So i Just Heard "Tia Told Me" & Banks "Officer Down" .Banks Has Ended Rick ross

[King Lion]

Banks eats this nugga up
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHwBiq87hxY

Id say banks has released the best diss track to ross ..then "tia told me"

its over for ricky ross


easy, man can't a motherf*cker round you see me

You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties

My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim

Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane

Strong as cocaine

Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games

I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same

Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man

Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned

Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical


The shades you wear been blindin' you

Everyone knows what I'ma do

Everyone knows I'm lava, fool

Bet he come more phenomenal

Deadly, ready for drama

Whoever want it can climb in too

Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw

W-why would you f-f*ck wit me, s-stupid move

C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised

You need support, a couple crews

Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable

Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline

Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you

Girl in you, b*tch in you, I will kick thru all of you

Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him

Leave him bleedin', we'll be even

Even thru coppin' and pleading

He be talkin' bout the weight he push

Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round

Now he got whatchu want for sale

See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it

If ya diamonds really real then put the
diamond tester on it

He don't want it

I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper

He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper

Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do

If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru

He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo

We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof

151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth

Come get me, I'm in the coupe

4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE

They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE

Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE

There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me

Entire families divided, d*ckin' ya hoe is my hobby

Ya sorry, probably the weakest sh*t to try me

I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy

Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home

Peace to him, f*ck-you

Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone

I'm too strong, you been warned

Quiet storm when I perform

When I get on, I'm like big, pac, hell reborn

Word to mama, word is bond

Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight

You superthug, I'm kryptonite

Sleep wit me, ya b*tch just might

Same promotion, different fight

Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white

Drive the cars that *****es like, this is like

Practice, pay ya taxes

'Fore you spit my name out backwards

A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers

R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-****em' ALL

Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up

G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look

Wont make much a difference, this is child's play

L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way

Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s

40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy

High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way

30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA

Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot

Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got

Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment

Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded

I'm on another planet, f*ck made him pick me to spar wit?

We 2 different n*ggas, that makes you a special target



In this market they let impersonators walk 'round

50 bodied you ,i just layed the chalk down

[ridgegeneral]

ya banks did body him there imo

[HarlemAL82]

Nah that sh1t was wack:rolleyes:

[hustlemania]

50 disses ti, ti on detox
50 disses wayne, wayne on detox
50 diss ross, ross bout to drop an album better than 50 featuring 50's enemies
i havn't seen a poster quote a single bar from these ill 50/banks songs
ya, 50 is winning :rolleyes:
:whistle:

[IGODT9E]

:whistle:Also, wasn't this beef with Rick Ross the apetizer, with Wayne being the main course?

[hustlemania]

Also, wasn't this beef with Rick Ross the apetizer, with Wayne being the main course?
also.. "I Get It In is doing great on the radio.."- 50 :smh:

im still waiting for these ill lyrics, from these scathing diss joints.. because like duke said- NO ONE has posted ANY lyrics from either joint yet..

[HarlemAL82]

:laugh: N1ggas is funny on sohh. N1gga got murked and n1ggas turn the other cheek.

[hustlemania]

:laugh: N1ggas is funny on sohh. N1gga got murked and n1ggas turn the other cheek.
50 disses ti, ti on detox
50 disses wayne, wayne on detox
50 diss ross, ross bout to drop an album better than 50 featuring 50's enemies
i havn't seen a poster quote a single bar from these ill 50/banks songs
ya, 50 is winning :rolleyes:
:whistle:

[IGODT9E]

:laugh: N1ggas is funny on sohh. N1gga got murked and n1ggas turn the other cheek.Yeah Ross lost this beef. But at the end of the day, Ross has an album with an actual release date, while 50 Cent is looking for his next excuse/venture so that he/Interscope can push his album back again. Y'all act like what 50 did was worse than what the Smoking Gun did.

[King Lion]

officer ricky needs to give it up

[Topsy Kretts]

"50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down."

[hustlemania]

officer ricky needs to give it up
where them lyrics, fam.. :dry:

[Roxx the King]

"50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down."

[hustlemania]

"50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down."
thats a "dope bar.." :blink:













:laugh::laugh::laugh::smh::smh:

[King Lion]

"50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down."

