Dj Suss One enlists a long list of winners for “Champion”. All this needed was Manny Pacquiao. HA! Kidding.

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Video: Dj Suss One – Champion (Ft. Jadakiss, Floyd Mayweather, Lloyd Banks, French Montana, & Junior Reid)

Lloyd Banks ft Prodigy – 1,2,3 Grind. Lyrics included below.

“Ya baby momma dream about the God, I let her hit the button fingers startin up the car!”

Off Lloyd Banks The Cold Corner 2 Mixtape. Features Prodigy.

Read the full Lloyd Banks “1,2,3 Grind” Lyrics after the jump.

Lloyd Banks – 1,2,3 Grind Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Wordplay in the worst way
Earthquake, niggas is shook, ash in my purp tray,
20′s on Benz day, Lincoln on Thursday,
Highday, full fever leaving off the driveway,
Cheeba got my mind grey, diva bottle entree,
Cooler then a cooler, armed like a padre,
Ya baby momma dream about the God
I let her hit the button fingers startin up the car
Style when I sleep, snicker when I hit the street
Green, pillin’ up body builder when I lift the beat
My weed sour my bitches sweet,
Marine style but my shit discrete,
Watch me make the flip repeat,
I don’t trick or treat, but so halloween,
Michael myers with the fire trip holla scream,
I gotta lotta cream, and a solid team,
It’s like i’m playin solitare,
I don’t see a challenge here, yeaaah

[Chorus]
Money movin on the dime,
Ready 1…2…3 grind,
Niggas better give me mine,
About my funds, top down,
Ready for the shine,
Gettin to it so inline,
I’m influenced by the gold,
I do it if i tried
I’ma get ‘em every time,
Ready 1…2…3…grind!

[Prodigy - Verse 2]
You know there’s rules that you following
And tools get the hollow point
Poppin’ at these fools
These dudes get their narrow ass deceased
I terminate, unleash the purly gate
Put that work in than I spin like a 38
All around the world, back around the world twice
Fucking with the internash infamous paradigm
Catch your bitch on the line at the concert
I’m gonna take advantage of this opportunity time
I’m the worst of the worst, vultures
Come on slime, you aint never in your life never life like mine
This is grand theft audio, you just a petty crime
In my parade of hits, get confetti on my shine
You short like spaghetti, I’m harder than a whale dick
Clap a nigga real quick, falling outta line like
1 2 3 they will be dropping like Dominoes, vamonos
I show you how to die, it’s career suicide must be on that crack high
Coming at me diagonally, the fuck you on your mind fuck be on you niggas brains
It seems you wish death,
Yo blow, these niggas playin’ games ready for flesh

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]
Big chain photo, still ? when you see me
HFM in 3d, hood beemer bump my CD
I’ma a creep, do some foul shit every week
F-ck my shawty sister, left her lipstick all in my sheets
Stay low I’m on that shit, hittin’
Looking for a menage they looking for a sponsor
Opposite of bubblegum rap, I chew the track
All 4 of my pockets fat, Lincoln New York city rap
Brighter than my jewelery I’m in line with the stars
I’m from Mars, I’m bad stacking Domino broads
Living large, you gon need 500 bars
When we drive, make bouji bitches climb in the cars
Wheels spin the street off, Porsche feet off
The haters still hating and they hot as hell
In need of defrost, brick ? shit old
Play with me in hospital with a wife widow

[Chorus]

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Lloyd Banks ft Prodigy – 1,2,3 Grind Lyrics

Lloyd Banks drops his latest mixtape called The Cold Corner 2.

Features Styles P, A$AP Rocky and Prodigy.

Check out the Lloyd Banks Cold Corner 2 Track List/ Stream and Download after the jump.

Lloyd Banks Cold Corner 2 Track List

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Mixtape: Lloyd Banks – The Cold Corner 2

Lloyd Banks – Love Shots. Lyrics included below.

“Baby got a husband and she riding round wit’ me”

Off Banks Cold Corner 2 Mixtape.

Read the full Lloyd Banks “Love Shots” Lyrics after the jump.

