Lyrics:
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smokin by the big screen
You changin the channel looks like I'm playin
[Lloyd]
I've been all around the world before, but I know your the one for me
Just stay good you'll see
I don't want to have to run these streets no more
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
DJ Whoo Kid:Yea (?) Lloyd Banks 50 Cent G-Unit Here We Go you should be here wit me bitch, you should come and make me rich, girl you know girl you
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
If Your Aim is True
Words and Music By Lloyd Tosoff SOCAN/BMI
Verse 1
Pulled into a hotel bar
On the road to Saskatoon
It was a hot July ‘neath
I'm waiting
for you I'll love you down and that's what's up
I know what you want, I'm what you need pick up the
phone and hit me up girl come over I'm
soliders
Ride out
Yeayea i'm from the hood where the drop-outs
Is bangin' for the feelin
For houses wit' Tvs hangin' from the ceiling
(Lloyd Banks) we
Glocks
Nine Oh Four, that's the Mitchell Street block
And I'm still gone shine for my brother Lloyd Rock
Poured up off a four, smoking Optimo
Got love for
f-are-e-e
L and a 0 and a V and a E
That good for you and that good for
Man and woman in a relationship
You don't have love it cannot exist
So I insist that
and flossin
Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion
You sucker for love
Gettin married and get divorced then
Can't even afford the batteries
For your
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
call me by my government name
Her panties wet over fame
Fall in love with my chain
I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
Surrounding
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
'cause all I need is, just a touch of your love
(A little bit)
The spotlight on us ain't bright enough baby
Thinking bout you is driving me crazy
I
cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for
[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
instrumentals
Used to feel defeated now I'm steaming up a rental
With a B that look like Bey she tryna be the one into
I used to wonder if they'd love me
Now it's
you down wit me
Love it when you clown wit me
Even crack a smile wit me
Take them trips up outta town wit me
Never question by niggas
Just me and my
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
girl, Porno star
She's something like a super freak
Never seen her on tape before
But when she go low she's a pro-fes-sion-al
[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
Around
my ends
Never that I ride an mc I ain't got a benz
22's on
shit look clean
It's the aura not the money
Give me in them cheese
For being thug at 25 I
Well bae do you love me
Just like how I love you
I had my guard up took a minute to trust you
Took a minute to trust you
But I let you in now a nigga
my eyes with broken glass
While we bump the
Sonny era of From First To Last
Sound like Cher Lloyd
The way you say Want U Back
Bi-bi-bitch you're crazy
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