• On Fire
  • Hands Up
  • I'm So Fly
  • You Already Know
  • Help (Feat. Keri Hilson)
  • Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (feat. Juelz Santana)
  • Iceman (Feat. Young Buck, Scarface & 8Ball)
  • Karma
  • Warrior
  • If You So Gangsta
  • Til The End
  • Playboy
  • Any Girl (feat. Lloyd)
  • Get Low
  • South Side Story
  • Beamer, Benz or Bentley - Explicit Version
  • Die One Day
  • Warrior Version (Explicit))
  • Survival
  • Father Time
  • Warrior Part 2
  • On The Double
  • Change
  • I Get High
  • Make A Move
  • Playboy 2
  • Stranger
  • Gilmore's
  • Unexplainable (feat. Styles P)
  • Work Magic
  • Born Alone, Die Alone
  • Hands Up (feat. 50 Cent)
  • Ain't No Click
  • Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - feat. Juelz Santana
  • HANDS UP/DIRTY
  • Start It Up - feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie, & Fabolous
  • When The Chips Are Down
  • So Forgetful (Feat. Ryan Leslie)
  • Celebrity (Feat. Akon)
  • Beamer, Benz Or Bentley
  • Take 'Em to War (feat. Tony Yayo)
  • Start It Up - Explicit Version
  • Help
  • Home Sweet Home (Feat. Pusha T)
  • One Night Stand
  • The Cake (Feat. 50 Cent)
  • Warrior Part 2 (feat. Eminem, 50 Cent & Nate Dogg)
  • Rotten Apple (Feat. 50 Cent & Prodigy)
  • Start It Up (feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie, & Fabolous)
  • Addicted (Feat. Musiq Soulchild)

Aw man, can I get a raw beat?
Y'all ready, y'all ready
For the main man
The Lloyd Banks

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 light switch

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 read your head, you be a Robin
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

Come here, 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

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 East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

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