Lyrics:
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
to number one in the
Char, char, char, char, charts voted by the
People, eople, eople, eople, eople, eople of the record-buying publicoid
Programmed
[Baby Jay:]
Make way! there's a scholar in the house,
Boy Sway, UK, change dollars into pounds,
Lloyd's on the track, noise from the back,
When
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
her lease
Car or home wont nothin', come from Keith
Put it up for things that I could keep
Need it all back, I gotta eat
Had Nina stashed by the seats
ain't simp
Tom who I am with all the lives I have lived
Escaping d**** many times don't down me in the dirt
Little stitious with the words but hide me in
the clouds are turning gray
Hoping that these demons go away
[Verse 2: Aye Lloyd]
I'm rolling my L'
I'm lost in my mind
I'm smoking this pack trying
Calm n cool like lloyd banks
I stare u in the face shoutout to kobe he aint flinch
Niggaz want attention cuz deep down they all some snakes
Aint
All my faith in you is finally wearing out
It's the principle that's what I'm mad about
Are you even in love?
Or just scared of giving me up?
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
wit a A-Town bounce
Mix in all in together watch a hit drop out
See we started from the kitchen, from the bed
To the couch
Gave her forty five
Oh it's on me
Damn
I got y'all g "here I come hurry"
Yuhh
Oh Lloyd
You know what it is i'm going back at it i'm problematic not Simple mathematics
where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands that was
Screaming in the mall all in Arbor Place talm bout , come dick me down
We was high as fuck, geeked off the Zaza, we had to move around
Same hoe that told me
maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold.
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo.
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the Lloyd's
maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's
tellin where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands
the day the cupboards all ran bare
When every man in this hell turned every man for his self
Every man for his shelves, every man for his shells
And I got
to avoid disaster
There's nothin' you can do that's gonna block my punch
I'ma finish this fight by lunch
(With our main man Lloyd)
That's me. The city
They got the God in the buildin' J.R.
Park all of my car in the buildin' no superstar
Nigga I'm harder than the buildin'
The Carter the buildin'
Give
my thang
[ 50 Cent ]
Uh, yeah, my chain is so heavy (heavy), I think it's necessary (necessary)
For me to talk about all of the stones in my resi
See this
See this to believe
All I see is hate and “yuhh” underestimation “yuhh”
Ima put a end to it like an exclamation hating “yeaa yeaaa yeaaa”
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd met
we was gettin' too much money
Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on twenties
Too much connections to the streets, why'all niggaz doin' somethin'
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