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".
Playboy
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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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 lightswitch
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
See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman
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 the Eastside
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
.. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!)
(Let's go)
I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa
Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me
You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight
for your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girl rushin
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family
All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks
Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close
Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Nigga!
Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
Everybody up front get yo' hands up
And everybody out back get yo' hands up
And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
... man fuck what he said man, put 'em up!
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!) Now put 'em up! (Put 'em up!)
... ohhh-OHH!
Lloyd Banks, what?
Oooooooooooooh!
In the song Playboy by Lloyd Banks, he begins by describing himself as the man of the winter season, coming straight out of the land of sinners. He talks about his luxury car with tan spinners and white mirrors, and how he hangs with winners while throwing shades at those he considers losers. Banks then goes on to talk about his image as a gangsta rapper, saying that even when the authorities come calling, he never flinches but rather holds his torch up high. In the second verse, he raps about how he is a symbol of hope for those who feel trapped in prison, but he keeps a glock on him all the time for his own safety. He also talks about how he can ignore his family and roam the beaches with his Puerto Rican girl while his haters whisper and gossip.
The chorus repeatedly reiterates the idea of confidence and bravado, how he has a lot of women to choose from, and that if you are not leaving with him, you had better walk home. He stresses how he can protect himself and his people against any perceived enemies, all the while keeping his "mouth closed" to keep the peace. Overall, the song seems to emphasize his self-reliance and his position as the leader of his crew.
Line by Line Meaning
Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
Lloyd Banks is introducing himself as the man who reigns in the land of sinners this winter.
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
The color of his car is tan with rotating rims, and its exterior mirrors are white.
Blow with the damn winners while you and your man's finished
He is partying with the winners as you and your friend are done partying.
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your lightswitch
It's better to turn off the lights and just go to sleep than to wear your Rams caps and challenge him.
Holdin my torch down, even when the force 'round
He remains strong in the middle of trouble, just like holding his torch down.
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
If you let your wife have too much freedom, she might want to leave you.
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
He is asserting his dominance over his opponents by making their skulls his canvas for his painting.
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me
No one can take away his respect from the riders and gangsters because they all love him.
You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
If you don't start any problems with him, then there won't be any problems.
See you later I'll red your head, you'll be a Rodman
If he ever sees anyone again who tries to challenge him, he'll beat them until their head is red, just like how Dennis Rodman played on the basketball court.
I know your type, hoppin all over beat screamin
He recognizes the type of person who jumps around while yelling over beats.
You call it hypin yourself up, I call it street dreamin
While some may call it self-hype, he views getting hyped up as street dreaming.
I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the gators
He does what he does for the haters, while the players who roll with alligators enjoy the benefits of his work.
They lookin forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
The people who look forward to things from him only end up gossiping about him.
You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
Those who weren't being quiet when they should've been met with an unfortunate fate.
You leak the precinct up, play tattletale with the snitches
If you leak information to the cops, expect to be punished.
Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
His mother is aware that he has women of all types as his lovers.
They wait outside of shows strict after the diner close
His lovers wait outside of the concerts he performs at, even after the diners have closed down.
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
He'll get all the designer clothes he wants even without the wine or roses.
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina vogues
He's wearing his baby blue fur coat and Carolina boots, and he's ready to take them off.
come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
He's inviting others to take a look at his closet as an entertainer.
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
He doesn't trust women and thinks that Lorena Bobbitt should be blamed for his distrust in women.
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
His enemies are frustrated because he's always playing in their territory.
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
He knows that not everything in life is going to be easy, and he's not the type of man who will back down.
Don't ice me, you starin at the wrong one
It's not good to stare at him, or you'll just be wasting your time.
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
Rather than staring at him, go and find a woman who's more mature.
We at the bar poppin bottles 'til they all gone
He and his friends are drinking very expensive bottles of alcohol at the bar, and won't stop until they're finished.
If you ain't leavin here with us, you can walk home
If you're not leaving the bar with him and his friends, you can walk home or find another way home.
Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you don't want to leave with him and his friends, someone else will be happy to leave and experience how he and his friends live.
If you a playboy, you got one on the Eastside
If you're a playboy, you have only one place to be, and that's on the Eastside.
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride
He doesn't want any trouble, so he'd rather you keep your mouth shut.
.. (what) right .. (what) right .. (what) right .. (right, damn!)
He's asserting his confidence to throw it down with anyone who challenges him.
I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
He does what he does for his community, including those who are locked up.
I smile cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
He's happy with who he is and doesn't need to act tough, unlike those who pretend to be for the sake of the camera.
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin with Santa
Even Lil' children like to tease and play with Santa, which makes him run from them.
Cause they like 2Pac more - word? Word to my grandma
Kids are choosing 2Pac over him now, and he has his grandma's word to support it.
I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
He's thinking about leaving with his gun out for safety reasons.
Cause they'll take to jail, even when you're not wrong
Even if you're not at fault, the police can still arrest you.
Dawg you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Others are not as flashy as he is and will have to compete with him in other ways.
Every rock is classy nobody on your block can match me
He is implying that his men's lavish expenses are beyond compare.
You shouldn't want a fight, unless you want to fight
If you're looking to start a fight, you'd better be prepared to fight.
for your life in the hospital a hundred nights
Fighting with him will result in your hospitalization for several nights.
I know your type, run behind your girl rushin
He is aware of the type of man who uses their girlfriend as a shield when things get rough.
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin
Some may call it 'quality time,' but Lloyd Banks sees it as handcuffing because you're always with your girlfriend.
I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin my family
He's on a beach in Miami and his family is out of reach for anyone who wants to get to him through them.
All weekend with panties from Puetro Rican Cammie
He's spending the whole weekend with underwear from Cammie, a Puerto Rican woman who is his lover.
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
No one was courageous enough to face his confrontation, but he still wishes he had some photos to commemorate the moment.
You wore your pants tight, played pitty-pat with the chicks
Someone was playing around with the chicks gracefully, and they were wearing tight pants.
Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
He is bragging about being knowledgeable about where his gun is, and saying that even his father knows about it.
I bring the beef to your front door like dominoes
He says that he can take his beef with people and bring them to their front door the same way as when you order Dominoes pizza.
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
He is talking about his iced out diamond jewelry as a metaphor of his success stopping time in his favor.
Me in the club from when it's poppin 'til the time it close
He is the type of man who will stay in the club from the beginning until the end, so you'll find him there the whole night.
Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
He thinks half of the people who call themselves real gangsters will probably start singing when they get into trouble.
Nah I ain't pullin over, learned that from Rodney King
He won't stop or surrender because he learned from Rodney King's mistakes.
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
He's telling someone to calm down and letting them know that he holds a gun.
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Everything is on the line in a fight, and you're not as good as a professional boxer like Evander Holyfield.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Christopher Lloyd, Denny Laine, Rondell Turner
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