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".
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".
Where I'm From
Lloyd Banks Lyrics
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(Can't forget, Roger) how real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret, or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)
Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now, the official
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this?)
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this? Yeah)
He will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in Chinatown (yeah)
At your local bodega, it doesn't matter
He is DJ Whoo Kid
How real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (what?)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Whoo Kid)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (woo)
America, welcome to the land where they kill (uh-huh)
America, welcome to the land where they steal (yeah, damn)
Where niggas'll call ya' bluff 'til you let 'em know shit is real
And material shit, I'll make bitches head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)
Where the girls lose their virginity in elementary school (oh, Whoo Kid)
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim (yeah, yeah)
Where niggas are ghetto, fabulous pullin' them nice whips (James Cruz)
Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks, whoa
America, welcome to the land where they frame you (frame you)
America, welcome to the land where they hang you
Where it doesn't pay to live without sin, don't be a angel (uh-uh)
In a regular day just chillin' a bullet can rearrange you (non-stop)
Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance to (uh-huh)
The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you
I'm from Southside, Jamaica where convicts and stars are born (that's right)
Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new car's gone
Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin' and smokin' crack
Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and there's no way to get 'em back (uh-huh)
Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya' stack
It's kinda hard to keep ya' cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)
New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When the wolves are comes (yo Banks, lemme-lemme shine)
I got Timberwolves in Minnesota
And got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda
Homie, I cross over with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly (woo)
In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland, start bleedin' (damn)
And now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo, I'm rollin' Phillies up with the 76ers (come on)
And got my Heat up in Miami on the beach with my niggas
And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' (woo)
'Cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkin'
Stash the gun now I'm in Phoenix sun (damn)
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior that stay on the run
I'm in the truck, countin' up Milwakee Bucks
And I stay with the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bull-shit
You know semi-automatic I stay with a full clip
With them Houston Rockets, baby 9 in my pocket
Hypnotic and bomb chronic, bang you with the Sonics (Shadyville)
I'm that nigga that'll Los Angeles clip you
Slow your pace in Indiana when you countin' them figures (woo)
Yo, I'm out in New Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker bubble, Celtic Birds
Disappear like Magic Dallas, Mavericks in the Gat
And I'll Detroit piss on you while you lyin' on your back (Whoo Kid)
Strip shorty out her bra, you know I get ass
'Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah Jazz
Toronto Raptors style, Yay' is a vet'
I move like a Net, so cut that check, nigga (yeah)
It's the play-offs, nigga
(Y'all mean) y'all niggas ain't think I could rap like that, huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Heffner, nigga
It's the Talk Of New York, matter fact
I'll change my shit to "Top Of New York", nigga
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June (woo)
Y'all niggas can't rap, y'all ain't got no money
Broke-ass niggas
It's the real Top Of New York
Niggas tryna bite my name and shit while I'm gone
Top Of New York, nigga, I'm changin' my shit
Aka twelve .12's, fifty-eight .58's, nigga
Ha, I did that just 'cause the play-offs is right now
You bum-ass niggas
Curtis Interscope Jackson, nigga
He shootin' a million, a sixty million
Matter of fact, a hundred million dolla' movie right now, ha
My man Buck, G-Unit South, Buck Marley
Sha Millions, nigga
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo, Olivia, it don't stop
We got video games, movies, liquor deals
And y'all niggas is mad, huh?
You bum-ass niggas, I hear these bum-ass niggas rhymin' on freestyles
Y'all niggas is fuckin' trash
I just did that to show y'all niggas how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint follow, I follow 50's blueprint, nigga
Yeah, I'm poppin' shit, nigga
'Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin' album, pussy
Fuck, and niggas better
And my date is June 27th, if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
'Cause my shit is straight crack, nigga
I might call myself Tony Crack
No, no Tony Dope
Nah, Tony Yayo, nigga
Yeah, G-Unit
Better ask somebody, nigga
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (brave)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
The enemies get what they deserve (yeah), innocents get the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (Shadyville)
Ayo, you're listening to DJ Whoo Kid right now, the official
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this?)
The biggest bootlegger on the planet (how real is this? Yeah)
He will bootleg anything and everything
If you have a couch at home, he will bootleg it (how real is this?)
(How real is this?)
It will be sold in Chinatown (yeah)
At your local bodega, it doesn't matter
He is DJ Whoo Kid
How real is this?
How real is this?
G-unit radio (yeah)
America, welcome to the land of the brave (what?)
