Lloyd Banks

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Парняга с фактурной внешностью: оттопыренные уши, выступающие надбровные дуги, приплюснутый нос боксера и губищи, очерченные тонкой линией усиков. Мускулистое тело расписано татуировками и увешано драгоценными побрякушками. Фартовый жиган Lloyd Banks собственной персоной.

В вопросах имиджа он не считает нужным выходить за рамки гангстерских стереотипов, поэтому выглядит как чертовски удачливый подонок. Lloyd Banks не относится к числу хорошо воспитанных парней. Когда он родился, его мать еще училась в школе. Пока она пыталась как-то воспитывать сына, папаша мотал очередной продолжительный срок. Читать рэп и курить дурь Ллойд Бэнкс начал одновременно - в 11 лет. Вот они, плоды акселерации…

В 17 лет настала пора подвязывать с образованием. Молодой человек счел, что обстановка учебного заведения является помехой для его развития как рэппера. Видимо обстановка на улицах родного Куинса более позитивно влияла на креативные способности Ллойда. Райончик был неплохой: в его квартале жил Tony Yayo, а в доме за углом - 50 Cent. С Тони он водил дружбу, через него и познакомился с Полтинником. Отвечая на вопрос, каким образом Lloyd Banks попал в состав G-Unit, он говорит, что просто был среди тех немногих, кто не отвернулся от 50 Cent, после того как в него всадили 9 пуль. Не отвернулся, в отличие от того, как поступили многие знакомые 50, в отличие от того, как это сделал его лейбл. Поэтому и вошел в классический состав G-Unit, общепризнанно самой успешно хип-хоп-банды на сегодняшний день.

В G-Unit Ллойд Бэнкс самый зеленый - он на семь лет моложе 50 Cent. Когда 50 и Yayo ездили в тур вместе с Nas, а также принимали участие в Cash Money/ Ruff Ryders Tour, Ллойд был еще слишком юн и оставался дома. Но он не терял времени даром и активно участвовал в записи различного рода локальных микстейпов, на чем и сделал себе имя. В наибольшей степени на формирование Бэнкса как рэппера повлияло творчество таких людей, как Snoop Dogg, Rakim, Big Daddy Kane и Kool G Rap. Так же он переслушал много чего из Mobb Deep. Под их воздействием и сформировался его стиль, сочетающий брутальные тексты с хладнокровным флоу.

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В 2003 году Ллойд Бэнкс засветился на мультиплатиновом альбоме 50 Cent “Get Rich Or Die Tryin`”, записав куплет в треке “Don`t Push Me” вместе с 50 и Эминемом. Это была лишь роль второго плана, но в конце года он уже в числе главных действующих лиц на альбоме G-Unit “Beg For Mercy”. 50, Lloyd Banks и Young Buck, рекрутированный с Cash Money Records вместо отбывавшего заключение Tony Yayo, совместными усилиями наторговали еще пару миллионов копий. Поэтапный выход из тени своего босса Полтинника продолжается - 29 июля вышел сольный альбом Ллойд Бэнкса "The Hunger for More". Этот диск с первой же недели пребывания в чартах оккупировал первую строчку и не уступает ее уже 4 недели подряд не взирая на все старания таких оппонентов как Usher, Jadakiss и The Roots. Обжигающе горячие хиты “On Fire” и “Warrior, Pt.2” позволяют надеяться, что такое доминирование будет продолжаться и дальше. На "The Hunger for More" немного приглашенных гостей. Бэнкс объясняет, что если бы было иначе, то он не получил бы уважения улиц. Присутствует необходимый минимум: коллеги Young Buck и 50 Cent, главный начальник Eminem, Snoop, поклонником которого Ллойд является с детства; Game, рэппер с Западного побережья, новоприобретенный участник G-Unit, а также... “откинувшийся” Tony Yayo. Аккурат за месяц до релиза Yayo освободили и он моментально развил энергичную деятельность. Сразу же после освобождения Yayo заявил, что в сентябре выпускает альбом, изрядно озадачив менеджеров Интерскоп, недоуменно мямливших, что не могут подтвердить подобную информацию. Сделав такое заявление, он незамедлительно направился в студию записывать свой куплет для трека “Ain't No Click”.

