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lloyd banks - ain’t no click lyrics

[intro: tony yayo & lloyd banks]
yeah, n-gga!
we f-ckin’ back! hunger for more!
tony’s home!
yo, banks, i told these n-ggas man
(ya’ll done f-cked up now)

[hook: lloyd banks]
ain’t no cl!ck like the one i’m wit’
if the drama gets thick, it’s the guns i get (now)
g-unit n-ggas is runnin’ this sh-t (now)
if you ain’t reppin’ where you from then sit (down)
we gettin’ dough everywhere we go
and it’s k!llin’ em’ slow just to hear me blow (now)
g-unit n-ggas is runnin’ this sh-t (now)
if you ain’t reppin where you from, sit down!

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
by now, i know you done seen me
on your stadium or tv, with 380 on the ev
i skeet babies on ya breezy
and i ain’t’ stoppin’
only jake or jacob could freeze me
squeeze me, and it’s bye bye gone
we got guns like popeye’s arm
i put a ring on every finger but the rats still askin’
cause there’s one on all of mine, i’m the rap phil jackson
i built the rep for murder on every who kid
kay slay, and big mike, admit it; the kid tight
and you ain’t’ even put up a fight, so it’s back to the amateurs
wrappin’ your sandwiches, i’m hot now so the rats want to stand wit’ us
they hop in the van wit’ us and clap on cameras
i hit the clubs, now i’m back tourin’ canada’s
amongst weed smokers and cr-p-floor gamblers

[hook: lloyd banks]

[verse 2: lloyd banks]
make sure the birds don’t get brought to him
i watched kobe go from the basketball court to the courtroom
go ‘head, try to do me harm, soldier
and you’ll be in a black bag like gr-ss out the lawnmower
and i’ll be d-mn if i co-sign a old snitch
that was g-ngb-ngin’ when jaws was a goldfish
i’ve been named new york’s screamin’ on the street
for bullying the baseline and leanin’ on the beat
i’m well known now so you see me on the creep
schemin’ on a freak, fan base leanin’ on the jeep
they walkin’ wit the fire
so if you say banks in you verse, then you better be talkin’ ’bout tyra
from p.a. to l.a., atlanta to texas
nashville to memphis, my buzz is tremendous
i p-ss through the city slow, but hit the gas on a silly hoe
bounce like -ss in my video

[hook: lloyd banks]

[verse 3: tony yayo]
‘ey, yo
uno, dos, tres, cuatro
my cl!ck eat like the twelve holy apostles
we bust down models, and plush out tahoes
jewels froze – look like we hit the lotto
p89; my clip filled wit’ hollows
stunt in the club – get hit wit’ yellow bottles
don’t speak ma, if ya neck don’t swallow
cause 50 push bentleys and dre push diablos
that eminem money got cash in my escrow
scrooge mcduck stays swimmin’ in my cash flow
yay’ rap is crack, and i got the best blow – best flow
banks’ put me in the booth; let’s go
think like cestro; the games in a l-sso
jump in the benz without snaps on the petro’
god gave me this flow, so i am special
in 16 bars, n-gga, i’m finished; finito!

[hook: lloyd banks]

[outro: tony yayo]
we told y’all motherf-ckers, man
ya’ll n-ggas look like us, stunt like us, but y’all not us man!
lloyd banks, hunger for more!
we back n-gga!
50 the general!
young beezy buck!
game!
rap game is ours n-gga!
hunger for more!
this is rider music, n-gga!
this for them gangstas, them generals, and them comrades!
this rider music! ha ha!

- lloyd banks lyrics

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