i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i'm gon' clap you it
Faded voice - Fuck yeah... Eminem: YEAHH! LLoyd Banks: Oh shit, its the Evil Genius Eminem: Green Lantern LLoyd Banks: Yea... Hey yo Em, what do we call
Warriors Go Ahead N Make Some Noise It Ain't Healthy To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapon I Don't Need My Boyz Im Doin' 120
what i'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause i don't have to You can run your own mouth, i don't care If you get too close i'm gon' clap you
be come on [50 Cent] [Chorus] I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna
Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggas Know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you
Soul Assassins, here we go! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Niggaz, know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You could run your
don't wanna see my block formin' That's a hundred and one dawgs And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em We're respected highly 'Cause you ain't
you parting along when I'm ending at I don't see no kind of friend in that f-ck em all go spend a stack yapping like a bitch don't get more friend than
feel a nigga, call me) (body) [Lloyd Banks] Yeah, Banks, yeah Look you ain't got to like me, that's (body) cool, I don't give a fuck Clowny time ain
it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero I'ma break before I lay floor berry Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary You can't tame Lloyd
I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine And I'm rap's MVP Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C. This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend Mad
time [Verse 5 - The Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this mafucka, crunk It took two, months But 50 got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "Huh?" Don't
my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on 'Cause I shoot through your bicepts your triceps Then breeze through ya projects when the coke come back It's the China White and the D don't
don't care about cord You take a pack and bring it back don't come up short 'cause any day can be your day so don't play Yay got the Yay Fame got that
blade I don't like you, you don't like me It's not likely that we'll ever be friends Why pretend? (Ma, Banks' back at it again) I don't like you, you
now, G-Unit Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains These niggaz don't really want war They just walk around frontin' 'cause I walk around