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Lloyd Banks - Halloween Havoc 3: Four Days Of Fury (Mixtape)
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So don q only listened to young banks
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Cheech&Chong
rip chinx
Money crime has me going crazy at the gym, bench pressing the whole fukking gym when it comes on
Banks is out of this world man, def top 5 of all time. fukk what anybody says
Best song on the album
This might be banks best album. Gets better with every spin. It's the only thing I've listened to since it came out
"The only role models on our side's the FOUL KIND
They'll teach you all ABOUT CRIME
Lucky if he GET OUT FINE
Most of my friends will OUTLINE
or OUTLAWS
Why would we care ABOUT YOURS?
For bundles of joy, rip up your HOUSE FLOORS
The victim line will VOUCH FOR US
We on the strip with rocks and GLOCKS TAURUS
Run from the FORCE, know what they GOT FOR US
We all WITH IT, hope your FITTED don't get KNOCKED OFF
Moment of SILENCE for the WILDEST, you'll feel the block PAUSE"
This nikka going in!!
lemme fix that for u beloved
Word to merrick"The only role models on our side's the FOUL KIND
They'll teach you all ABOUT CRIME
Lucky if he GET OUT FINE
Most of my friends will OUTLINE
or OUTLAWS
Why would we care ABOUT YOURS?
For bundles of joy, rip up your HOUSE FLOORS
The victim line will VOUCH FOR US
We on the strip with rocks and glocks TAURUS
Run from the force, know what they GOT FOR US
We all with it, hope your fitted don't get KNOCKED OFF
Moment of silence for the wildest, you'll feel the block PAUSE"
This nikka going in!!
KingOFKings
All Star
I don't think I've ever seen a rapper mix metaphysics, grinding, women, style, finesse, motivation, ambition the way Banks does...without sounding forced or corny.
Who is touching Banks right now
Who is touching Banks right now
Suspicions
All Star
Nobody honestly its sad some people are sleeping and arent witnessing this greatness dog
Reptition has gotten like 100 plays already
BUSINESS AS USUAL
All Star
Hes so slept on its sickening..these 2 tapes are fireeeeee n best music to come out esp lyrically
Cheffing up continuous rapper raps in my melting pot
Injuries consecutive, snappin' necks cuz I'm felt a lot
Mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot
Bread in the box is hot with no car swaps
We were dealt the block
I'm rollin!
This MC's chosen, your M piece open
Always cooking, look at the Benz seat smokin'!
Cement we toting
Broken from foul disappointment since youth
Our only choice is fix truth
Listen, my voice'll hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth
Birds in ya movement soon as you pull a few coupes
Turn to snotty, your stuck-up tight is group loose
A shotty to your deuce deuce
Back on my worse behavior, the Don who raised ya
Hoping a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater
Somebody quote me, I'll be back for the trophy, beyond creative
None of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive
Been all of your life you witness something this cool, freons and tanks
If I get the black and foul reaction
You're boring really, the crowds relaxin'
Counted a nikka out, but you fukked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let's take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little nikkas, watch me fukking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the 'jets, headed to the top's what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec
Here’s your overdose of reality
The ghetto made me sharp, carve my anatomy
Gemstar to your writing arm, what a tragedy
Stronger, I get the break from these demons harder
They grabbing me, battle 'em with the powers that be
Bomb in the traffic free, terrorize your rapping tree
Sing along with catastrophe, nikkas never been half of me
I split apart they lacking G, hoopties outta my fukking lane
Wanted timer designer his buckle frames
Not many can hang, maybe a couple names
Pencil me married to clarity, check my knuckle game
Bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain
Cancerous critics done tampered with it, no fukks remain
fukk 'em all with a passion, I’m classic CD deluxe and frame, I’m living
My flow is like a S6 with the kit in, the world in my palms
Two decades too long, juggling women
Got stones jumping in rhythm
Ice package, my wrist rocky
Spotlight in my ear, chain hitting like Big Papi
Injuries consecutive, snappin' necks cuz I'm felt a lot
Mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot
Bread in the box is hot with no car swaps
We were dealt the block
I'm rollin!
This MC's chosen, your M piece open
Always cooking, look at the Benz seat smokin'!
