Lights, Camera, Packin'
Lloyd Banks · Other Songs - Lloyd Banks
(Yea we back ! ..its a 2 G thing boy .
. it dont stop i feel better then ever my car go up
and down, my shoes 1400,who want it?)
Uh I raps like crack, my lacks nike black,
my straps right here, dont get your ass clapped,
wheels on the chair, a crippled ass back you see the
clouds in the sky, i put you past that
Im drunk and im blunted', my G 900,
my green 550, name it i done it,
Im coller than a fridge, my jeweler's on his Biz,
Bandana bid, bitches drooling on the kid,
Im south jamaica bred, on a paper bed,
you put niggas to sleep my lines wake the dead, my women dont argue
. it dont stop i feel better then ever my car go up
and down, my shoes 1400,who want it?)
Uh I raps like crack, my lacks nike black,
my straps right here, dont get your ass clapped,
wheels on the chair, a crippled ass back you see the
clouds in the sky, i put you past that
Im drunk and im blunted', my G 900,
my green 550, name it i done it,
Im coller than a fridge, my jeweler's on his Biz,
Bandana bid, bitches drooling on the kid,
Im south jamaica bred, on a paper bed,
you put niggas to sleep my lines wake the dead, my women dont argue
Lights, Camera, Packin'
Lloyd Banks delivers a high-energy track that embodies his signature blend of technical precision and streetwise storytelling. Released as part of his broader discography, the recording showcases his ability to maintain rapid-fire delivery while weaving in personal anecdotes about his life in the Bronx. The song reflects the vibrant rap culture of the mid-2000s, where Banks established himself as a formidable force in the East Coast scene. With a driving beat and his characteristic vocal style, the track serves as a testament to his commitment to authenticity and his knack for turning everyday observations into compelling musical narratives.