"ask me if i give a fu!ck ,fuc!k em all ,makaveli ,when im bomb i hit em up "

:yes::yes::yes:

[hustlemania]

"ask me if i give a fu!ck ,fuc!k em all ,makaveli ,when im bomb i hit em up "
:yes::yes::yes:
thats a "dope bar.." :blink:










:laugh::laugh::laugh::smh::smh:

[HarlemAL82]

Yeah Ross lost this beef. But at the end of the day, Ross has an album with an actual release date, while 50 Cent is looking for his next excuse/venture so that he/Interscope can push his album back again. Y'all act like what 50 did was worse than what the Smoking Gun did.

I feel you but the thread was about the Diss records not whether or not his album has a release date.

[King Lion]

easy, man can't a motherf*cker round you see me

You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties

My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim

Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane

Strong as cocaine

Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games

I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same

Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man

Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned

Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical


The shades you wear been blindin' you

Everyone knows what I'ma do

Everyone knows I'm lava, fool

Bet he come more phenomenal

Deadly, ready for drama

Whoever want it can climb in too

Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw

W-why would you f-f*ck wit me, s-stupid move

C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised

You need support, a couple crews

Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable

Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline

Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you

Girl in you, b*tch in you, I will kick thru all of you

Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him

Leave him bleedin', we'll be even

Even thru coppin' and pleading

He be talkin' bout the weight he push

Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round

Now he got whatchu want for sale

See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it

If ya diamonds really real then put the
diamond tester on it

He don't want it

I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper

He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper

Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do

If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru

He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo

We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof

151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth

Come get me, I'm in the coupe

4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE

They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE

Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE

There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me

Entire families divided, d*ckin' ya hoe is my hobby

Ya sorry, probably the weakest sh*t to try me

I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy

Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home

Peace to him, f*ck-you

Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone

I'm too strong, you been warned

Quiet storm when I perform

When I get on, I'm like big, pac, hell reborn

Word to mama, word is bond

Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight

You superthug, I'm kryptonite

Sleep wit me, ya b*tch just might

Same promotion, different fight

Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white

Drive the cars that *****es like, this is like

Practice, pay ya taxes

'Fore you spit my name out backwards

A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers

R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-****em' ALL

Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up

G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look

Wont make much a difference, this is child's play

L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way

Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s

40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy

High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way

30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA

Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot

Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got

Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment

Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded

I'm on another planet, f*ck made him pick me to spar wit?

We 2 different n*ggas, that makes you a special target



In this market they let impersonators walk 'round

50 bodies u , i just layed the chalk down

[King Lion]

how can people talk about album sales when 50 is involved lol **** aint fair

curtis album sold like 700k first week ,More than ricky ross album sold in months:headphone


and that is 50's worst first week numbers :D:weirdo:

his sales may have decreased but they still top numbers ...Bisd will sell more in 1 week than ricky willin a month ..ross fan base aint no where near 50's

hate it if u want ,but its true

[Topsy Kretts]

easy, man can't a motherf*cker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim
Victories my valentine, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine
Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man
Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal
Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw
W-why would you f-f*ck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a couple crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'll make you sleep uncomfortable
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, flatline
Doctor pumpin' you, the blind could see the punk in you
Girl in you, b*tch in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even
Even thru coppin' and pleading
He be talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamonds really real then put the
diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'll run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE
There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, d*ckin' ya hoe is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest sh*t to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, f*ck-you
Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm like big, pac, hell reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya b*tch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that *****es like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-****em' ALL
Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play
L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're like the NBA
Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot
Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got
Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangled, and left retarded
I'm on another planet, f*ck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different n*ggas, that makes you a special target
In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodies u , i just layed the chalk downProps, you beat me to it.

[Ivan Boesky]

If you don't think Banks murked that then re-evaluate.


Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers

I used to think Banks career was completely dead but he's gonna be around for a minute. At least as a ghost writer...

[IGODT9E]

I feel you but the thread was about the Diss records not whether or not his album has a release date.The thing is, is that when people mention this beef, they painted the picture as if 50 Cent ended Rick Ross' career which is an obvious exaggeration.

[IGODT9E]

how can people talk about album sales when 50 is involved lol **** aint fair
curtis album sold like 700k first week ,More than ricky ross album sold in months:headphone
and that is 50's worst first week numbers :D:weirdo:
his sales may have decreased but they still top numbers ...Bisd will sell more in 1 week than ricky willin a month ..ross fan base aint no where near 50's
hate it if u want ,but its true50's fanbase has shrunk with each album release.

