on a jeep

 

Aint walkin with the fire, so if you say banks in ya verse then you better be talkin bout Tyra

From PA to LA, Atlanta to Texas, Nashville to Memphis, My buzz is tremendous

I pass thru the city slow, but the hit the gas on the silly hoe

Dumps like ass in my video

 

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks)

 

Aint no click like the one I'm with

If the drama gets thick its the guns I get (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from this is (Down)

We gettin dough everywhere we go

And it's killin 'em slow just to hear me blow (Now)

G Unit niggaz is runnin this shit (Now)

If you aint reppin where you from sit down

 

(Verse 3: Tony Yayo)

 

(Ayo banks let me put some work in, its been a while)

 

Ayo, uno, dos, tres, cuatro

My clique eat like the 12 holy apostles

And bust down models in flushed out tahoes

Jewels froze look like we hit the lotto

P89, my clique filled wit hollows

Stun in the club get hit with yellow bottles

Don't speak ma, if your neck dont swallow

'Cause 50 push bentleys and Dre push Diablos

That Eminem money got cash in my eskro

Screws Mcduck say swimmin in my cash flow

Yay rappers cracked man I got the best blow

Best flow, Banks put me in the booth lets go

Think like castro, Games in the lasso

Dont jump in the Benz without steps on the petro

God gave me this flow so I am special and 16 bars nigga I'm finished, finito!

 

(Chorus)

 

(Tony Yayo)

 

We Told YAll Muthaf**kas Man!

Yall Niggas Look Like Us And Smell Like Us But Your Not Us Man!

Lloyd Banks Hunger For More!

We Back Nigga!

50 The General!

Young Dezzy Buck!

Game!

The Rap Game Is Ours Nigga!

Hunger For More!

Rida Music Nigga!

This For Them Gangsta, Them Generals, Them Comrades!

Uh Huh!

This Is Rida Music! (HaHa)

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Lloyd Banks - Karma Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Karma Video

(Chorus)

I am the one you denied

Pushed me off everytime I tried

But Im alright

Im able to swallow my pride

And put all the bullshit to the side

If your ready to ride

Im down for a one night stand

Ill accept it any way that I can

Cause I aint yo man

Ill try for what ever its worth

Just remember who played who first

 

(Lloyd Banks)

I cant keep my eyes off you

I can tell why them other guys lost you

Your kinds rarer then a flying saucer

And thats why I can offer

Similarities in our characters

Havent ya heard the word around town

How I get down

They all whistle

Every bodypart is official

And that ass withchu got my dick hard as a missle

Dont hop on top

Cuz I ride around with a pistol

If they pull us over Ill be out of town with a issue

If you was mine, Id introduce you momma girl

Your style and your boots are Gabana

Im so used to your Prada

I take trips cuz out in Houston its hotter

Throw on that Al Green and use the Impala

Make my jewels on my collar

Ya had me feelin like a fool when I hollad

Tryina squeeze in but you wouldn't bother

And I aint either

Soon as I realize that I ain't neither

She in a rush to get close to me but I aint eager

Shiiiit

 

(CHORUS)

 

(Lloyd Banks)

Look I dont mean to bother you

But your sex appeal is remarkable

You make a G wanna walk around in the park witchu

There aint no tellin the kinda things Ima start to do

If I get wrapped up on your ass too fast

I can tell you feel the same cause when I ask you laugh

So Ima leave it at that

Take a hint and put in my math

I imagine your body look twice as good in the bath

And Im buggin

Cuz I can see you right in the hood when I pass

Im never stable cuz business is on my ass

But you can be the one that I visit before I dash

And I admit I been the type to hit and split

But you cant blame me for the females that I been gettin wit

Cuz mosta these broads has had they eyes on my grit

Til they eat this shit and learn to be satisfied with the dick

And If you aint worth it thats all you get

I aint gonna blame you, Ima blame all you tricks

Cuz

 

(CHORUS)

 

(Lloyd Banks)

Its seems like your attitude, only appears when Im mad atchu

And several situations occur and that includes

When Im going too long, ridin through them avenues

As soon as I get home theres rumors and scattered boos

You know my fantasies

Am I feelin things? And can this be?

Your girlfriend tryina sandwich me

My hearts colder than sandwich meat

Cuz I come from the hood where the hammers be

I move fast but I switch pace

And pop a listerine strip in

Before you get all up in the bitch face

Movin your body like this

Gonna make me blow like a bottle of Cris

Man I dunno. No, and how did it twist

Ya got my temperature risin

From your hips and your thighs

And that glare in your eyes'll brighten up the horizon

It comes naturally, I dont bribe em

Its easy as one,two,three and I slide in

 

(Chorus 2x)

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Lloyd Banks - Smile Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Smile Video

(50 Cent)

Yeah, this somethin special y'know, somethin epic

Lloyd Banks, you know

Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't

Don't wanna see you smile baby

 

(Intro: 50 Cent)

Wooo! he wanna be the reason you smile

He wanna be the reason you smi-ile

He wanna be the reason you smile

After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes

 

(Verse One: Lloyd Banks)