Lloyd Banks – Love Shots Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
If you are feeling yourself, your feeling me
The feeling is strong, it’s clear to see
Aint no feeling like on top to me and pass down
Possibly, sit down drop the v
I’m tryna drop another one, shit I gotta see
Stuntin’ til the summer come, swagger by the tree
Jugglin these questions, cause it’s puzzlin’ to me
Hey, baby got a husband and she riding round wit’ me
F-ck it, I’m just playing my part
I’m aint tryna cuff it, you can’t trust
She ballin’ on a nigga budget, touch downs keep her there
Money the subject
And I’m on another team, gotta love it
She probably try it on me, I wanna rug it
Southside stubborn, cold hearted than public
Living without a care, don’t care how you judge it
Tired of hearing what you going through
I does it

[Hook]
Love shots
She’s firin’ the gun
Probably had a hundred niggas looking dumb
But I aint the one
Nah I aint like them
Matter of fact, I went back on the road when I’m done
Throwin’ G’s up, hoes down
Get paper, smoke pounds
F-ck bitches, fo’ rounds
G’s up, hoes all the way down

[Verse 2]
Maybe I will, maybe I won’t
Maybe I’m better off if I don’t
None of that money is yours, baby, you’re broke
And when that bump sick, your soap back on the rope?
Brand new task, cause she’s wonderful with her throat
Cash for the ?, shes coming up with the stroke
Shawty takin’ shots, I duck down and dodge
Always on the move girl, I work 5 jobs
I’m a go getter, fly nigga, flow spitta
Game owner, player and the coach
Hitter and my CD dope
? up to NYPD, wont probably wanna see me slip
Have a nigga baby, grimey on that greedy shit
Borderline crazy, crazy to not see the shit
Cold hearted, step into the freeze a bit
Hugh f-ckin’ Hef’, new stress and the weed is lit

[Hook]

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Lloyd Banks – Love Shots Lyrics

Lloyd Banks – Make It Stack. Lyrics included below.

“Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack, Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back”

G-Unit’s very own Punch Line King drops a new joint off his Cold Corner 2 tape. Download from Mr X.

Read the full Lloyd Banks “Make It Stack” Lyrics after the jump.

Lloyd Banks – Make It Stack Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Too much thinkin’
On top of that, I’m gettin’ high and drinkin’
I’m floatin’ on cloud 9, watchin’ these niggas sinkin’
No blinkin’, you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talkin’ my intentions, now it’s time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain’t no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I’m breathin’ heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughin while I’m ballin’
Woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’
Livin’ that life of a mac, kickin’ them hoes out off ‘em
Ask ‘em when they comin’ back, knowin’ that they done lost ‘em
Hit them bitches from the back, I ain’t want all the talkin’
Don’t be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat

[Hook]
Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so I’m cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin’ the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you don’t does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, I’m switchin’ up the mob
Bitch I sleep in the Apollo, I’m always on stage
I should take my show to broadway ‘cause that hallway like a grave
Can’t no bitch get in my mind, so I know it’s physical
I kick out the dimes, I think I’m invincible
I climbed to the top, now I’m pissin’ off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin’ money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that’s why Ima stand out
You don’t got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)

[Hook]
Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

I bomb back on them hoes (x4)

Props: Lyrics submitted by Rich E

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Lloyd Banks – Make It Stack Lyrics

Lloyd Banks went Da Vinci on this cover and decided to give the true meaning of a cold corner with the GIF artwork cover. Be on the look out for this mixtape to come out soon and rock your subwoofers.

Props: HHNM

by @DJEricKidd

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Lloyd Banks – ‘The Cold Corner 2′ Cover Artwork

Lloyd Banks – Shock The World. Lyrics included below.

“I’ma shock the World but they all gon’ remember me”

Banks releases the final version of this Cold Corner 2 track. Props Thisis50. Thanks Amaya for the heads up.

Read the full Lloyd Banks “Shock The World” Lyrics via moi after the jump.

Lloyd Banks – Shock The World Lyrics

[Intro]
Come on, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay…
Stop that shit and play that bitch from the top man

[Verse 1]
Fiend did it how I do it, niggas got the nerve
Major digits through this music, new shit I deserve
Pitch myself offa the ledge, I think I got the urge
Finer things when I’m climbing, diamonds and furs
Like he did rugged, they love it, I’m always out in public
Boy you used to, you suspect and ballin’ on a budget
You a leecher, who does that, don’t go around the subject
Hit the bleachers, you been wack and you ain’t get no luckier
Now you dissin or I’m tripping, cause muthaf-cker listen
Offend me with what your spitting I’ll be gone through the system
Get the f-ck from round me I don’t know you, its tradition
I’m low like there’s a bounty on me, police started tripping

[Chorus]
I’m making ‘em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I’m getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she gon’ lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
Thats right, gon lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
I’ma shock the World but they all gon’ remember me
She gon’ lift my energy
Gon’ lift my energy

