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".
Food
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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I give a fuck about your Instagram
I give a fuck about your Twitter
Don't follow me, you see me in the street, nigga
I'm a giant, noisy foosteps can't sneak with ya
Been runnin' shit, next move is a fleet flicker
Still makin' 'em sick like sweet liquor
Book full of told you's in my MVP picture
I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly
Gorilla papers keep the car smelly
Thinkin' I won't line you up, dead wrong on the contrary
Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckles strapped Ferrogam'
Scrollin' like a six man, quarter pound a Marathon
I'm waitin' the day when all of my bad habits gone
Money, power, respect, all the above added on
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? (Nothin')
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas'll be food, 'nother dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
Me and Blue again (what up?)
Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I'm a CEO but move like a hooligan
If I'm in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in
Stick it in car oil, baby oil, and lubricant
Known to set trip, you only trippin', you Uberin'
Went Godspeed for the time that I'm maneuverin'
Yeah, I'm at it like black lives
Baptized in the black five on nine-five with a crack pie
Lloyd, we think of Floyd Mayweather and George
You don't smoke out the sunroof, talk to the Lord
Thank God for the stash box in the Accord (thank God)
All the old school drug dealers rockin' Valor
Arm leg or leg or arm head intake these
That's the act, I sold crack just to bread
And I stuff niggas too, and I cut niggas too
They be like, "Fuck Ghost," but I be like, "Fuck niggas" too, what?
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? (Nothin')
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas'll be food, 'nother dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
Bet they hit their boyfriends with the okey-doke
Prepare for the hoe-down, this ain't her first rodeo
Watch me break this shit down like polio
The fuckin' world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don't
From South Jamaica to San Antonio
Seven days of targeted paper rainin' colonial
Killin' for years, my ceremony's due
I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you
If I should jump out the window, it's necessary
You got somethin' to say to me, tell my secretary
Request an order for June, see you in February
Thirty'll get you a V, just have the edit ready
I been legendary, this is my second tour
Fuck the company, what's a buildin' to a wreckin' ball?
Bunch of bitch ass niggas that need an epidural
Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls
The fuck can niggas tell me, dog? (Nothin')
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
Niggas'll be food, 'nother dinner function
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
In the lyrics to Lloyd Banks's song "Food," he starts off by indicating that his focus is not on being liked by people or being a social media sensation. He goes on to talk about his stature as a giant in the industry and how he runs things. Banks says that 90% of his songs are gloomy and that he raps bars that are heavy with meaning. He also talks about his love for smoking Gorilla papers, which keep his car smelling in a particular way that he likes.
He touches on his bad habits, including drugs, saying that he looks forward to a day when these habits will be gone. In the second verse, he talks about himself and his team being a force to reckon with. He mentions the blue steel weapon that he carries and how he moves like a hooligan. Lloyd Banks talks about setting traps for his enemies and how he has gone through different phases of life, including selling drugs to make ends meet.
In the final verse, Banks reflects on his journey in the music industry and how he has built his legacy. He talks about his enemies being jealous of him and trying to replicate his style. Banks concludes by issuing a warning to anyone looking for trouble, saying that they might get into something.
Line by Line Meaning
Bein' liked was never in my list of plans
I never cared about being popular
I give a fuck about your Instagram
I don't care about your social media
I give a fuck about your Twitter
I don't care about your tweets
Don't follow me, you see me in the street, nigga
Don't follow me online, if you see me in person, say something
I'm a giant, noisy foosteps can't sneak with ya
I'm too big to be sneaky, you'll always hear me coming
Been runnin' shit, next move is a fleet flicker
I've been in control, my next move will be a big one
Still makin' 'em sick like sweet liquor
My music is still making people feel a certain way
Book full of told you's in my MVP picture
My success is no surprise, I always knew I'd make it
Ninety percent of my songs gloomy, I'm bar heavy
Most of my music is dark and heavy on lyrics
I brought them bitches out a dark room like R. Kelly
I helped bring people out of a bad place like R. Kelly did with his music
Gorilla papers keep the car smelly
I roll my weed with strong blunts that make my car smell like a jungle
Thinkin' I won't line you up, dead wrong on the contrary
If you think you're safe, think again
Diamonds on my pimp hand, my buckles strapped Ferrogam'
I have expensive jewelry and accessories
Scrollin' like a six man, quarter pound a Marathon
I'm smoking a lot of weed and scrolling through my phone
I'm waitin' the day when all of my bad habits gone
I'm hoping to get rid of my negative vices one day
Money, power, respect, all the above added on
I have everything I need to succeed
You walk around frontin', prolly gon' get into somethin'
If you're acting tough, you'll probably get in trouble
Niggas'll be food, 'nother dinner function
Other guys will become my prey
Better keep your cool, or pretend, or somethin'
You should either stay calm or act like you're calm
Blue steel in the foreign, yeah, I'm a CEO but move like a hooligan
I have a gun and act like a boss, but still have a rough edge
If I'm in the club, then the owner gon' let the shooter in
I can bring my gun into the club and nobody will stop me
Watch me break this shit down like polio
I'll explain things so well that even those with disabilities can understand
The fuckin' world can turn on a nigga long as the homies don't
I'll always have my friends to rely on
From South Jamaica to San Antonio
I'm known from NYC to Texas
Seven days of targeted paper rainin' colonial
I've been making money for seven consecutive days
I feel disrespected when niggas tell me my clone is you
I take offense to people saying someone else is like me
If I should jump out the window, it's necessary
I'm willing to take risks if it's worth it
Request an order for June, see you in February
I'll see you in six months
I been legendary, this is my second tour
I've been successful for a long time, this is not my first rodeo
Fuck the company, what's a buildin' to a wreckin' ball?
I'm not afraid to tear things down if it's necessary
Bunch of bitch ass niggas that need an epidural
I'm surrounded by weak people who can't handle a challenge
Take the Cuban links off, get 'em a neck of pearls
I don't care about expensive jewelry, give them something more basic instead
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Christopher Lloyd, David Styles
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
NegroDamus
The Styles Banks combo never disappoints
0210ronin
It's like eggs and grits....
Christopher Gonzalez
Bro you stated 100% big facts
Eazy J92
@NegroDamus lol chill got nothing to do with banks.
xKAITA
ITS DA GHOST!
NegroDamus
@Mookdontcare forreal Free Max B. So wavy
Candice Byrdy
Thank you Banks for keeping this Styles P duo a tradition, this was 1 of my wishes back in the mixtape beefing days. Even though it's way overdue nothing but Respect and Appreciation for you and Styles P, please don't leave us again!!!
Gang Green Prod
Could we all gather in this comment section to tell BANKS we need Videos off this album...
D&G
@TakeTheBluePill NotTheRedPill there must be a lot of confusion here. Your referring to Lloyd Banks.
D&G
He will do it for 100 million