Lyrics:
and bone
You're all by yourself, but you're not alone
You wanted in and now you're here
Driven by hate, consumed by fear
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
It's been such a bummer tryna let you go
Oh tryna let you go
Oh tryna let you go
But then we hit the dance floor
Fall in love again
DJ got
[Lloyd Banks]
eh yo come on my flow is insane
for you to win you need lucky charms and a leprechuan on a lil flip chain
my peace go as high as ya
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
hard (uh-huh)
Trust in God 'cause you's about to catch a bullet scar (yeah)
I give a fuck where you from, who you be with
Keep this a secret, right by
the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,
the city
Took her to Nobu
Calendar model, wanna date date date
Get her heart broke by the HBK
Spend in the mall like a damn Beyblade
You on the sideline,
that dick
If you ain't 'bout a train well fuck you bitch
But my boys gotta hit too
Bend over and get tattooed by the boy from the 7th floor crew
You came
south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, gang-ster
Yeah!
I come creepin through your hood in
Who that boy talking to
I know it ain't me, break him down stuff in a wood that's a coffin
Smoking on some green my caffeine you drink coffee
Hit him
the yard
Where they'd drink a toast to Seagram's
Seagram's never went down hard
Won't you wake up, Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of work today
We'll get Don to make
the yard
Where they’d drink a toast to Seagram’s
Seagram’s never went down hard
Won’t you wake up, Uncle Lloyd
Got a lot of work today
We’ll get Don to make
hand over the plastic
'Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your
Girls on the dance floor
Girls on the dance floor
Girls on the dance floor
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, see you chillin' by the bar (bar)
Why don't you grab
too late to ask shawty, who got hit with the iron gat
All up in his back
Like my man P said it's that unknown fact
But it's like that
The drama get
of call
But the seas were rough
And the ice was tough
And they were hit with frozen squalls
By January's Ides
They were two hundred miles
From their first
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
a hit out on you
Before I let my niggas come through
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, gangsta
Yeah
I come creepin' through your hood in
for your country."
"They're standing up, waiting to see if Maris is going to hit number 61"
"Godspeed, John Glenn."
"Happy birthday, Mr.
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