За тусовки с 50 Cent полиция платит Ллойду нежелательным вниманием к его персоне. Хотя Ллойд пока что не давал поводов для обострения отношений с представителями закона. Два его ранения не связаны с уголовными разборками, а являются последствием трагических событий 11 сентября 2001 года. Учитывая масштаб катастрофы, можно считать, что легко отделался. Рассказывая о своем времяпровождении, Ллойд признается, что любит сочинять и курить. Он говорит: “Я пишу. Я много пишу. Ежедневно, все свободное время. И я много курю. Я не курю, чтобы лучше писать. Я курю, потому что с 11 лет привык это делать. Это просто обыденное занятие”.

Ллойду нравится делать музыку для женщин, хотя по его творчеству этого не скажешь. Любимым своим треком он называет “Smile” с “Beg For Mercy”. Он чувствует, что этот трек показывает женщинам другую сторону Ллойд Бэнкса. Он все еще одинок и ищет правильную подружку. В ответ на вопрос о его предпочтениях в вопросах пола, он выдает глубокомысленную сентенцию: "Мне нравятся чиксы, которым я нравлюсь. И еще они должны выглядеть соблазнительно".

В свои 22 он пользуется уважением фэнов хип-хопа. Ведь он - участник G Unit, задающих тон в американском рэпе. Его коллеги намерены продолжать свое наступление на рынки: в августе выпускает альбом Young Buck, за ним следом в игру вступит новичок Game, а в ноябре в ход пойдет тяжелая артиллерия - второй сольник 50 Cent. “Следующий выстрел будет мой." - обещает Ллойд Бэнкс. И я сделаю его сразу после 50”.

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Lloyd Banks "On Fire"
Альбом: Hunger For More

{Talking}
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit

{Chorus}
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire

{Verse 1}
Now I aint putting nothing out, I smoke when I wanna
26-inch chrome spokes on the Hummer
This heat gon last for the whole summer
Running your bi*** faster then the Road Runner
Rocks on my wrist, rolls gold under
Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder
Im buying diamond by the pier
But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear
Yeah, im riding with that all black snub
Raiders cap back, all black gloves
Im 80s man, but the boy smack thugs
These record sales ???
Not to mention I bought a pack of clubs
His impacts about as raw as crack was
Now all these new artists getting raw deals
Im only 21, sitting on mills

{Chorus}
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire

{Verse 2}
If you know anything about me, then you know im a baller
If I aint hit the first night, I aint gon call her
Im trying to play, you trying to have my daughter
But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her
And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought her
Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her ??
I got a diamond about as clear as water
And I got bread, but I aint spend quarters
So cut the games ma, lets go in the back
Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down
And I aint bias when im riding through the town
Like em small, like em tall, like em black, like em brown
She gotta be able to cum when I need her
Tight ass pants, little wife beater
Regular chick or R&B diva
bi*** say something, I aint a mind reader

{Chorus}
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shell take it off if it get to hot, up in this spot
We on fire
Tear the roof off this motherf***er, light the roof on fire
Nigga what you say
We get loose in this motherf***er, light the roof on fire fire fire

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Lloyd Banks (feat. Avant) "Karma"
Альбом: Hunger For More


[Chorus]
I am forewarn you tonite
First time for everytime i try
But im alright
I may just swallow my pride
N just put all the bullshit to the side
If u ready to ride
Im down for a one night stand
Gotta accept it any way that i can
Cuz i aint yo man
I try for whatever its worth
Just remember who played who first

[Lloyd Banks]
I cant keep my eyes off ya
I can tell why them other guys lost ya
The kinds red an a flying saucer
Thats what i can offer
Simalarities and characters
Havnt ya heard the word around town
How i get down?
They all whistle
Everybody part official
An that ass was you
Got my dick hard as a missle
Dont hop on top
Cuz i ride around with a pistle
N if they pull us over ill be out of town wit an issue
If you was mine id introduce u to momma girl
Your styling your moves n your nirvana
Im so used to ur prada
Taking trips to houston its hotta
Throwing that Al Green n using that impala
Lay my jewels on my collar
Ya had me feeling like a fool when i holla'd
Trying to squeeze in but you wouldnt bother
But i aint either
Soon as i realize that i aint either
She in a rush to get close to me but i aint eager

