Punchlines come so easy to Banks that entire gems lay undiscovered, hidden within meticulous wordplay, for months before listeners catch on to his genius. So many bars, that Banks adopted the moniker “punchline king,” a testament to his ability to create earth-shattering metaphors. Yes, 50 Cent may be the face of G-Unit, but Banks is undoubtedly the rapper in the group with the strongest bars. Today, we're going to bat for Lloyd Banks.Ĭhristopher Charles Lloyd, aka Lloyd Banks, is one of the most gifted wordsmiths of all time. The more obvious choices (such as André 3000, Lil Wayne, Eminem, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, 2Pac) will be ignored in favor of artists who tend to get overlooked these days, for one reason or another. Previously, our writers have made cases for Pusha T, Ice Cube, DJ Quik, Big Boi, DMX, Ghostface Killah, and Scarface. In this series, we'll be making the case for specific rappers to be included in "greatest of all-time" discussions. Rickie Lee Jones Chuck E.50 may be the driver behind G-Unit, but Lloyd Banks is the engine. Pereza Por Mi Tripa (Versión Alternativa) Lyrics Yeah n_ yeah Shady Aftermath G-Unit f_ you think they call us G Unit for Cause we move units uhha Don't think we ain't billin you for this m_ing studio time A matter a fact keep call it a 50 we'll call it even They see me more pop a boy for icey cuz I could Shootin' guns for money you probably forgot your way around the hood b_ when you paranoid it's hard to make a song Now you want it wit' us, half your artists got to make a point Every magazine I own your on your knees takin' prayer picture And you ain't even got shot yet, you scared b_es You don't know nuttin' about what pain is sucka I'll put your a_ to the ground like a train conductor, muh'f_er f_ that I'm miles away And these industry n_s startin' to get outta hand I'ma find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man Tellin' New York, even in Compton they understand I'm on the block where you was raised doin' chocolate out tha game an'. You couldn't son me if my father helped you My punchlines is hot, my bars'll melt you Ja you Stuart Little, shells'll lift you Every other week I'm buyin a new pistol I clap at your a_ with this chrome 38 And put six thru your hats of seven 3/8 Irv you ain't Suge Knight, you should shook night I put my knife in ya wind pipe and freeze ya on the turnpike You know and I know who took ya chain You got robbed two times so ya a_ is laid I'm down to die for this s_ all I need is bail You betta stick to tha movies with Steven Seigel, b_ 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 b_p heads with me I know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You know you don't want it with me Does it make you mad when I switch my flow? You can't understand how I get my dough 50 Cent I'm on fire cause Shady said so I'm on fireĮverybody's in a rush try to get the throne I just get on the track and try to set the tone I ain't tryna use nobody as a steppin stone But don't compare me I'm better off jus' left alone And I ain't even tryna go there wit record sales I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself Say what up, keep steppin, and just rep D-12 Keep my nose clean, stay away from weapons, jail And livin wreckless But if you go check my belt You may see something else I used to protect myself A vest, to stop a Rueger and deflect the shells And send 'em back at you faster than they left the barrel And I don't even carry guns no more, I don't got to Got undercover cops that'll legally pop you And I done seen a lot of people cross the line But this m_er Ja musta lost his mind That X, got him thinkin' he was DMX Then he switched to 'Pac now he's tryna be him next So which one are you? X, Luther, Pac or Michael Juss keep singin' the same song, recycled We'd all much rather get along and fight you Me and Hailie danced to your songs we liked you And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth C'mon now, you know the white boy'll bite you I hurt your pride dawg and you know I don't like to But I will if I have to, with syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that s_ you onīut if you want it you got it you'd b_p this s_ too, if we ain't diss you on it But if we lock horns we can charge harder than Busta We b_p heads wit any m_er that wants to So whats the, deal where was all the tough talk? When I walked up to you like, Ja what up dawg? How come you didn't say you had a problem then? When you was standin' there wit all your men, we coulda solved this then I'ma grown man dawg come holla All you did was slapdance, smile and swallow, another one of them little X pills in front of me And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be come on 50 Cent ft Eminem Lloyd Banks We On Fire Lyrics
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