Lyrics:
coke... WE GON SELL DOPE
Ain't no money sellin' dope... WE GON SELL X
And if niggaz won't by the X... WE GON SELL TECS
(Lloyd Banks)
My advice for
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!Uh
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar
sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than grandmothers
I wake
fatal, what drug paper do
straight duct tapin', apin' a few
takin' Mo' and Henny straight and things loose
puffin' the fruits, thug in a duece
flaggin',
Hi there!
Some people say it with flowers
Some people say it at Lloyd's
But you don't find many tryin' to say it with humanoids
Well,
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
he was pretty fukin' safe, not you're average razz clown
he had something sweating in his greasy fukin' paw
but it was made of paper, it didn't smell
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Terrell said our mans a full back for the Raiders.
A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers.
Its easy to get the pussy, just dont fall in
sprayin up the wall like graffiti artist
Some niggaz by the bootleg but go and cop the real shit
'Cause the fans love us I'm nicer than grandmothers
I wake
Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders
A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
the Raiders
A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and
Wind up in the papers
It's easy to get the pussy
Just don't fall in love
Next thing you know I'm hugged up
With
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
the Camp Phire is here
Started off with a couple of my high school friends
Chris Lloyd, Scenario, and Cheeze, my new men
To take over the industry with a hot
a sped ed kid, I'm gettin' all this paper
(uh huh) you should sit
Scibble lines and see where it take ya
Had violent tendencies
So they thought I was dumb
i lay in tha floor, burried inside, cause every rapper aint a star and every plaid aint burberry, you cant tame Lloyd, im smokin by tha big screen,
the strays (yeah)
Everything ain't all gravy, baby, niggas subject to change (uh-huh)
And it gotta be the paper, 'cause niggas is actin' strange (uh-huh,
What is your freedom?
Put ourselves in a prison
To realise its prison
She said that she ain't respected
Theres so many isms
My man' dem hit walls
In
Now I got a bunch of paper I wanna spend
And I'ma grind, I'ma stack, and I'ma do it again, okay, okay
Lemme show you how
Lemme show you how
I can
The farmer Lloyd was planning to eat
Supper with his mother-in-law
And was sent out to the yard
By his wife to bring
Back a chicken Mike is alive
I'm
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
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