[jerseycappo]

Why every Rick ross thread I read in there defending him hustlemania???

[raw_613]

banks murdered that only thing is the majority of those lines could be about just about anybody despite a couple bars here and there which doesnt take away from the song but it does make it not be a career endin diss rather a good lloyd banks song that contains some rick ross jabs in it

[hustlemania]

If you don't think Banks murked that then re-evaluate.
I used to think Banks career was completely dead but he's gonna be around for a minute. At least as a ghost writer...
Banks "career" has been reduced to putting out mixtapes...
and again, if thats a "hot bar.." to yall, thas just sad.. and, what "legends" Banks name mentioned with..? KRS? Cube? Pac? Nas? :dry:
look.. Crooked I>>>>>>>>>>>>>Banks.. and Crooked I dont even got a album yet.

banks murdered that only thing is the majority of those lines could be about just about anybody despite a couple bars here and there which doesnt take away from the song but it does make it not be a career endin diss rather a good lloyd banks song that contains some rick ross jabs in it
what he said..

[L.S.]

Hmmm...

G-Unit thread?
****ting on 50's rivals?
Bringing up sales talk?
Blind delusion?
Awful spelling?

Yep, all the signs are there: irish unit is back :dry:

[M Dubb]

banks murdered that only thing is the majority of those lines could be about just about anybody despite a couple bars here and there which doesnt take away from the song but it does make it not be a career endin diss rather a good lloyd banks song that contains some rick ross jabs in it



He went in...but i can't listen to that track often...his voice gets annoying to me midway thru the song. why this nicca sound like he out of breath all the time when he raps now. It wasn't that bad when he first came out.

[King Lion]

smh @ your name

[Windex Cleanerz]

thats a "dope bar.." :blink:
:laugh::laugh::laugh::smh::smh:


with that said post some "dope" rick ross lines since he's putting out the best tracks of this beef

go ahead i'll wait .. :dry:

[theman080]

Banks last 3 mixtapes>>Rause's last albums>>>The Massacre>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Curtis

Lets be real, when it comes to pure rap music Banks puts out far more quality **** than either of these two more prominent douche bags. His flow is top 5 out now, up there wit Crook, Royce, and Elzhi.

[dunkinHines]

the fact that Game thinks 50 won is as much evidence as you'll ever need to see that 50 thrashed Ross

[Art Barr]

also.. "I Get It In is doing great on the radio.."- 50 :smh:

im still waiting for these ill lyrics, from these scathing diss joints.. because like duke said- NO ONE has posted ANY lyrics from either joint yet..



c'mon homie,..this sh1t is like the long awaited spazz moments, similar to a next level tonight's the night redman remix moment on the mix...plus it is a diss song.

he murders that fool...i told you this whole joint is a quotable.

how are you fronting on this song, and banks even elevates what people said he couldn't do.

that is what an emcee does in a battle, homie....just goes next level and bodies you, unquestionably.

how you not seeing that, my n!gga.


art barr

[Windex Cleanerz]

................

[Art Barr]

the fact that Game thinks 50 won is as much evidence as you'll ever need to see that 50 thrashed Ross


truth.com



art barr

[Lawrence]

ye i mean i read the bars they nice. but i never heard a single line, and i heard the joint twice. banks is monotone, the sounds he groans out r awful which makes him ass in the music world
therefor ross>bow wow>banks

[HiphopDude420]

The Game talking]
What the **** is all this noise?
He from Cali he can't rap
He ain't better than this *****
That's my favorite artist
**** y'all hear the breakdown