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Like i dont mean to bother you
But your sex appeal is remarkable
U make a G wanna walk around in a park with you
There aint no telling what kinda things that im'a start to do
If i get wrapped up on your ass to fast
I can tell u feel the same cuz when i ask you laugh
So im'a leave it at that n hint n put it in my math
I imagine your prolly twice as good in a bath
But im buggin
Cuz i can see u right in the hood when i pass
Im never stapled cuz business is on my ass
But you can be the one i visit before i dash
An i admit i been the type to hit n split
But u can blame me for the females that i been getting with
Cuz
Most of these broads have there eyes on my grits
Till they're in deeper shit n they learn how to be satisfied with the dick an'
N if you aint worth it then thats all u get
I aint gonna blame you im gonna blame them tricks
Cuz

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
U seem like your attitude
Only appears when im mad at you
In several situations n that includes
When im gone to long ridin' thru them avenues
As soon as i get home this room is a scattered boos
U know my fantasies and my feeling things at camera speed
N ur girlfriends trying to sandwich me
My hearts colder then ya sandwich meat
Cuz i come from the hood where the hammers be
I move fast but at a switch pace
N i pop in a listerine strip before u get all up on a bitch face
Moving your body like this
Gonna make me blow like a bottle of cris
I dont know noone hotter then twis
You got my temperature risin' from your hips to ur thighs an
That glare in your eyes that brighten up her horizon
It comes naturally i dont bribe em
Its easy as... 1,2,3 n i slide em

[Chorus]

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Lloyd Banks "Playboy"
Альбом: Hunger for More


[Verse One]
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch
Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me
You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman
I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin
You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators
They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches
Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues
C'mere, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
Bitch!

[Chorus]
Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home
Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

.. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!)
(Let's go)

[Verse Two]
I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa
Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me
You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight
for your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girl rushin
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family
All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks
Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close
Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Nigga!

[Chorus]

Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
Everybody up front get yo' hands up
And everybody out back get yo' hands up
And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
... man fuck what he said man, put 'em up!
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
... ohhh-OHH!

Lloyd Banks, what?
Oooooooooooooh!

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Lloyd Banks "I'm So Fly"
Альбом: Hunger for More


[Intro - Lloyd Banks]
Yeah!
Aye yo 50
They don't do it like us nigga
Yeah!

[Chorus]
I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year
Nigga I'm so fly, I got money
So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter
Too smooth to stutter
The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burner
But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder
We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner
Its a privilege to ride with a celeb'
'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head
Paranoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bed
Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' head
Where the block I'm from
Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking
And niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking
It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo
'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown
For my niggaz that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
Don't confuse me with the suckers
'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's”
Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker
Thank God for giving Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta
But all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there's no one out the click that freezes
Believe that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but Jesus
Look dog, I don't run with the poodles
Difference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles
Ya' boy is corrupt kid
Banks a send a bitch to the store
Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did
You chumps cant afford these homes
Look around I got forty clones
Now look down, that's forty stones
And that's only in the necklace
I'm bony and I'm wreck lace
It's Tony in a Lexus
I'm fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya' man thought
I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport

[Chorus]

[Verse - Lloyd Banks]
When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck
'Cause they harass us in the airport
Like I'm the one that's blowing shit up
I got the patience of a High School teacher
And a bright future
Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker?
All the goodie girls back off us
My hearts colder then Jack Frost's
We pack shows and attract bosses
Black clothes with my black Forces
A black rose for a rats coffin
I'm blowing O's of that black coughing
Blow on the road then I'm back flossing
No one knows how much that's costing
Fuck ass, only the green moves me
I got a clean Uzi
A pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie
So if you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly
Or get a little red splatter on ya' cream Coogi
My name ring each state
So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate

[Chorus]

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Lloyd Banks (feat. Young Buck) "Work Magic"
Альбом: Hunger for More


[LB] I'm gon' ride! {*repeat 2X*}
[LB] They gon' ride!
[LB] We all gon' ride!

