
Shot Down Lloyd Banks
"Shot Down" by Lloyd Banks, released in 2016, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, betrayal, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics convey a sense of defiance against adversity, showcasing Banks' introspective storytelling and sharp lyricism. Unique musical elements include a haunting beat and layered production, enhancing its emotional depth. The song resonates with listeners facing similar hardships, contributing to its cultural relevance in the hip-hop community.

[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
2 G's Up! {DAMN!} [shot]
Yeah! {LET'S GO!}
[Chorus:]
Them niggas don't like me! (like me...)
I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...)
Jealousy most likely, (likely...)
You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot]
We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...)
Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...)
Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...)
Fuck around and get shot - dooown! {NON STOP! } [shot]
[Verse 1:]
Uh! - PLK the kingpin! - You can't pin the king down (uh-huh!)
I let somethin' swing 'round that'll knock thing down. (yeeah!)
Eight rings blaow! - Icey knuckle shit
Your chick look good, is the chick I'm prolly fuckin' with. (yeah!) [gunshot]
If your pimpin' her up. - Then I'm a have her suckin' sick (yeah!)
Wardrobe full of tight shit. - Don't nuthin' fit. (naah!)
I don't cuff for shit. - You can have her back tomorrow! (yeah!)
I drop her off in my 09 murcielago. (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
And I know! - You rather see me hollow. (uh!)
Lined up and follow, cause all of this pyro. (yeah!)
I drink out the bottle and smoke out the bottle
Buy five rims every car (why?) - in case I hit a pot hole. {COME ON!} [gunshot]
Follow me as we ain' sharin' no space, he gotta move, gotta die!
Fix 'em up real good. - I got the two's, lullaby! (lullaby!)
No big things they love the ride, (ride...)
SouthSide don't be a homicide! (homicide!)
2 G's Up! {DAMN!} [shot]
Yeah! {LET'S GO!}
[Chorus:]
Them niggas don't like me! (like me...)
I'm gettin' money and I'm icey! (icey...)
Jealousy most likely, (likely...)
You won't learn, you'll be shot - dooown! [shot]
We ridin' round with the top gone (top gone...)
Don't hang out on that block long, (block long...)
Tick tock hold spot tongue! (spot tongue...)
Fuck around and get shot - dooown! {NON STOP! } [shot]
[Verse 1:]
Uh! - PLK the kingpin! - You can't pin the king down (uh-huh!)
I let somethin' swing 'round that'll knock thing down. (yeeah!)
Eight rings blaow! - Icey knuckle shit
Your chick look good, is the chick I'm prolly fuckin' with. (yeah!) [gunshot]
If your pimpin' her up. - Then I'm a have her suckin' sick (yeah!)
Wardrobe full of tight shit. - Don't nuthin' fit. (naah!)
I don't cuff for shit. - You can have her back tomorrow! (yeah!)
I drop her off in my 09 murcielago. (yeah!) {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
And I know! - You rather see me hollow. (uh!)
Lined up and follow, cause all of this pyro. (yeah!)
I drink out the bottle and smoke out the bottle
Buy five rims every car (why?) - in case I hit a pot hole. {COME ON!} [gunshot]
Follow me as we ain' sharin' no space, he gotta move, gotta die!
Fix 'em up real good. - I got the two's, lullaby! (lullaby!)
No big things they love the ride, (ride...)
SouthSide don't be a homicide! (homicide!)
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