Cement we toting
Broken from foul disappointment since youth
Our only choice is fix truth
Listen, my voice'll hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth
Birds in ya movement soon as you pull a few coupes
Turn to snotty, your stuck-up tight is group loose
A shotty to your deuce deuce
Back on my worse behavior, the Don who raised ya
Hoping a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater
Somebody quote me, I'll be back for the trophy, beyond creative
None of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive
Been all of your life you witness something this cool, freons and tanks
If I get the black and foul reaction
You're boring really, the crowds relaxin'
Counted a nikka out, but you fukked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let's take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little nikkas, watch me fukking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the 'jets, headed to the top's what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec
Here’s your overdose of reality
The ghetto made me sharp, carve my anatomy
Gemstar to your writing arm, what a tragedy
Stronger, I get the break from these demons harder
They grabbing me, battle 'em with the powers that be
Bomb in the traffic free, terrorize your rapping tree
Sing along with catastrophe, nikkas never been half of me
I split apart they lacking G, hoopties outta my fukking lane
Wanted timer designer his buckle frames
Not many can hang, maybe a couple names
Pencil me married to clarity, check my knuckle game
Bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain
Cancerous critics done tampered with it, no fukks remain
fukk 'em all with a passion, I’m classic CD deluxe and frame, I’m living
My flow is like a S6 with the kit in, the world in my palms
Two decades too long, juggling women
Got stones jumping in rhythm
Ice package, my wrist rocky
Spotlight in my ear, chain hitting like Big Papi
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Cheffing up continuous rapper raps in my melting pot
Injuries consecutive, snappin' necks cuz I'm felt a lot
Mix me in with the great names, weirdo ones on the shelf to rot
Bread in the box is hot with no car swaps
We were dealt the block
I'm rollin!
This MC's chosen, your M piece open
Always cooking, look at the Benz seat smokin'!
Cement we toting
Broken from foul disappointment since youth
Our only choice is fix truth
Listen, my voice'll hit roofs, record in a bulletproof booth
Birds in ya movement soon as you pull a few coupes
Turn to snotty, your stuck-up tight is group loose
A shotty to your deuce deuce
Back on my worse behavior, the Don who raised ya
Hoping a legend takes a shot at me, bet my response is greater
Somebody quote me, I'll be back for the trophy, beyond creative
None of them really how they making it seem, peons persuasive
Been all of your life you witness something this cool, freons and tanks
If I get the black and foul reaction
You're boring really, the crowds relaxin'
Counted a nikka out, but you fukked up and got a survivor
It takes a check to go to war, let's take it dollar for dollar
We strategize with discipline, won’t break the mind of a rider
Giant in the game of little nikkas, watch me fukking tower
Money, crime and sex, time to stretch on a private jet
Hundred thousand neck, hail the vets, give me my respect
Stumbling out the 'jets, headed to the top's what I expect
Put that on the set, stomp competition for rec
Here’s your overdose of reality
The ghetto made me sharp, carve my anatomy
Gemstar to your writing arm, what a tragedy
Stronger, I get the break from these demons harder
They grabbing me, battle 'em with the powers to be
Bomb in the traffic free, terrorize your rapping tree
Sing along with catastrophe, nikkas never been half of me
I split apart they lacking G, hoopties outta my fukking lane
Wanted timer designer his buckle frames
Not many can hang, maybe a couple names
Pencil me married to clarity, check my knuckle game
Bars climb through hard times, coming in clutch, my crutch is pain
Cancerous critics done tampered with it, no fukks remain
fukk 'em all with a passion, I’m classic CD deluxe and frame, I’m living
My flow is like a S6 with the kit in, the world in my palms
Two decades too long, juggling women
Got stones jumping in rhythm
Ice package, my wrist rocky
Spotlight in my ear, chain hitting like Big Papi
Changes his flow 3 times in the first verse
AJtheOne
Nets/Giants/Yankees
Feel dumb as the last nikka that got at me, shot up wit bags of d
Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head
Failed kicking ya shyt for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg
Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled
They tell you foul shyt about me, don't deliver it
Me on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it
Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment
Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain't feeling shyt
Blue and black from New York City's hardest hitter
Problem baby, born guerrilla
Panic charms a killer
Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered
Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head
Failed kicking ya shyt for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg
Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled
They tell you foul shyt about me, don't deliver it
Me on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it
Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment
Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain't feeling shyt
Blue and black from New York City's hardest hitter
Problem baby, born guerrilla
Panic charms a killer
Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered
