immortal technique

 

I like east coasth: 50 flow's game doesn't, but a lot of west coast rappers don't flow like east coast rappers. I like compound rhyme schemes, and things that just roll off the tongue, personally I think Lloyd Banks is the best in G-Unit but 50 is the boss so he can't really shine.

Then again, in today's sad state of affairs I don't listen to much new hip-hoph: It all sounds like commercial grade cookie cutter crap.

 

I don't like Lloyd...he sounds like the cookie monster and you cant understand half the things he says...I don't think 50 has a great flow, but he's good on hooks. Game absolutely does flow, everyone in hiphop/rap flows...theyre just different. You should hear some of his mixtape stuff...switches it up a bit and has a super fast flow.

I'm not a west or east coast guy..I like both. I liked 50's first album, but this one was just ridiculously bad.

 

Cookie Monster > *

 

I think you're thinking of tony yayo, Lloyd banks doesn't have a deep voice

or maybe Ja Rule...lol

 

No...lloyd banks definitely sounds like the cookie monster slurring his words together, and a guttery growl....but ja rule kinda does too.

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You know i always thought so! :db:

 

Lloyd has some of the illest punchlinesh:
[50 Cent] G-Unit haha

[Lloyd Banks]
I dont know where you from but out here we ride
So if you scared of conflict don't come outside
Get your hands on a gun
Cause ain't no one gonna repspect you as a man if you run, dial 9-1-1
I'm hear talkin' to the street now
That's only gonna lead to bulletwounds and beatdown's, retreat clown
You still strugglin down to your last rock
G-Unit is gorillas and Blackchild's the mascot
You thought you wouldn't hear my voice
I'm in the hood cause I'm hood
You in the hood cause you ain't got no choice
Your top seller gettin' sticked for his shine
Either I'm blind, or Ashanti's sideburns is thicker than mine
I'm youngest in charge with my dick in a dime
Grippin' the nine, sippin' that lime
Becardi in a party, you sorry
I'm blowin' wet green right out the safari
That'll put you in a left lean higher than a marley
And as far as Charlie, a studio hour is a waste
She look like she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground
What goes up must come down, what goes around comes back around
I suggest you run when you see the pound
Or get laid the fuck out on the ground

[Lloyd Banks]
My cousin bringin' back them blueberry bags, I've been waiting all day
On them Shelltops that got Jam Master Jay, on 'em
I got a jeanius and kneehighs that swallows me whole
Tongue's longer than the ones on your Fila's
She's buys anything I desire, prolly cause I'm on fire
The 2003 McGwire, until I retire
My neighborhood breed ballers that slam dunk
Cross overed to crack now they can't even jump
I leave with any panties I want, the industries new face
I'm in a bitch mouth every morning like toothpaste
Place your bet, Envy pull out a few crates
I got enough 16's to battle 2 states
I'm in a spaceship, neck full of grey shit
Bigetes in the braclet, expect nothing basic
Respect and embrace it, your sketch in the basement
I'll have them try to find where the rest of your face is

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
The hoes know I'm lazy as hell, that's why I get the bitch to twist
Dogg, I stay around trees like Christmas gifts
Yea, you laughing and dancing 'til they stick you
And have you holdin' your chest like I'm singing the National Anthem
Have your worried bout the reprecussions after the tantrum
I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons
Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J
Armed with a new K
So dumb in a new way, If I don't fuck Monday, I'm gone hit it Tuesday
My charm get it usually
You put a lot of years into rap, these lil' starvin' chumps
Start your career from the back of a milk carton
Your gased up from whatever he must of told ya
But everything in Army fatigues ain't a soldier
In my upbring we wore the same socks
And buckets in the living room to catch the rain drops

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Dial 9-1-1, Yeah!, young Lloyd Banks, GGgg, GGgg, GGgg, G-Unittttt, haha
I dare you to say something, haha, I dare you to say something back *****...
__________________

 

Games disses > anybody in G-unit's

 

This si the song that got me into G-unit

Artist: 50 Cent
Album: Guess Who's Back
Title: That's What's Up


feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo

(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)

(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit ***** that's what's up (repeat 6x)

(50 Cent)
I blast 50 Cent ***** that's what's up

(Lloyd Banks)
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray
See every now and then I smile just not today
In my hood they let the choppers spray
Somebody probably got shot today
I named em pop when *****s surfboard
You aint stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun if you aint droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC
Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts
Beef, you a target
Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin wont be the only one the carpet
Man you wanna play wit a ringer?
I aint a peoples person
I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you)
Even though I got the shit in the stores
I'm like a ***** that borrow clothes
Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws
Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids
Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids
I'm blowin on damn haze
All of a sudden I'm gased, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wait
If you aint up on thangs
Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game
Now I know to keep low when the heat blow
I'll have *****s post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw
Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro
I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll
Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the meanings is wit me
Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney
You only spend time at the mall
On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)

(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)

(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit ***** that's what's up (repeat 6x)
That's what's up

(50 Cent)
Keep thinkin I'm candy
Aint nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me
Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make
Cause my Deez'll make fiends do the up-town shake
I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor
They say "God bless the child that could hold his own"
You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome
Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make
I got a ruger on my hip
You aint gotta like or love me but you gone respect me
You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me
12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin
Look homie I'm down for that day-time action
Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home
Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)

(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)

(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit ***** that's what's up (repeat 6x)

(Tony Yayo)
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy
And even though the kid rappin
I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon
My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on
Don't get moved on
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts
Then breeze through ya projects
When the coke come back
It's the China White
And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice
Let's ride O T
And burn the tape
I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank
Since Yayo be a fearless man
I donate my heart to them *****s that ran
And, those *****s in the hood don't wanna see me famous
They rather see my moms make funeral arangements
I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks
I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you *****s
Prepare for class
Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that
Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps

(Banks)
Word to my mother ***** 50 fuckin Cent *****
G-Unit *****
We about to gorrilla this industry man
Yall *****s better know
Yall *****s better fear us *****
Word to my mother *****
Fuck yall *****s wanna do
1 2 4 ***** G-Unit
50 Cent
Tony Yayo
Lloyd Banks *****
Bllllatttt