[Verse 1: The Game]
No detox I'm comfortable dog
Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog
And it feel like I done it before
Sit in the throne pollutin the airwaves like a hummer exhaust
Don't let MACHIAVELLI fool you homey thuggin it costs
Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost
You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't **** with The Source
But I turn up my Eazy-E and let it bump in the Porsche
I mean turn up my B.I.G. and let it bump in the Porsche
Tell 'em to roll red carpet when he come to New York
Hip-hop police on me think they runnin New York
Till I lace my and1 show 'em how to run in New York
They tryin to take me downtown put me under the court
Cuz Joe Buddens told 'em I carry a gun in New York
And homey that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax
So he snitched just to get me back
No matter what you say dog your sh1t be whack
You better watch what you say it might get you clapped
Here's a little advice homey switch your raps
Cuz that sh1t on your last album ain't get you PLAQUES
What n1gga you need a gun? I'll get you that
P-89 n1gga let Dre stitch you back
But I don't even want your chain I'll let the Crips do that
12 bars for that b1tch he won't live through that
Even a n1gga with a ten-year bid knew that
Put a gun in his mouth yeah, yeah do that
He a ***** (sniff, sniff) his own kid knew that
I'm Ready To Die B.I.G knew that
He ain't eatin look at his white tee you could see his ribs through that
You cocksucker let your wiz do that
Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap
2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back
Leavin Jersey City naw ***** Hackensack
Where's that somewhere where the crackers at
Real far from where the roaches and rats is at
Come to Compton I'll show you where the ratchet's at
Down the street from the staples centers where they ****-a-shack
Give the advance money back I AIN'T have to rap
Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back
That's nine five a bird take half of that
Import it, export it in cracker jacks
When you get to the projects ask for Black
You know what you started with give him half of that
He gon give you 50 g's in a plastic sack
And I'm a give you 3500 cash for that
Gotta keep your mouth closed or I'm a blast the Mac
They won't believe you the whole world know that bastard rap
Once you outta the throne you can't have it back
Retirement home and ain't nothing after that
Except you layin in a casket black
Suit on you can't go to heaven with timberland boots on
Subliminals I'm talkin to you Shawn
I'm talkin to that heartless mouse with no jewels on
Who the **** put you on
****** ass ***** let men toss his salad like croutons
I **** with Fab get my DJ Clue on
Sit inside Hot 97 with no tools on
And it don't matter IF it's Sway or KaySlay
Angie Martinez I'll take 'em back to k-day
They act like they forgot about Dre-day
I don't rap for Free that's why they fired AJ
It's me leaking through your stereo
Envy me AS AN emcee prepare for your burial
I kill *****z without lettin the Desert blow
Razor tongue and I'm far from Haitian son
All black like the range rover wheels
*****z whisper around The Game like The Game won't kill
Let me show you the scars take you back to the car
Rewind time march 3, 1994
I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's
When Nas hit the scene I was still rockin knee-highs
Runnin with my brother FASE he was seventeen
Two guns in the upper waist so we hit the block
Saw *****z from a rival gang bumpin Dre
Ran up on the '64 and that's all she wrote
First murder and I did that without a mask
Fast-forward see Game gettin out a Jag
Two piece suit on he still got his rag
Gangbangin forever he still got his swag
Let me catch you in Los Angeles without a pass
Everybody in New York know that you a ***
Come out the closet show the world how to use a pad
Speakin death on my red bandana
Naw he couldn't have said that so I raised my antennas
Look at my Nextel got a call from Santana
That ***** a ***** we just saw him in Atlanta
So I hopped on the first thing smokin to Atlanta
Pulled up at 112 ran up on that black phantom
Security hopped out no Joe in here
Just Outkast gettin ready for a show in here
So I uncocked the .44 hopped in the cherry 'lo-lo
Chrome grill with the G-Unit logo
We watched Hov go now the world waitin for my solo
I'm the math Stat Quo know
I ain't gotta explain even Bo know
Have of these rap *****z is faker than rolls gold
Get hit in the face with the back of the .44
And pissed on tryin to play The Game with a broke nose
My ***** harder than you yeah Vita loco
I haven't sold one record got rap in a chokehold
I'm Dre certified like the leader of the band
Run up you sure to die I'll leave you where you stand
Smurf-ette runnin around New York like he the man
But he peed in his pants
When he saw us at Summer Jam
Lucky I wasn't there I had to bury my man
Or I would've terrorized New York like the Son Of Sam
What you mean terrorize New York?
I mean expose these ***** ass *****z like I'm Too Short