[Lloyd Banks]
I've come from the heart of South Side
Holdin it down for my niggaz that died
I gotta dizzy bird on my side
Pop shit and get your whole mouth wired

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
Baby that's right stay off the payroll
I have niggaz scrapin the skin off your face
with the same shit that peel the potatoes
I thank the Lord for my blessings, and I'm glad he gave us
The willpower, and the reflexes of Larry Davis
You don't wanna see my block formin
That's a hundred and one dawgs
And I don't mean the ones with the spots on 'em
We're respected highly
Cause you ain't gotta practice gymnastics to catch a body
Me and money's like Whitney, next to Bobby
If I bring all my niggaz I need an extra lobby
As soon as you ain't around Jake, you get your ass whipped
for chips, now that's the real definition of poundcake
I got the crown snake, and you can tell when I'm shoppin
Cause when the mall stampedin you feel the ground shake
I got a car I only drive on Thursdays
I'm a stunner, Banks blows more cake than birthdays

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks - repeat 2X]
Looka here, ain't nobody 'round here scared
I'm headed for the top, and I'm almost there
Oh yeah! Shiny shit right here
I work magic and make you niggaz dissapear

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
You know how I gets down, this pound hold six rounds
I told you I'd be back bitch, talk that shit now!
You hear that fo'-fifth sound, duck when I spit rounds
Cause this ain't Beverly Hills, you in the Bricks now
We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sale
You get your head cracked, then niggaz don't run and tell
It's like we sell crack, get caught head back to jail
We on that "Fuck the Police" shit, we're livin in hell
You better guard your grill homey and stand your ground
These bullets burn, they hit whoever's standin around
I never learned, even after I took a couple shots
I just got me some Band-Aids, and bought a couple glocks
Had to go on a rampage, and hit a couple blocks
Once they hear that 12 gauge, that's when the trouble stops
If it's beef then I'm ready to ride
Just come to Ca$hville, you can find me on the South Side
Motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Lloyd Banks]
Now I ain't from Michigan, but I'm in the Fab Five
You know, Yayo and 50, Buck and Game, you know my fuckin name
Whether the truck or train, my mind stuck on the grind
Cussin without a line, a lot of suckers came
Yeah you talkin shit, but we can all tell he ass
Jazz and black his eyes like the R. Kelly mass
You gotta blast me yo, cause the Louisville'll
have your head lookin like the top of a pistachio
The young gunner with the raspy flow
Got every boyfriend, thinkin they girlfriend's a nasty ho
My heart laugh and it's small, maybe it's cause
my grandpop dropped, right after the ball
Banks hops out, bulletproof this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, when you hot, they hawk you
I got the hood on my shoulder, chain big as a boulder
The 3-5-7 tucker, motherfucker!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Geah, haha.. motherfucker! I'm here, yeah!
Lloyd Banks, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g, G-g-g
G-Unit!!! Money by any means, nigga

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Lloyd Banks "Warrior"
Альбом: Hunger for More


(Warriors! Come out to Pla-a-a-y!)

I'm a warrior!
Aw man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after

Uh, You heard right motherfucker
My grandmama' daughter ain't raised no sucker
Heart full of pride and a head full of anger
Attitude of a winner infared for the danger
Even the paranoya of a female'll change ya
Waking up every morning laying next to a stranger
I'm on the move, smooth, with one eye out for the snakes
Who can't stand hearin your name all throughout the states
Tune into BET and watchin your video
Pretending to be your friends but the smart ones really no, so
If that's your man warn him
'Cause there's enough bullets in here to hit every NBA patch on him
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

{Chorus}
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!

Goddamn hoe here I go again
The Double L O Y D
Here put on an I.V
Tryin ta try me
The new age I lead
The black C.I.G
Resides beside me
As smooth as an Isley
Sometimes I surprise me
Can't even ID
As low as my eyes be
I roll with the gangstas don't get fly with your mouth
The wrong punchline'll have niggaz inside of your house
Nigga I'm doing good I made it out of the hood
I own Beverly Hills no more bottles or wood
That's a zipper that's sticky
California should whip me
I done made it this far can't be mad if they hit me (shhiit)
Nigga ride 'til I die the song I sing
You ain't ready for the war I bring
You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing
And I ain't ever scared I'm a warrior!

{Chorus}
Man I never run never snitch
I'm a grown man dog I ain't no bitch (A warrior!)
Don't change cause he's rich
Before I shit on my family I lie in a ditch (A warrior!)
Don't fold under pressure
You got a shell waitin in the hole if they test ya (A warrior!)
I'll sacrifice it all if he has ta
React and think about it after
I'm a warrior!