Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Bad Luck lyrics

(feat. 50 Cent)

[50 Cent:]

G Unit

If it wasn't for bad luck

I wouldn't have luck

If it wasn't for doing bad I wouldn't know about doing good

It ain't safe down here in my hood

It could be a beautiful day

And you'll get hit by strays

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

This is what you do

If a nigga stealing money out the crew

Cut eight of his fingers off and leave a nigga with two

Destinys beef its always escalate in the future

You ain't tough cause ten probably aiming to shoot ya

Puss enough to make a neighborhood bum pick up a pistol

Fill the clip up and hit you

In the face or use the pistol

Alls it takes is aim a nigga really tried to diss you

Its 'gon be an issue

If you don't fry his tissue

Whats a crack head thinkin' 'bout right before he takes a hit

Hell if I know probablly a whole lot of mistakes and shit

What the fuck makes a nigga want to have a relationship

When I could have a Caucasian, Spanish, or Asian chick

Nigga you could run but the lights'll beat ya

Put red dots on you like a slice of pizza

Got a groupie on my lap nigga sun roof top nigga

Chillin' on the scene

With the gangsta lean

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

This shit is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped

You need to wear a vest shit its on like that

Niggas you think is cool'll stab you in the back

I know for a fact

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

I got a Gem Star that'll open ya face

The Mac'll make you open the safe

I'm walkin' around with a open case

Ya'll been on my dick a long time thanks

Now i'm a introduce you to my man get 'em Banks

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

You might catch Banks in the city with that blue and gray shit

Ropes as thick as the ones they hung slaves with

Shorty ain't ya wife dog i'm blazin' after ya

Got rocks on my neck from a cave in Africa

Just bought a new bitch got beige and black in her

Police watchin' us like a Asian Trafficer

Go ahead front i'm dyin' to poke ya hater

And put a patch on your eye like a Oakland Raider

I ain't got a silencer just a Solt Potater

I seen ya wife you had to be on coke to date her

Its a problem when I get in

So if its hate in ya blood you better find a way to hold that shit in

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

This shit is real drama in the hood boy you better stay strapped

You need to wear a vest shit its on like that

Niggas you think is cool'll stab you in the back

I know for a fact

[Verse 4: Lloyd Banks]

I'm lyin' to these hos

So if you bust in my room you'd probably catch a bitch tryin' to propose

From a block bang out I caught iron in my clothes

Stuck without my wratchet

Buck in my bread basket

Ear drums soft from lead to

Bounce off the floor injured my leg in traffic

Headed towards the Mackland

But its hard as hell to walk a straight line when ya eyeballs doin' back flips

Duck from the SK Special

Or i'm a leave ya fuckin' shirt lookin' like the ese's dressed you

It'll be a case when I catch you

I'm puttin' holes in ya face like a pretzel

Make jakes have to sketch you

Arm and legs'll break the same time your neck do

Throw you off a projects

For fuckin' with my set

I know you hate me and would like to jump me

Cause I play around acres like Michael's *monkey*

You ain't hurtin' me in Air Force

Cause my Nikes is comfy

Catch me out in the country

With lights and company

She can't be thirsty because all night she drunk me

See I made it convince me

Shes better than Lewinski

Whats the sense of holdin' on the metal if its empty?

You need shells in 'em

To leave swells in 'em

Catch Banks at the top of the globe

Pocket of dough

Rocks in the low

Lockin' and load

Cock and explode

I grew up pops and a O

Mix match socks on my sole

Cops on a stroll

Spendin' knots on my gold

I got Ns in my jeans

For Benzes and screens

Cause I take money like vending machines

I used to stick pens in my jeans

Now I got beams

That'll leave you bending with screams

Pressure turns men to Marines

King pins to pussys

And hard rocks into milk and cookies

[50 Cent:]

Motherfuckers

Ha ha

Lloyd Banks

This shit is hot Banks

Shit

Who recruits talent just as good as 50?

Ha ha

Thanks to dwayne davis for these lyrics

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