America, welcome to the land of the slave (yeah)
Where they do anything for money, the consequences is the cage (uh-huh)
Follow the path of a dummy, hop a fence into they grave (woo)
You could either live to regret or benefit from your ways (uh-huh)
The enemies get what they deserve, innocents get the strays
Everything ain't all grav,y baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh, Whoo Kid)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes to ammunition there's thirty .30s and 'K's
And them Trays hold me down like that du-rag that's on ya' waves, bro (woo)
America, welcome to the land where they kill (uh-huh)
America, welcome to the land where they steal (yeah, damn)
Where niggas'll call ya' bluff 'til you let 'em know shit is real
And material shit, I'll make bitches head over heels
Where drama appeals to most of the kids so they watch
Where they shoot at cops, and most little niggas don't know they pops
Where peer pressure comes on you smoke weed, get bent to be cool (uh-huh)
Where the girls lose their virginity in elementary school (oh, Whoo Kid)
Where ambulances are late, club floors get left with stains
Over stepped on sneakers, nigga what set you claim (yeah, yeah)
Where niggas are ghetto, fabulous pullin' them nice whips (James Cruz)
Where cops'll fuck you up with flashlights and night sticks, whoa
America, welcome to the land where they frame you (frame you)
America, welcome to the land where they hang you
Where it doesn't pay to live without sin, don't be a angel (uh-uh)
In a regular day just chillin' a bullet can rearrange you (non-stop)
Where cats'll stab you the first time they get the chance to (uh-huh)
The envious ways of a coward won't do nothing but amp you
I'm from Southside, Jamaica where convicts and stars are born (that's right)
Where you can wake up in the morning and ya brand new car's gone
Where niggas that you grew up with are speedin' and smokin' crack
Play Russian Roulette with they dreams and there's no way to get 'em back (uh-huh)
Where the hood rats'll surround you to concentrate on ya' stack
It's kinda hard to keep ya' cool when there's constant heat on ya' back (back)
New York City
That's where I stay
Where every day
Is foul play (Barry Williams)
We got ours, so you should have yours (uh-huh)
'Cause it won't be no warnings when it's time to go to war (what)
New York City
That's where I'm from (uh-huh, Tony Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When the wolves are comes (yo Banks, lemme-lemme shine)
I got Timberwolves in Minnesota
And got them New York Knicks up in that baking soda
Homie, I cross over with Rugers in Vancouver when it's Grizzly (woo)
In a Portland Trailblazer if your ass don't hit me
You get shot in your Cavs in Cleveland, start bleedin' (damn)
And now you wanna bitch and can't ball all season
Yo, I'm rollin' Phillies up with the 76ers (come on)
And got my Heat up in Miami on the beach with my niggas
And them hoes from Atlanta is Hawkin' (woo)
'Cause they see them Denver Nuggets on my neck while my ass is walkin'
Stash the gun now I'm in Phoenix sun (damn)
'Cause I'm a Golden State warrior that stay on the run
I'm in the truck, countin' up Milwakee Bucks
And I stay with the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some Bull-shit
You know semi-automatic I stay with a full clip
With them Houston Rockets, baby 9 in my pocket
Hypnotic and bomb chronic, bang you with the Sonics (Shadyville)
I'm that nigga that'll Los Angeles clip you
Slow your pace in Indiana when you countin' them figures (woo)
Yo, I'm out in New Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker bubble, Celtic Birds
Disappear like Magic Dallas, Mavericks in the Gat
And I'll Detroit piss on you while you lyin' on your back (Whoo Kid)
Strip shorty out her bra, you know I get ass
'Cause the kid big ballin' like the Utah Jazz
Toronto Raptors style, Yay' is a vet'
I move like a Net, so cut that check, nigga (yeah)
It's the play-offs, nigga
(Y'all mean) y'all niggas ain't think I could rap like that, huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue Heffner, nigga
It's the Talk Of New York, matter fact
I'll change my shit to "Top Of New York", nigga
Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon, June (woo)
Y'all niggas can't rap, y'all ain't got no money
Broke-ass niggas
It's the real Top Of New York
Niggas tryna bite my name and shit while I'm gone
Top Of New York, nigga, I'm changin' my shit
Aka twelve .12's, fifty-eight .58's, nigga
Ha, I did that just 'cause the play-offs is right now
You bum-ass niggas
Curtis Interscope Jackson, nigga
He shootin' a million, a sixty million
Matter of fact, a hundred million dolla' movie right now, ha
My man Buck, G-Unit South, Buck Marley
Sha Millions, nigga
Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo, Olivia, it don't stop
We got video games, movies, liquor deals
And y'all niggas is mad, huh?
You bum-ass niggas, I hear these bum-ass niggas rhymin' on freestyles
Y'all niggas is fuckin' trash
I just did that to show y'all niggas how to rap
Tony Yayo, blueprint follow, I follow 50's blueprint, nigga
Yeah, I'm poppin' shit, nigga
'Cause my mixtape is better than ya fuckin' album, pussy
Fuck, and niggas better
And my date is June 27th, if you ain't know
If you come that month you better push back
'Cause my shit is straight crack, nigga
I might call myself Tony Crack
No, no Tony Dope
Nah, Tony Yayo, nigga
Yeah, G-Unit
Better ask somebody, nigga
Lloyd Banks's song "Where I'm From" paints a vivid picture of the harsh realities of living in America, particularly in urban areas. The song starts off by describing how society has become divided into two types of people who do anything for money: those who benefit and those who end up imprisoned. It highlights how peer pressure and materialism can lead people down dangerous paths where they end up surrounded by violence, drugs, and crime. The song speaks of the things people will do to get by, such as selling drugs or stealing, and how these actions can lead to consequences that affect not only the individual but those around them as well. The lyrics also touch upon the corruption of the police, the lack of resources for the poor, and the impact of all these factors on the emotions of the people living in these environments.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Marvin Bernard, Yves Mondesire
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[Intro: Eminem]
Yeah, you got me
I’m up now, it’s your loss
Must suck to be you
[Break: Eminem]
History is like a quarter-note delay
It keeps repeating itself, and what else can I say?