Somebody tell Domination I'll leave 'em in parts
leg in Jersey, arm in Brooklyn, head buried in Central Park
He can't walk through New York no more like john STARKS
Gotta call cuz i'mma break his ankles like Hot-Sauce
Ask *****z from your hood I'm thorough IN 5 boroughs
Sit on any stoop pelle, timbs, in the thermal
Wait till Alpo come home
Like AZ from Harlem Dre gon pay me regardless
Cuz he know Jay-Z departed
And these other rap labels know don't feed they artists
Talkin blueprint **** you got three garages
Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter
Showin off your little chain like these is flawless
Send him 50 cent a day I can see he starvin
I got R&B *****es givin me ménage's
Deep massages I could hear Eazy talkin
Tellin me to have a seat in Tamika's office
Buy Ruthless and get Lil' E involved in
Promote without that magazine in Boston
Take a couple mil make Beans a offer
Give him money we don't see that often
But it was all a dream like I seen Memph Bleek in Marcy
I ain't say you won't see Bleek in Marcy
I said my said he won't see Bleek in Marcy
I'm from Compton where *****z used to bleed for BARKLEY'S
Drive lo-lo's and we ain't need keys to start 'em
Just a little information for your summer vacation
Bring your chain cuz every ***** in L.A. waitin
Mad cuz Detroit beat the **** out the Lakers
And they'll kill you cuz THEY can't find Gary Payton
Meanwhile the throne vacant and Da Band ain't makin it
*****z got beef with G-Unit but ain't sayin ****
Quiet as a church on Tuesdays
*****z say they hate my music but my alerts ON THEY TWO ways
***** I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis
Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic
With or without traffic I pull my **** out and blast it
I'm blind to the masses like Stevie wonder without glasses
I'm a savage spit murder like a .38 Magnum
16 bars'll bag him let the hook toe tag 'em
Murder any MC throw 'em in that white wagon
Let him die and come back look at 'em he white flaggin
Spreadin rumors like when I see Game I might jack 'em
I'm tellin the world he reach for my chain I might clap 'em
Cuz *****z shot me in 2001
Took one in the heart cuz I was too proud to run
The clip was empty when the police found my gun
So I don't bring that gangbangin **** around my son
***** 50 took 9 he know how it feel
And I found out Buck got shot up in CaShville
And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit
And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit
Backstage at a D-12 concert
A fan asked me how it feel to be walkin in Snoop's converse
*****z show me love when they see me in the streets
But they frown when I don't wanna hear none of they beats
***** this **** crazy
Em said some **** when was 16 now they tryin to RUIN Slim Shady
I forgive him I got problems of my own
How you think the streets gon' act know that Suge home
These *****z is birds I can see the feathers on 'em
If Doc give me the word I put this Beretta on EM
When the beef is on my piece is on
Them white sheets is on 'em Doc breathin on 'em
And I got an extra clip in my Reeboks
Cuz I'm in and out my socks every time I see cops
Game got the streets locked call 9-1-1
Get the whole ****in LAPD shot
*****z snitchin to the street cops
Get your nephews and your niece shot
With my heat cocked in the beach stop
***** witta attitude like I heard Dr. Dre doin Detox
*****z fightin for the throne that ain't ****
Tryin to measure the fallin legends but the shoe won't fit
*****z might think I'm ridin ****
Cuz I'M AT the cemetery puttin creases in my G-Unit's
Tryin to talk TO Jesus Christ into lettin me dig 'em up
So they could stand side by side again and live it up
This might be the last time you hear me biggin 'em up
With suicidal thoughts bangin me and my ***** in the truck
My conscience tellin me if I put the clip in the buck
It might be loud enough to wake B.I.G and them up
What if that was P. Diddy sittin in the truck
And 2Pac was in jail the day HE RECORDED hit him up
I wouldn't be outside 40/40 bumpin 'Jigga What'
Wouldn't be SIGNED to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck
They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck
I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a pimp cup

[The Game talking]
Snoop Dogg got the crown *****
What the **** y'all mad at me for
I ain't sold one ****in record
I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family *****
I ain't no threat
I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
You gotta be out your mother****in mind
Ask KaySlay, ask Clue, ask Whoo Kid, ask Funk Flex
I'll murder anyone of you mother****ers
G-G-G-G-Unit
Ah!

[King Lion]

BANKS >>>>>RICK ROSS

[trizz5408]

Phuck Banks

[wild100sboy]

"50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down."

[Terrorist Fist Jab]

Banks is a sidekick, no one takes him seriously.

[MattPenis315]

banks is dope as f-ck.

[Rockyrulz7]

banks killed ross plain and simple

[King Lion]

ya banks did body him there imo

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