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".
What Goes Around
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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I dont know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
Get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
I'm hear talkin' to the street now
That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
G-unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
Becardi in a party, you sorry
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, Young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...
The song What Goes Around by Lloyd Banks is a rap song that deals with the theme of street credibility and gangster life in the hood. The artist portrays himself as a tough, gun-toting gangster who runs the streets with his crew G-Unit. The song talks about how in the streets, it is essential to have a gun and not give in to fear if one wants to be respected as a man. The artist advises people who are scared of conflict not to come outside, as being labeled a coward can lead to being disrespected.
Banks also takes shots at rival rapper Ja Rule, calling him out for putting a "fucking crackhead" on his single and for lacking street credibility. The artist also brags about his success and wealth, with lyrics like "I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste" and "I'm in a spaceship, neck full of gray shit." The hook of the song is a warning to those who would cross him: "What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around. I suggest you run when you see the pound or get laid the fuck out on the ground."
Overall, the song portrays a menacing and aggressive attitude that is characteristic of the gangster rap genre. It glorifies the violent and dangerous lifestyle of the gangs and highlights the importance of street credibility and toughness in the hood.
Line by Line Meaning
I dont know where you from but out here we ride
You better toughen up and have a gun if you want respect on the streets.
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
If you're not ready for a fight, don't even bother leaving your house.
Get your hands on a gun
You need to have a weapon to defend yourself.
Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
If you flee the scene, nobody will think of you as a man, so you better call 911.
I'm hear talkin' to the street now
I'm speaking to those who know and understand the harsh realities of life in the streets.
That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
If you keep acting like a tough guy, you're going to get hurt, so back away.
You still strugglin down to your last rock
You're still broke and struggling to make ends meet.
G-unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
The G-Unit is a force to be reckoned with, and Blackchild is their symbol of power.
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
You probably didn't expect to listen to me speak out about these issues.
I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
I belong in the hood, and that's where I represent myself.
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
You live in the hood because of your economic situation, not by choice.
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Your top-selling artist is getting robbed for his money and jewelry.
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
I may be mistaken, or Ashanti has thicker sideburns than me.
I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
I'm young, but I'm still in charge, and I have a dime piece with me.
Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
Holding my gun and drinking my lime drink.
Becardi in a party, you sorry
You're pathetic if you don't have Bacardi in a party.
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
I'm smoking weed in the safari and enjoying nature.
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
Smoking weed will get you so high that you'll end up leaning to the left, just like Bob Marley.
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
Charlie is not productive in the studio, so don't bother.
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
Charlie has a very pale, unattractive face.
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
If you want respect on the streets, you need it to earn it instead of blackmailing me.
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
Ja Rule, you have a low reputation, associating with a crackhead.
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
If you do something wrong, it's going to come back and bite you.
I suggest you run when you see the pound
When you see a gun, you better start running.
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
Otherwise, you'll end up lying on the ground in pain.
My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
My cousin is bringing back some drugs, which I have been eagerly waiting for all day.
On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
I got some new sneakers that have Jam Master Jay's image on them.
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
I have an attractive girlfriend that satisfies me sexually from top to bottom.
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
My girlfriend has a long tongue that gives me extra pleasure.
She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
My girlfriend buys me anything I want because I'm successful and rich.
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
I'm like Mark McGwire in 2003, still going strong until my retirement.
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
My neighborhood produces successful basketball players.
Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
Unfortunately, many of these players turn to drugs and lose their skills.
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I can get any girl I want and I'm the newest, hottest artist in the music industry.
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Girls give me oral sex every morning, just like brushing your teeth.
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
If you place a bet with DJ Envy, he will pull out his record crates and we can battle.
I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
I have enough lyrics to battle any rapper in two states.
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
I feel like I'm in a spaceship, and I'm rocking a lot of expensive jewelry.
Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
I'm wearing expensive jewelry on my wrist and don't expect anything less.
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
Respect and accept my success, and don't criticize me while you're stuck at home drawing in your sketchbook.
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is
If you mess with me, I will make sure you get hurt so badly that people will struggle to find the rest of your face.
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
I'm lazy, but I still manage to get girls to give me pleasure.
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
I'm always surrounded by drugs, just like Christmas presents.
Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
Don't be so happy and carefree, somebody might harm you.
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
You'll be so hurt that you'll hold your chest, as if you're singing the National Anthem.
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
You'll regret your reckless actions.
I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
I'll be living alone in a big house, while it's snowing in a luxurious area, the Hamptons.
Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Despite the haters, I'm going to have a longer, more successful career than LL Cool J.
Armed with a new K
I'm armed with a new type of gun, a K assault rifle.
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
I'm doing things in a new, unusual way. If I don't have sex with a girl on Monday, I'll do it on Tuesday.
My charm get it usually
I attract girls with my charm and charisma.
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
You've spent a lot of year in the rap game, while these other young, inexperienced rappers are struggling to make it.
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Start your career again from the bottom, like being featured on the back of a milk carton.
Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
You've been lied to and hyped up by somebody.
But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
Just because someone is wearing army fatigues, it doesn't mean they are a true soldier or warrior.
In my upbring we wore the same socks
In my childhood, we were so poor that we had to wear the same socks for several days.
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops
We were so poor that we had to keep buckets in the living room to catch the water from leaked roofs.
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, Young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
You better call 911 if you cross me, because I'm a member of the powerful G-Unit crew, led by Lloyd Banks.
I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back nigga...
I challenge you to say something against me, but be prepared for the consequences.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, ROBERT BRANDON SMITH, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, S. COLLINS, DERICK A. PROSPER
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@xxlaumic
"You laughing and dancing, til they stick you and have you holding your chest, like I'm singing the national anthem" 😂😂 I used to love that bar
@rockyhogan9382
This joint made me a Lloyd fan FOR REAL!!!
@robertblevins1815
One of the greats.. punchline king
@realitycheck1092
FACTS
@Mookaron
Real shit.
@ricojackson3021
On God Me 2 First Track I Ever Heard From Him
@bigturnup6523
Fr fr
@draesynesofficial
“Come on Ja you put a fucking crackhead on your single” Lmaoo he fuckin dissed Bobby brown
@waxmasterX666
"Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J " This aged well. Banks Still goes hard.
@gchijioke12
No it didn’t lol 😂😂😂. Still a hard song though