Banks was born in New Carrollton, Maryland and raised in Queens, New York. His mother named Rosa LLoyd of Puerto Rican descent and has a Haitian-American father. His father spent most of Lloyd's childhood in prison, leaving his mother to raise him and his two siblings. Lloyd attended August Martin High School but dropped out at age 16. For his stage name, he took his great, great-grandfather's name Banks, which was passed on by his uncles who also shared it.
G-Unit was founded when childhood friends Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent, and Tony Yayo decided to make a group with each other. They met Young Buck when UTP group came to New York and 50 Cent heard Young Buck rapping. After 50 Cent signed his contract with Aftermath Entertainment they took Young Buck in the group and signed him. Tony Yayo, being an older and more experienced rapper, joined 50 Cent on the Nas Promo Tour, the Cash Money Tour and the Ruff Ryders Tour. As Banks remained at home waiting for 50 and Yayo to return, he started rappin around the neighborhood to further increase his buzz on the streets. He then hooked up with neighborhood producers and made tracks for local mixtapes. Lloyd Banks has a renowned reputation on the mixtape scene. While Banks was making Mixtapes,50 Cent was soon granted his own record label by Dr. Dre and released the album Get Rich or Die Tryin'; Lloyd Banks was featured on the song "Don't Push Me", and the remixed version of "P.I.M.P". Soon after the group had established their own record label, G-Unit Records, G-Unit released their first official group album Beg for Mercy in November 2003, which went on to be certified double platinum.
During August 2005, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, and their entourage were traveling in a van, when the vehicle was pulled over after passing through a red light in midtown Manhattan. Officers said they discovered a loaded handgun and another weapon in the van. Prosecutors asked a judge to dismiss the charges after an investigation determined that neither Lloyd Banks nor Young Buck was in possession of the weapons. Felony gun charges against Lloyd Banks and Young Buck were dropped on November 8, 2006.
In the early morning hours of January 9, 2010, in a Kitchener, Ontario hotel, an alleged altercation took place between Banks and a concert promoter over performance fees. Banks, and three of his associates, were later charged with forcible confinement, aggravated assault and robbery, and released on $50,000 bail.
In late January 2010, it was announced that Banks would release a new song, "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley" featuring Juelz Santana, from his upcoming third studio album. "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley" charted at #49 on the Billboard Hot 100. Lloyd Banks release info via his twitter announcing that the title for his third album has tentatively been called The Hunger for More 2' and will attempt to take him back to his best work. However, the G-Unit label later stated that the title is not set in concrete and still may be altered. The title of the album was confirmed by 50 Cent as H.F.M. 2 (The Hunger for More 2) in a interview with MTV News. According to Banks, Interscope is trying to get him back due to the success of the single "Beamer, Benz, or Bentley".
Bully
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on... [scratches]
[Verse: ~DJ Whoo Kid~]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em! (BRING IT BACk!)
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em!
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'em! (yeah!)
You fall on morning - before it start stormin'
Ain't really no competition - I rip apart all 'em! (all 'em)
Go call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin')
Midnight, midday, mornin'! {GOD-... } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G's (yeeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC's, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay' jus' copped - now that's triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PO can't rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [? ] knees
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sneed!
You know you can't get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe (uh!)
Please don't ask me how I'm livin' when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin' Franklyn's
I land where it's ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus' waitin' (word!)
Cookin' up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin'! (you nerves!)
Listen! - Cause I ain't got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin' black man; bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
Fuck my enemies! (yeah!) - I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like "Amistad"! (YEEEAH!)
Shit-talkin' cause I'm out my car
Leak and the drama [? ] sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! - These old niggaz entrees!
You thinkin'? - Cause I been drinkin' like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain't nuttin' changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new [? ] they lucky if I do 'em twice,
About to catch my flight to Nice! - Cause I'm nice! (YEEAH!)
Dime after dime I'm the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin' over the damn chair! (uh!) - Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give 'um wide walls and damp hair
There's no falacio in the Lamb', yeah, let's camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I'm kinda rocky
I'm dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi! (on?)
First by the Rolls! - Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty rats on that - cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon' turn your back on your back bone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin' on Pat-rone! - There's no chillin' me! (chillin' me!)
