Lloyd Banks (Born Christopher Charles Lloyd, on April 30, 1982) , is an Ame… Read Full Bio ↴Lloyd Banks (Born Christopher Charles Lloyd, on April 30, 1982) , is an American rapper and member of the rap group G-Unit. Raised in South Jamaica, Queens, he dropped out of high school in 1998. With G-Unit, he released two albums, Beg for Mercy in 2003 and T.O.S. (Terminate on Sight) in 2008. Banks released his first solo album The Hunger for More in 2004 with the top ten hit single "On Fire". He followed with Rotten Apple in 2006 and left Interscope Records 2009.

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".

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Lloyd Banks Lyrics

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[Chorus x2]
G'Z UP!, to every hood and every crew
You (you), supposed to have ya gun 'round you
N-I (and I), claim G-Unit till die
Got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll ain't fuckin with me

[Verse]
Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was good for ya sight

Must've never came across a rock this bright
I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove and
Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a nigga love
Yeah, I'm popular, but don't get it fucked up
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up
With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause there's some more Wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face
I'm a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me
I can't die, shit, I ain't even have my baby
Fuck its all gravy, if I go, I'm cool
Death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my eyes low
Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral
Ya'll know the kid got the game in a gyro
In other words, to choke, nigga, I'm no joke
How the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke
How the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and don't smoke
Out in L.A., I know a couple Damu's and Loc's
My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope
Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm pokin' her throat
Soon as she open her coat, bend her over and STROKE

[Chorus x2]

[Verse]
In the town I'm from, the tattle-tells don't rock like Pro-Keds
The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope heads
Glass on the ballcourt, you can't even cross-over
Without poppin the ball, I'm not gonna fall
One year from now I'm in the pop ??
Bulletproof glass blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
I'm on tour, pocket of raw, knockin ya whore (jea!)
You back home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs)
I'm gettin top dollar, these ain't freebies
Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's
If they ain't mine then I don't give a fuck about em
Shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his album
I learned patience 'cause it takes time
Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline
None of the Tec's jus wait around
'cause I got a roster, that'll bring a record label down
I'm a monster, I tear da whole track up
My closet bar'll break on me if I throw another throwback up
I'm flyin back to Miami, just to do a feature
'cause they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher
I'm far away from the leechers, they can't even reach us
I'm on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the beaches
Somebody hurlin up, everytime that I stunt
And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA

[Chorus x2]

Overall Meaning

In Lloyd Banks’s song G'z Up, the chorus reminds gangs to always have their guns around them. The rapper also declares his loyalty to the G-Unit crew and boasts about his popularity in the hip-hop world, referencing Michael Jackson’s glittery performance costumes. He also takes shots at fellow rappers who exude a fake persona of gangsterism and clarifies that he is an authentic soldier for G-Unit. Banks also reflects on the violence and danger that come with street life, acknowledging his own mortality but proclaiming his willingness to face death. Throughout the song, Banks uses witty wordplay and clever rhymes to showcase his lyrical prowess.

The song G'z Up is from Lloyd Banks's 2006 album Rotten Apple.
Lloyd Banks wrote the entire song and produced it along with Timbaland.
The song features a sample of Lil Kim's verse from Junior M.A.F.I.A.'s 1995 song "Get Money."
G'z Up was one of the most popular songs from Rotten Apple and ranks as one of Banks's most iconic tracks.
The music video for G'z Up features Banks and his crew sporting matching red jumpsuits in a warehouse.
In the song, Banks references Michael Jackson's famous glove and dance moves during his Bad tour.
The song includes a diss aimed at fellow rapper The Game, which caused tension between the two at the time of the song's release.
G'z Up features a sample from Kool & the Gang's "Who's Gonna Take the Weight."
The song was never released as a single but still enjoyed radio airplay and a devoted fan following.
G'z Up has been covered by several up-and-coming rappers who pay homage to Banks's lyrical style and flow.

Chords for G'z Up are not available as it is a rap song that relies on beats and spoken word rather than melodic notes on an instrument.

