Warrior
Lloyd Banks ft. Eminem 50 Cent & Nate Dogg Lyrics

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Woo (yeah)
Remix (ha ha)
Lloyd Banks (uh-huh)
Ha ha

It's like a throne that he don't even own
He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around
It's like a joke, he's like a king, but he don't rule a thing

He don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the jewelry
He don't want the ring, don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport
Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court
He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it
And you can love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore it
You can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
And if I'm frontin' then you better come confront me for it

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise (yeah)
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boys

I'm doin' a hundred-twenty in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about you suckas, gotta maintain (yeah)
Money, power and respect in this rap game

He's straight out of a neighborhood where niggas hate
To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate
Their stomach's ache while he's loungin' in the big estate
And he hops in a hundred thousand when a nigga skate
Houses with a bigger gate, houndin' him's a big mistake
He won't surrender, he'll rather give up a rib to break
'Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helpin' hand
So he was sittin' on green like a Celtic fan
Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name
When you discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin' them)

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise (yeah)
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boys

I'm doin' a hundred-twenty in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about you suckas, gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

He's no magician, man, the kid makes sometin' outta nuttin'
So now niggas from his hood act like he owe 'em somethin'
They talk crazy 'til he send niggas to where they buck 'em
Ask 'em if it's a problem and he'll say, "Nah, it's nothin'"
He's was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'em (fuck 'em)
He don't care how they feel, they can hate 'em or love 'em (ha ha)
He hold his own on his own, the kid is really thuggin'
He's rich now, he ain't changed so niggas think he buggin' (yeah)
He bulletproof everything case niggas try and buck him (uh-huh)
Keep two pistols on his hip, I'll show you where he tuck 'em
Niggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him
Try to catch 'em slippin', they creepin' and start bustin'

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
True warriors go ahead and make some noise (yeah)
It ain't healthy to be makin' niggas paranoid
Hit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boys

I'm doin' a hundred-twenty in the fast lane
Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing
Don't give a fuck about you suckas, gotta maintain
Money, power and respect in this rap game

I can give you niggas somethin' you can talk about
I can turn you're smile upside down
You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
I can take your girl and tu-uh, turn her out

Don't hold it in, let it all out
I can give you fuckas somethin' to be mad about

Invite her in, send her back out
With my DNA all in her mouth

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Warrior" by Lloyd Banks reflect the rapper's unstoppable and unbeatable attitude in the world of rap. Banks describes himself as a warrior who doesn't want the fame or riches that come with success but is rather in it for the sport. He doesn't rule anything yet still commands respect from his competition. Banks acknowledges that people can love or hate him but they can't ignore him, and anyone who tries to sell him short will regret it. The song is a declaration of Banks' untouchable stature and a warning to those who may try to bring him down.

Further, Banks' lyrics detail his rise from a neighborhood where people want to see him fail to owning houses with bigger gates and driving a hundred thousand cars. He owes nothing to those who once doubted him and his straightforward and unapologetic words demonstrate that he is not afraid to shoot back at any disrespectful remarks or threats. Banks is his own man who rises up against any negativity that comes his way with guns loaded.

Line by Line Meaning

It's like a throne that he don't even own
He is a king without owning any throne

He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around
He doesn't want people to define him and would rather carve his path on his own terms

It's like a joke, he's like a king, but he don't rule a thing
He is looked upon as a king but doesn't hold true power

He don't want the diamonds, want the gold, or want the jewelry
He is not looking to accumulate materialistic riches

He don't want the ring, don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport
He is in rap game because he enjoys it and not for money

Runnin' circles 'round his competition on the court
He is crushing his peers in the rap game easily

He appreciates your support but he ain't beggin' for it
Although he appreciates his fans, he doesn't ask for their support

And you can love it, you can hate it but you can't ignore it
People have the option to love or hate his music, but they cannot ignore him

You can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short
One cannot be unaware of his talent, but they could attempt to belittle him

But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it
His recent songs are astounding, and you cannot challenge his previous work

And he was born to raise hell like them country boys
He was destined to create chaos or controversy as a rapper, despite being from the city

This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it
The song tells the story of a fighter or a go-getter

It ain't healthy to be makin' niggas paranoid
One shouldn't create fear or anxiety in others' minds

Hit your corner with my weapon, I don't need my boys
He can handle his business alone and doesn't need his gang's support

I'm doin' a hundred-twenty in the fast lane
He is speeding at 120 mph

Kick back, just relax, let me do my thing
Stay out of his way and let him do his work

Money, power, and respect in this rap game
He is seeking wealth, influence, and acclaim in the music industry

He's straight out of a neighborhood where niggas hate
He is from a region where people always despise their peers' accomplishments

Their stomach's ache while he's loungin' in the big estate
His former acquaintances suffer while he enjoys his luxuries

He was gonna help 'em out, but since they fronted, fuck 'em
He had the intention of helping out his peers, but their hostility has caused him to abandon them

You ain't no G, you a fuckin' clown
He insults those he perceives as being fake gangsters

I can take your girl and tu-uh, turn her out
He can make any girl want him and do whatever he wants with her

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Steven King, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Marshall B. Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Nathaniel D. Hale, Curtis James Jackson

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