Rap City freestyle (Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo )

[Intro: Big Tyga]

Yeah, G-Unit

Big Tyga

DJ Sense

Y'all already know how it go

Here it go

How it go

Here it go

Let me do my thing, sometimes I lay low

Got my man Lloyd Banks and my man Tony Yayo

G-Unit, album Hunger for More

You can pick it in the store

Some day as the BET Awards

Yes indeed, 2-20

Knife, Big Tyga come through

Cut you with a knife

Off the top, keep it hot

What I gotta do

And pass it to my man Lloyd Banks

And step through

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Aye yo, come on my flow's insane

For you to win you need lucky charms and leprechauns and Lil Flip chain

My piece caught the eye of ya bimbo

'Cause it look like the view of the city out a airplane window

And all that frontin' is bad for your health

And you ain't got no yacht, you got a boat you've gotta' paddle yourself

And I'm hip about hepes, that's why I don't ride without a helmet

'Cause hoes'll have you pissin' out peppers

When Yayo hit the bricks, he ran and got the six

With the bulletproof coat, size 22 kicks

I'm plannin' new trips cause my money do flips

In and out of menages my honey screw chicks

I got a couple haters, a hundred new bricks

They babblin' and leashin' everyone of you chicks

Aye yo, all you missin' is the switch

A pair of fake tits and the colorin' on your lips

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]

Yo I got the game mastered, my life is made

I'm like the big joker little joker, deuce of spade

Homie, mama used to dry clothes on the clothesline

Now the kid rich with his own clothesline

F po 9 I got hit at the board

So when my baby was born I couldn't cut the cord

I give a rapper two days just to live in my shoes

Feel my pain, my emotion, my tears, and jewels

I meet them chicks on the yacht while I'm takin' a cruise

All them chicks in the spot choppin' 62's

Yo I'm primetime like Superbowl halftime

You can catch me off shores with a diva or dime

Got the [?] on like Queens in 89

I pulverize a city along the racial line

Gangster, dawg, all I do praise the Lord

My ruger is rubber, I'm dangerous

I'm loosin' for rubber come on

[Chorus: Big Tyga]

Y'all tryna stunt

Yo money, come on

Look all the jewelery in here

We cut the AC on

Little frigid in here

With a, all in sight

It's Big Tyga together with Banks

And you know we nice

It's going down [?]

June 29th, the album in stores

Yes it's called Hunger for More

G-Unit, Big Tyga, Basement booth for sure

We gonna keep it going

Yo Banks, give me more

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Aye yo, The Mixtape Champion and I rap the city

Now I'm on T.V more than Janet Jackson's titties

You put a lot hard work in, that's a pity

So if you got somethin' to say, fax it to me

I got G-Unit dickies, G-Unit velours, G-Unit tank tops, G-Unit draws

Now this product movin' out to G-Unit stores

And the indoor pool, got a G-Unit floor

When you hot they like to screw you

But remember, I got more control over your life than you do

I send 'em, redheads all up in ya denim

Everybody got a vest so I'm aimin' for ya lemon

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]

The 'T' stands for Terrible the 'O' stands for Only

Add 'N'Y' and it'll spell out Tony

Don't fuck me homey

Yo I never been a stocky cat

Bend you for your cigarettes and turn into a party pack

I hardly rap in battles in wrote...