[Verse 2]
Uh, roads still bubbling, ball in every club I’m in
Electric when I’m walking through, come here let me plug you in
Multitask hustlin’ I’m goin’ for the double win
You’re falling off and fumbling
Heading right for trouble, man, I’m pimpin’, I’m poppin’
My Lawyer good as Cochran
If you listen and watch him you realise I drop him
Weed copping, I’m shopping so we all the bitches jocking
Man, I’m minking and crocking, he nervous when I’m dropping
Man I’ve been on the dole for too long, its easier to do wrong
Cautious when I get my groove on, thats how they move on
A nigga catch ya slipping, you’ll be booked
Showing off on the internet wit’ what he took, another jooks

[Chorus]
I’m making ‘em sick, you all know the remedy
Money over all, wish wrong on my enemy
I’m getting dough so the girls go to bed with me
Shawty got the plug now she gon’ lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
Thats right, gon lift my energy (gon lift my energy)
I’ma shock the World but they all gon’ remember me
She gon’ lift my energy
Gon’ lift my energy

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Lloyd Banks – Shock The World Lyrics

get em in, get em out; export her, import her

Imagine your self driving in your 1975 Ford Mustang with new state-of-the-art speakers and subwoofers, driving down midtown Manhattan and you hear this song. I am pretty sure you will be bopping your heading nice and calm. That is what this record brings. Jimmy, Banks & Busta do their thing on this track. Listen to the song below.

- @EricTheKidd

Props: Miss Info

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Music: Jim Jones x Lloyd Banks x Busta Rhymes – Blow Ya Whistle (Remix)

Lloyd Banks – Love Me In The Hood. Lyrics included below.

“I’m in love with money I don’t love these hoes, I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes”

New music from the Punchline King.

Read the full Lloyd Banks “Love Me In The Hood” Lyrics after the jump.

Lloyd Banks – Love Me In The Hood Lyrics

Its banks nigga
South side love
They love me in the hood

[Verse 1: LLoyd Banks]
Cold since my man died, over thats a damn lie
Boy you smoking dust got these niggas by a landslide
Uh I got them niggas by a rocket ship
I hit the afterburner Ike Turner how I drop a bitch
I’m so far ahead I’m already dead
Getting at you from the future thats why I’m used to what you said
Wait until you see the new Superhead
She got the turbo wop, hop karma sutra in the bed
I got ya yard on my card, back to future with the bread
I pull ya card you a fraud, hope they shot you in ya head
Boy your pockets in the red, you fronting and your style phony
Every day a trending topic keep the pound on me
Exotic women, heavy lenin, thats how I’m living
The punch line king, on the run from Robin Givens
Every week a nigga leak a bunch of robbings killings
F-ck a hater make a million let survival feed him

[Hook: LLoyd Banks]
Still stand where I stood, they love me the hood
Them bitches talking about me, thats how you know I’m doing good
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
I’m in love with money I don’t love these hoes
I love to get paper and spend it on these clothes
Do you here me?
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood
Understood I’m good they love me in the hood

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Be in here with the weapons on, blink get ya necklace torn
Hef the don, f-cking on ya sister like escaborn
Escalade eyes bloody red like I have been paper sprayed
Sex for exercise bitches screaming like I step on stage
I get busy dough from here to Quebec I’m paid
F-cking since a kid, then grab weed borret soon braids
I know the neighbors hate my guts I be recking them
My seconds make a twirler stay for months fuck the wrestling
Protects ya neck again like Rae and Meth and ‘em
I’m excellent you full of estrogen with a freshman’s pen
You couldn’t cloud my intelligence with elegance
I’ll never flinch whip game like they threw the elephants
I’m heaven sent living vicariously through these presidents
Done worked my whole life to get two, I’ve been spending ever since
Gg kush bags couldn’t find a better stench
Fly like D. Wilkins and Kemp shootin the bench

[Hook]

[Verse 3: LLoyd banks]
Big city to country all the pretty bitches wants me
Tote tags for trying to jump me, gun smoking like a junkie
Frying pan man turn ya head into a gumbie
When I’m hungry ain’t a a humble bum, picture a nigga summy
Sunny everywhere shocked they let you in scummy every year
Pick a spot I’m heavy there, liquor poppin everywhere
F-cking dimes or something, my aura got the telly scared
All problems aborted, sons and daughter on your belly smeared
Rapped in fire black attire she’s the appetizer
Humming on my trail all day ima clap her after china
Mr. No Good hood is ever acid rhymer
Shorty fly as hell about 11 levels past Cubana
I’m honored, loaded lama niggas hate ya honor
Donna Karen, Sharen, Chanel in my hotel
All the snickering, I’m running through this money till the trip is done
I meet it at the bottom with my niggas son

[Hook]

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Thisis50 drops off a Lloyd Banks freestyle for Bootleg Kev which seems to have been filmed last year.

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Lloyd Banks Freestyles On The Bootleg Kev Radio Show