My lifestyle's fast dome! - Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!)
The pussy only really yours on her period!
Period! - Long move, check big boy
Mansion, man don't tell me there's a sextape, Lloyd; (uh, uh!)
BANK$! - Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I'm shttin'! - You gon' need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy'll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
"Mary Jane" life her! - The only chick that gets it from me
I'm on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I'm hearin' all the comparin' and the shit is funny (pfff!)
We're not the same I'm different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin' his ass off, I grip the glass jaws;
My flow "Predator" with the mask off!
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I'm back forth!
One man attack force
The knife wonder eight other planets, that's [? ] - You want bash, boss?
Headed on a crash course! - My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! - You're all mice!
On [? ] wouldn't fall off the floordrop
[? ] more hot! - And everything that your not!
Warlock! - Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It's all lies he's gonna call the cops!
You ain't a MC, you a fat bitch; I get you Swiss cheese for Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin' one-knees and backflips! - All over rap shit!
And the whole crew at the same time
I'm [? ] it's game time! - And I ain't even in my prime!
My waistlines' a grey Nine; that'll make your ass
Run like a grey dame! - Chasin' dollar bills,
Don't chase fame! - These niggaz really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn't so many I'd name names, but "Gay-ame"!
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain't grow up like most kids! - Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs!
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game's full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
We bring the guns out when they go club!
Bottles and Bud! - Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dicked out with a thug!
Dick down on the rug, I skip town with a love!
Blind who? - Take these big diamonds and blood!
[Outro:]
Yeah...
I've returned!
The PLK!
Uh!
V5 on the way...
Any day!
I hear you stupid niggaz still talkin', man...
I'm vexed!
Uh!
Yeah! {Beat Fades Out}
[Outro:]
Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
ANOTHER CLASSIC! {Beat Stops}
CAN'T FORGET...
"THISIS50.COM"!
The verses of Lloyd Banks's song Bully showcase his lyrical prowess, with intricate wordplay and clever rhymes throughout. He boasts about his dominance in the rap game, calling out those who consider themselves the best and claiming that he effortlessly outshines them. Banks uses imagery, metaphor, and pop culture references to create a vivid picture of his life, from smoking weed all morning to having his pick of women. He also addresses the darker side of his upbringing, including pain, violence, and loss, and how those experiences have shaped him and set him apart from others in the industry.
Line by Line Meaning
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em (uh!)
Starting the day off smoking weed, then realizing something (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on... [scratches]
People who claim to be the best get shown up by me, I'm that good [scratches]
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
I'm explosive like gasoline, and I'll destroy anyone who challenges me [uh!]
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these... {Scratches} (LET'S GO!)
People will continue to irritate me until I show them my power [scratches]
You fall on morning - before it start stormin'
If you mess with me, you'll get destroyed before you even have a chance to fight back
Ain't really no competition - I rip apart all 'em! (all 'em)
No one can compete with me, I destroy all of my opponents (all of them)
Go call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin')
Go ahead and call out anyone to challenge me, but I'll beat them so easily it'll get boring (boring)
Midnight, midday, mornin'! {GOD-... } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
I'm ready to fight anyone, anytime, anywhere (God...[gunshot]...Damn!)
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G's (yeeah!)
This song is for everyone, and I make success look easy (yeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC's, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
I dominate other rappers, making much more money than them (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay' jus' copped - now that's triple beams! (YEAH!)
Myself, 50 Cent, and Kanye West just bought something expensive together (yeah!)
My PO can't rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
My parole officer can't stop me, and I'll break anyone who tries to challenge me (knees)
Headed on a crash course! - My hearts ice!
I'm on my way to an explosive confrontation, and my heart is cold and emotionless
Future brighter than my last thoughts! - You're all mice!
My future is bright and full of potential, while those who oppose me are small and weak (like mice)
On [? ] wouldn't fall off the floordrop
Even if I'm on the edge of a building, I won't fall off
The game's full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
The rap industry is corrupt, with no fair referees and no love from the fans
Blind who? - Take these big diamonds and blood!
Who can't see how successful I am? Take a look at these big diamonds and my success (and blood from my enemies!)
