Big Bully Lloyd Banks

[Lloyd Banks]
Weed all morning, and then it dawned on ‘em
The niggas that call him “the best,” I moonwalk on ‘em
Don't add gasoline, I’ll put the torch on ‘em
They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these horns on ‘em
You fall on morning before it start stormin’
Ain’t really no competition, I rip apart all ‘em
Go call ‘em, I serve niggas till they get boring
Midnight, midday, morning, ugh
This song is for errbody I make it look simple, G’s
I wipe the floor with MC’s, stack triple cheese (Uh-huh)
Me, Fif', and Yay’ just copped—now that’s triple Beams
My PLK ring hold weight, I cripple knees (Knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get to lick on these
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga, pick a sleeve
You know you can’t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe
Please don’t ask me how I’m living when I lift my keys (Yeah)
Brand-new-spankin’ Franklins
I land where it’s ancient, they race to thank him (Uh-huh)
A million miles away out in space jus’ waitin’ (word!)
Cookin’ up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin’! (you nerves!)
Listen, 'cause I ain’t got the time to blog
Words with the struggling Black man, bars hard as Obama job (Ugh)
Fuck my enemies (Yeah), I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, tie niggas up like Amistad
Shit-talkin’ cause I'm armored-car'd
Leap and the drama frog, sleep from the karma start (Woo)
Suppose I lose it, these old niggas entrees
You thinking? 'Cause I been drinkin’ like Kanye (Kanye)
Ain’t nuttin’ changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites (Ugh)
And my new Lous, they lucky if I do ‘em twice
About to catch my flight to Nice, 'cause I’m nice
Dime after dime, I’m the man, yeah
Her ass spillin’ over the damn chair (Ugh)
Her titties stand up like Pam Grier (Uh-huh)
I give ‘em wide walls and damp hair
Slow fellatio in the Lam’, yeah, let’s camp here (Ha)
See, nine times out of ten, I’m kinda rocky
I’m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi
Furs by the row, extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty racks on that cream Maserati (Woo)
How you gon’ turn your back on your backbone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone (That zone)
Leanin’ on Pat-rón, there’s no chilling me
My lifestyle’s fast dome, roam through Ital (Ugh)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (Serious)
The pussy only really yours on her period
Period—wrong move, checkmate, boy
Mansion, man, don’t tell me there’s a sextape, Lloyd (Ugh)
Banks, nigga—name a nigga you know nicer (Huh)
I’m shitting, I'm gon’ need a sumo diaper! (Yeah)
I move like the Spyker, two-door Viper (Yeah)
Negative energy’ll get the crew all hyper (Ugh)
“Mary Jane,” life her, the only chick that gets it from me
I’m on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I’m hearin’ all the comparin’ and the shit is funny (pfff!)
We’re not the same I’m different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin’ his ass off, a brick to glass jaws;
My flow “Predator” with the mask off!