I'm gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge

From the conversations we have and the way it ends

You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends

That's why it's just me in my Mercedes Benz

It all depends, maybe if we make amends

We can start from scratch

Learn to control your temper and relax in fact

We plan to be platonic with our hearts in tact

So everytime we seperate, somebody's marchin back

You're amazing in the sack

Eyes slanted like you're Asian, but you're black

God Bless whoever gave you all that

If you seen her from the back

You'd understand why this feel like that

And ain't a flaw to her toes, the Lord knows

Her pussy good enough to miss award shows

And I ain't gotta say nothin, she just knows

By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes

Up and down

 

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks) + (50 Cent)

Even though I'm not around, and you feelin down

Let the thought of me be ( be the reason you smile)

I don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown

I wanna bring you joy and be ( be the reason you smile)

Baby, you know my style, you know how I get down

I provide by any means to be ( the reason you smile)

We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while

I'm just happy I'm around to be ( be the reason you smile)

 

(Verse Two: Lloyd Banks)

The main reason I been lookin at you pitiful

What about the half of this shit I done did to you

Violated and took tip toed into a crib or two

I've come clean to be a bigger individual

Even though you're busy boo, the evening's when I visit you

Kinda makes me feel lucky, cause I see niggaz

When you tease 'em with your physical

She wanna rack up her brooms, I ain't got no more room left

Wild drama, section 8 princess

My foreign chick bad, but she been stressed

Plus it's hard to communicate

Cause she don't speak-a no english

I been around the world state to state

But now I'm back bustin in your bathroom

Got you laughin in your shower cap, let's get it on

Cause I'm leavin in a hour flat but it don't matter she's mad

Even when I holla back

All I really need your attention for a while

And, I bet you I can make you smile

 

(Chorus) 2X

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Lloyd Banks - Work Magic (Ft. Young Buck) Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Work Magic (Ft. Young Buck) Video

(feat. Young Buck)

 

I'm gon ride, I'm gon ride, they gon ride, we all gon ride, (yea)

I come from the heart of southside (yea)

Holdin it down for my niggas that died (yea)

I gotta busy bird on my side (yea)

Pop shit and get yo whole mouth wide (yea)

 

(Verse 1: Lloyd Banks)

 

Baby had tried to steal off the payroll

Ill have niggas scrappin the skin off the ya face with the same shit they peal a potato (whoo)

I thank the lord for my blessings and im glad he gave us the will power and reflexes of larry davis (ohh)

You dont wanna see my block formin' (uh huh)

Thats a 101 doggs and i dont mean the ones with the spots on em

Were respected highly

'Cause you dont need to practice gymnastics to catch a body (oh)

Me and moneys like Whitney, next to Bobby (uh huh)

If i bring all my niggas ill need an extra lobby (uh huh)

As soon as you aint around jake (jake)

You getcha ass whipped for chips

Now thats the real definition of poundcake

I got the crownsnake

And you can tell when im shoppin 'Cause when the mall stampedin' you'll feel the ground shake

I got a car i only drive on Thursdays (haha)

Im a stunna, banks blows more cake then birthdays

 

(Chorus Lloyd Banks)

 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared (uh uh)

I'm headin for the top and im almost there

Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here

Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

 

Look at here, aint nobody 'round here scared

I'm headin for the top and im almost there

Oh yeeuh this shiny shit right here

Ill work magic and make you niggas dissappear

 

(Verse 2: Young Buck)

 

You know how i gets down

This pound hold six rounds

I told you i'd be back bitch

Talk that shit now

You hear that fo fif (.45) sound

Duck when i spit rounds

'Cause this aint beverly hills

You in the bricks now

We aint got shit down here but dope and guns for sell

You get yo head cracked and niggas dont run and tell

Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail

We on that fuck the police shit

We livin in hell

You betta guard yo grill homey

And stand yo ground

These bullets burn

They hit whoevers standin around

I never learn even after i took a couple shots

I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks

Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks

Once they hear that 12-gauge thats when the trouble stops (boom)

If its beef then im ready to ride

Just come to casheville you can find me on the southside (mothafucka)

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 3: Lloyd Banks)

 

Now i aint from Michigan but im in the Fab 5

You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, You know my fuckin name

Whether the truck or train

My minds stuck on the grind

'Cause sumwhere down the line, alot of suckas came

Yeahh aint talkin shit

But we can all tell he ass

Jags are black his eyes like the R-Kelly mask (ah)

You gotta blast me yo (yo)

'Cause the louisville will have yo head lookin like the top of a pistachio

The young gunner with a raspy flow

Got every boyfriend thinkin they girlfriends a nasty hoe

My heart laughin a small

Maybe its 'Cause my grandpop dropped right after the ball

Banks hops out bulletproof this, bulletproof that, bulletproofs snorkle when you hot they hawk you

I got the hood on my shoulda

Chain big as a boulder

The 357 tucka

Mothafucka

 

(Chorus)

 

Yeeuhh (laughs)

Muthafucka

Im here.. yeeuh

Lloyd banks

G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!!

Money by any means...nigga

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