Contributed by Jordan J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
LeBomb James
[Lloyd Banks]
Weed all morning! And then it dawned on ‘em;
The niggas that call him “the best,” I moonwalk on ‘em
Don't add gasoline, I’ll put the torch on ‘em!
They gon’ keep wavin’ the bull until these horns on ‘em!
You fall on morning – before it start stormin’
Ain’t really no competition – I rip apart all ‘em!
Go call ‘em! – I serve niggas till they get borin’
Midnight, midday, mornin’!
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G’s
I wipe the floor with MC’s, stack triple cheese!
Me, Fif and Yay’ jus’ copped – now that’s triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PLK ring hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get to lick on these
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sleeve!
You know you can’t get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe
Please don’t ask me how I’m livin’ when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin’ Franklins
I land where it’s ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus’ waitin’ (word!)
Cookin’ up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin’! (you nerves!)
Listen! – Cause I ain’t got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin’ black man, bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
F-uck my enemies! (yeah!) – I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, tie niggas up like Amistad
Shit-talkin’ cause I'm armored car'd
Leap and the drama frog, sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! – These old niggas entrees!
You thinkin’? – Cause I been drinkin’ like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain’t nuttin’ changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new Lou’s they lucky if I do ‘em twice
About to catch my flight to Nice! – Cause I’m nice!
Dime after dime I’m the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin’ over the damn chair! (uh!) – Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give ‘um wide walls and damp hair
Slow fellatio in the lamb’, yeah, let’s camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I’m kinda rocky
I’m dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi!
Furs by the row! – Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty racks on that – cream Maserati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon’ turn your back on your back bone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin’ on Pat-rone! – There’s no chillin’ me!
My lifestyle’s fast dome! – Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!) The pussy only really yours on her period Period! – wrong move, check mate boy Mansion, man don’t tell me there’s a sextape, Lloyd (uh, uh!)
BANKS! – Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I’m sh-ttin’! – I'm gon’ need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy’ll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
“Mary Jane” life her! – The only chick that gets it from me
I’m on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I’m hearin’ all the comparin’ and the shit is funny (pfff!)
We’re not the same I’m different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin’ his ass off, a brick to glass jaws;
My flow “Predator” with the mask off! Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I’m back forth!
One man attack force
The 9th wonder, eight other planets past ross
You wore a badge boss
Headed on a crash course! – My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! – You’re all mice!
On air wouldn’t fall off the floordrop
I melt mic's, I'm shit out the mall hot! And everything that you're not!
Warlock! – Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It’s all lies he’s gonna call the cops!
You ain’t a MC, you a fat bitch; I get you Swiss cheese for Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin’ one-knees and backflips! – All over rap shit!
End a whole crew at the same time
I'm calm, alley-oop when it’s game time! – And I ain’t even in my prime!
My waistlines’ a grey Nine; that’ll make your ass
Run like a great dane! – Chasin’ dollar bills
Don’t chase fame! These niggas really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn’t so many I’d name names, but “brigade aim”!
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain’t grow up like most kids
Pains, bulletholes and broke ribs
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game’s full of fouls and no refs
Complaints from the crowds and no love
We bring the guns out when they go club!
Bottles and Bud! – Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dipped out with a thug!
Dicked down on the rug, I skipped town with her love
Blind who? – Take these big diamonds and blood!
[End]
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R.I.P. RICK ROSS this is how you know hip hop is dead. A real MC killed him if this was the 90's ross career would be over and banks would have been acknowledged appropriately. Banks is a true lyricist one of a kind last of a dying breed...
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HIS NAME IS THE FAKE RIC ROSS OFFICER WILLIAM ROBERTS THA FRAUD
Lindsy Koch
That whole situation is why I dont follow rap any more
willievision
Still baffels me how he survied both diss tracks from banks with no responses rap been dead
Professor Coon
This didn’t age well lol
jspears19
Still give me goosebumps everytime I listen
Hydroblitz
Yah just makes the vibe feel like something outta thriller movie XD
Frankin Giropippi
Absolute banger been rockin w this for what 10-15 years now shit still SLAPS EVERY TIME. PLK
Lindokuhle Shange
Came back in 2019 just to say this shit right here a classic. I'll be back in a few years to remind you again🔥🔥🔥🔥