Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to The Alchemist’s “Bangers” song featuring Lloyd Banks. The song was self-Produced by The Alchemist.
The Alchemist Bangers
The Alchemist – Bangers (ft. Lloyd Banks) (prod. The Alchemist)
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, I’m here nigga
Banks, G-G-G-G, G Unit
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
Now don’t try to stand next to me (Right)
Cause I’m the nigga they came here to see (Right)
Ain’t nothing ’round here for free (Right)
And I’m here to let these mothafuckas know
That I’ll do anything for the dough (Right)
A felony walkin out the front do’ (Right)
Ain’t a mothafucka I gotta change fo’ (Right)
Therefore I’ma be this way until I go
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Guess who walk around with diamond chains and rings on ’em
A pair of throwback Jordan’s, with the wings on ’em
With all this talking I’m guessing they got them things on ’em
Cause if not Milli’s the Forty Cal’s a ring on ’em
I know your kind getting by leave the city quick
Niggas bleed just like us, I’m on that Biggie shit
First of all I’m sup-posed to ball
I’m sup-posed to have coast to, coast to calls
And your niggas on your CD’s garbage
Yeah, they shooting but they missing, spraying up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggas by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
Cause the fans love us I’m nicer than grandmothers
I wake up get dressed put on my tan butters
It been this way since Puma’s and Super Man cover’s
A ice pick could do your liver harm
And have you screaming in the back of the club louder than Lil’ Jon
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
You now looking at the hood meal ticket seven thou on my wrist
It’s kinda hard to keep the balance with this, it keeps the challengers pissed
I vacate to different islands and twist
And back home where the violence exist, nines, silencers, fifths
We buy mileage as gifts as well as man’s best friend
And I don’t own no rottweillers and pits
It’s getting extremely hard for the man to roam
With little kids putting this picture on the camera phone
Shit change now that the cameras on
A bitch will jeopardize the marriage to fuck you when they man is gone
These niggas rambling on about the paper that they getting stop it
I got more money than you in my little pocket
Yeah, I’m stingy so it’s stretch long, with G-Unit sweats on
Thread needle to Teflon, Des’ Eagle and vest on
Cause everybody ain’t enthused
That’s your name’s around about good news, fuck you!
[Hook]