Line by Line Meaning

G'Z UP!, to every hood and every crew
This is a shout out to every gang and crew around, we are representing for them all

You (you), supposed to have ya gun 'round you
It's always good to have your weapon close to you since you never know when you'll need it

N-I (and I), claim G-Unit till die
I am loyal to G-Unit and will be until the day I die

Got it down to a T (tee), Ya'll ain't fuckin with me
I've got everything under control, nobody can mess with me

Whoever it was that said carrots (karots) was good for ya sight Must've never came across a rock this bright
People who say carrots are good for your sight have never seen the bright sparkle of my jewelry

I been hot since Mike first put on a glitter glove and Slipped backwards on the stage, so give a nigga love
I've been talented and successful for a long time, so I deserve recognition and appreciation

Yeah, I'm popular, but don't get it fucked up The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up
Even though I'm well-known and famous, my crew is still feared and respected in the streets

With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas We need to do a remix 'cause there's some more Wankstas
There are too many fake rappers trying to copy my style, we need to release a remix to separate the real from the fake

My street team strap Mag's on they waist Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face
My crew is always prepared for danger, they carry guns and wear bulletproof vests and masks to protect themselves

I'm a problem, Lord can you find a way to save me I can't die, shit, I ain't even have my baby
I know I'm troublesome but I'm hoping for a way to change, I can't die since I haven't even gotten to see my child yet

Fuck its all gravy, if I go, I'm cool Death comes for everybody, no acception to the rule
I'm not afraid of dying since everyone eventually dies, it's just a fact of life

I'm a G-Unit soldier, ridin with my eyes low Funny rims spinnin backwards in a spiral Ya'll know the kid got the game in a gyro
I'm a dedicated member of G-Unit and I'm always focused, even when my rims are spinning in a spiral. I'm always in control of the game, like a gyro

In other words, to choke, nigga, I'm no joke How the fuck you sell 4 million records and go broke
I'm not someone you want to mess with, I take things seriously. It's ridiculous that someone with so many sales can still go broke

How the fuck you take a trip to jamaica and don't smoke Out in L.A., I know a couple Damu's and Loc's
It's ridiculous to go to Jamaica and not smoke weed. In LA, I'm familiar with a few Bloods and Crips

My chain heavy, 'bout the weight of soap on a rope Leave ya girl around me to long, I'm pokin' her throat
My chain is really heavy, it's like wearing a bar of soap around my neck. And when I'm around other men's girlfriends, I'm likely to have sex with them

Soon as she open her coat, bend her over and STROKE
As soon as a girl takes off her coat, I'm going to have sex with her

In the town I'm from, the tattle-tells don't rock like Pro-Keds The lil niggas ride they mopeds round the dope heads
In my hometown, people who snitch aren't respected. The young kids ride their mopeds around the drug addicts

Glass on the ballcourt, you can't even cross-over Without poppin the ball, I'm not gonna fall
The basketball court is slippery and it's impossible to cross over without slipping. But I'm so coordinated that I won't fall

One year from now I'm in the pop ?? Bulletproof glass blockin ya boy, glock in the door (jea!)
I'm not sure where I'll be next year, but I know that I'll be safe with bulletproof glass blocking me and my gun at the door

You back home suckin' ya teeth, moppin the floor (laughs) I'm gettin top dollar, these ain't freebies
While you're back home doing a terrible job cleaning, I'm making a lot of money and not giving anything away for free

Been in the game a year and got 2 "Best Of Banks" Cd's If they ain't mine then I don't give a fuck about em
I've only been in the game for a year and I already have two "Best Of Banks" CDs. I only care about being successful if it benefits me personally

Shit, R. Kelly played with kids and niggas still bought his album I learned patience 'cause it takes time
Even though R. Kelly has been accused of inappropriate behavior with children, people still bought his music. I've learned to be patient and to take my time in this industry

Now my delivery is sicker than McGrady on the baseline None of the Tec's jus wait around
My rap style has improved and it's now better than McGrady's basketball skills on the baseline. My crew is always ready to act, we don't hesitate

'cause I got a roster, that'll bring a record label down I'm a monster, I tear da whole track up
I have a team who will do whatever it takes to take down a record label if they cross me. I'm a beast and I destroy everything in my path

My closet bar'll break on me if I throw another throwback up I'm flyin back to Miami, just to do a feature
My closet rod will break if I hang up another retro jersey. I'm going to Miami just to record a new song

'cause they throwin paper at me like a substitute teacher I'm far away from the leechers, they can't even reach us
People are paying me lots of money to be featured on their songs. I'm far away from the people who want to take advantage of me, they can't even reach me

I'm on the left coast gettin my dick sucked on the beaches Somebody hurlin up, everytime that I stunt
I'm on the West Coast enjoying myself with women on the beach. Every time I show off, someone gets jealous and throws up

And every other verse you hear is the rhyme of the month, YEA
Every other verse I spit is the best in the game

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