The Punchline King aka Lloyd Banks has so many classic bangers it puts a lot of your favorite rappers to shame.
Enjoy this No DJ version of "M.B.A.M" off of his 2009 mixtape, "4-30-09: HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
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Lyrics:
[Hook]
Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean
Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen
Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between
Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team
Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me
Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be
Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems
Whichever way it leans, money by any means
[Verse 1]
You're stuck in the same spot, you bank stopped
Man, I'm eating like a fat nigga, your weight dropped
All my weed do different things, space pot
Show the respect you get at kings, or take shots
Thank god for the liquor store, a fifth or more
I'm a different kind of nigga boy, forget the law
All they want to do search the truck, and rip the floor
Find something worth pinning on me, submit the raw
This is 2k wordplay, the harsh realities
Of where me and my son stay, the technicalities
Will bring him back one day, there's fatalities
So don't move the dumb way, cars clapped
Man I come from where it's hard at
Society made my heart black, arms spat
I ain't your guardian god, you can starve, black
I think their watching, phone wiring, and calls tapped
Watch how you talk back
[Hook]
Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean
Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen
Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between
Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team
Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me
Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be
Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems
Whichever way it leans, money by any means
[Verse 2]
This is not hip-hop, this is hypnosis
Of course, it's New York's bosses, gold crosses
Don't cross us, punk summersault corpses
Martini bombs through your office, uh
Ain't nobody stopping me, the hate ain't enough
My flow is one big gun waiting to bust
They don't bring shit in the game, they take it from us
I got millionaire neighbours still making a fuss
I can't even give a beat down, they want cheese now
Therefore I gotta keep my lawyer on speed dial
Top speedometers, my shit'll hit two hundred
Titanium lama you can get it if you want it
I can feel it in my stomach, I got an extra sense
And I've been benefiting from it, my flow is off the bench
Wrote my whole album blunted, don't get confronted
I'm a natural-born baller, if I showed up I stunted
[Hook]
Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean
Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen
Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between
Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team
Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me
Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be
Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems
Whichever way it leans, money by any means
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