Lyrics:
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
"Oh, I have here a record by Michael Blessing."
Thank you very much..thank you very much Lloyd. Lloyd and Clyde.
Let's go, huh?
Glad to be here,
tryna survive, Everyday niggas feeling deprived,
Black Man in America, I see the Pain in yo eyes,
I know You niggas been Tied, But they'll never be
bullets ricocheted
Yea you shoulda got robbed
But grandmamma went to pray
Yea you shoulda got hit by
That truck on the road
Ain't no luck when you stuck
his boy-hood ambition by becoming coroner.
moderate laughter
The rest of you can look it up when you get home. in addition to writing he indulged in
doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Lloyd Banks ]
When
right hand man!
By a ruthless surface right! And reversed into a flaming gas can!
Flames are spreading! Vanity says, “This is our curtain call!”
I curl
Act like they did something
Ain't never did shit for me
[Lloyd:]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice
{written by Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott and Brian McLeod}
{additional vocal by Larry Graham}
Everyday is a winding road, is a winding road, is
going off
There's nothing left for discussing
Keep the champagne and the flowers by the dozen
You're so used to having your way
Now I just wanna run
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
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
bigger everyday bigger everyday
No limitations we've taken over
We're getting bigger everyday ey ey ey eyyyy
I function by His grace winning all the way
Jesse and You (Is that what best friends do?) Words by Lloyd Tosoff
Music by Lloyd and Ted Tosoff
It’s out on the street
All over this
ass keep going hard
I do this shit for Lloyd nigga
I dropped Lost Mentality 1 then I dropped Lost Mentality 2
Then I'm going me vs me it ain't never
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
unashamed
And Christ is the reason?
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday, we do it everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday, we do it everyday
Everyday
Everyday
Everyday, we
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
It could be (It could be, it could be everyday)
Everyday (It could be wonderful)
Everyday, it could be (It could be)
It could be wonderful (It could
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
Everyday everyday everyday everyday I pray
For Your grace, for your grace
Everyday everyday everyday everyday I pray
For Your grace, for your grace
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
down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These
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
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