You wondering why I act this way
I never should've gave you the time of day
Guess you know what time it is now, eh?
[Verse 1: Eminem]
There must've been a gust of wind
‘Cause you change your mind every time it blows
And you just changed it a-motherfuckin'-gain
You just said you just wanted some dick 'fore I stuck it in
I wouldn't have been such a prick to you, fuckin' men
You say you don't trust 'em
Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin'?
Some shit is goin' down
You must've just not been truthful from the start
See for me it’d be nothin' to say you never had my heart
But I’d be lyin'
Fuckin' see why they call this bullshit a relationship: ships sink
And you know it's love as soon as you fall in it ‘cause shit stinks
And it feels like every time I fuckin' do I get jinxed
Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks
Have went by and we only spoke twice
I’m sittin' in your driveway, callin' you from the car, suffice
I think it's safe to say you’re not at home
I’m callin' your cell phone
You answer but I can tell though that you're not alone
How was I to know?
It should've been time to go a long time ago
I kept holdin' on, it's comical
When I think back now why I couldn't get the hint
And feel the draft you were throwin', I wasn't catchin' your drift
But there's a cold breeze blowin' over me, I'm over you
Success is the best revenge to pay you back
And that payment is overdue
I overcame odds to get even
The sober me is shittin' all over the un-sober you
And I hope they play this in every club that you're goin' to
I’m hauntin' you, bitch, everywhere you turn I'm followin' you
‘Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true
It's killin' you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you
It's ‘cause of you now I don’t trust ‘em at all, fuck 'em!
Middle finger up, I’m gon' just keep grabbin' my balls, cup 'em
I’ll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up 'em
So, buttercup, don't try to come back knockin' on my door all dolled up
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me
‘Cause I’m gon' be just fine without you, you’ll see
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be
‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me
[Chorus: Eminem]
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uh, I’ve had it for the last time
Your actions got me hot as my last rhyme
Your options are leave or put out, granted, your ass fine
Fine just ain't gon' cut it
Drama is what you’re in love with
You and them bitches you run with
Lately I’m feelin' smothered
You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered
Conceited with cover girl motives, I gotta rise above it
You thinkin' about who's lovin' me, I’m thinkin' about who doesn’t
Doesn’t really matter what you say, sickness in my stomach
Told you I was gon' be splittin', you don’t think I mean it?
Left you with everything I got, fuck you! Ain’t no secret
No apologies, you keep it
Now that I’m doin' my thing and you peep it
The badder times all outweigh the recent
Your energy, who needs it?
Every rumor you hear, you go believe it
Point out the times you’ve seen it
You stabbed me, should have leaned it
Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out
It’s my fuckin' life, let her find a way to stay out
Bet you thought I’d break, it ain't that easy
Bet you thought I'd need you a million times before you need me
Leave me everything that I gave to you
Ain't no freebies, get your coat and go
The female Pinocchio, money-hungry hopeless ho
You fuckin' with my focus so
Go back to that chump that played the role befo'
Love is like a cancer when you don’t let go
I’ma blow fo' sho'
Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don’t need you sinkin' us, hope you float
Lyin' through my teeth, I hope you don’t
(Drown, drown!) Not a sound out her be dope
Bottles pop out while he smoke
Hate we met, proud that we broke
Let them girls crowdin' me go
If they got somethin' to show, let 'em show me
I don't love 'em, never lonely, never even left a scar
You fell hard, I’m laughin', ha ha ha ha ha
Tire smoke fancy car, nothin' is what we are
No beginnin', no tomorrow
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks, Eminem & Both]
‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me
‘Cause I’m gon' be aight without you, you’ll see
There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be
‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me
[Chorus: Eminem]
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you
I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)
@rolandclarke5210
THIS SONG SHOULD BE THE ANTHEM FOR EVERY MAN WHO HAS EVER BEEN THROUGH A BREAKUP OR DIVORCE THAT WAS TOXIC💯✌
@GabrielJambert
still my anthem even after I have gotten over that relationship! This is my motivational song for life!
@bishop5885
Gabriel Jambert this the song I go to after every breakup rt
@ZizahMarouane
Amen to that brother
@michaelangst6078
Most of eminem music applies to MGTOW and incels if you really view his lyrics as a whole
@blunt8085
@@michaelangst6078 Says the incel... gtfoh Karen
@mohmdabs8510
" Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushing?
Some shit is going down"
LOL
@roo4051
Mohammad Alabbassy LOLOL
@rikb6508
Flew over my head for yearsss!!!
@karigatum
Why isn't this in Spotify, it's been years now and still coming here to listen to this masterpiece.