Lyrics:
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,
opinions and shit
I came in this game, you know and got in this music business to do what I do
To make music for the people to enjoy, for the world to love
The Uz'll have ya shakin in the club like the bruck up, What's Up
With these wannabe Lloyd Banks's, toy gangstas
We need to do a remix 'cause there's some
the truth like I'm Lloyd
Everyday wake up give thanks to the Lord
You live and you die by the sword
Hollow deliver him straight to the Lord
I hope you been
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The fiends up all night
[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
outta control
Is it a motherfucker in the D stopping us, no
From the rhymes, to the beats, even rocking the shows
Merch game going crazy, but who woulda
Lloyd Banks)
I wake up to my medicine, head throbbin', heart full of rage (yeah)
Feelin' dirty from haze, as strong as thirty grenades
When it comes
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
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
Mister
Or that game of Naked Twister
It was the time I Kissed Your Sister
Bill Lloyd (BMI) Bill Lloyd Music admin. BMGChrysalis
mind like Eve and Gwen,
Don't speak to him
He get offended by words,
And I send him a bird
Get them disturbed
While they got in they cars
And defending
Obviously we're not the same
We playing two different games
We stay on two separate lanes
So don't you merge in my way
Its just me and my girl like
ak-filled
Get your mouth blown off like
The hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the
Hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
like
"What up with you?"
Lance had a reputation that was well earned
Heard he taught niggas how them shells burn
Out there in Redfern at the dice game
He
unequaled
The view from her Point overwhelms revealing Pebble Beach
Where The Pro-Am convenes in a contest of technique
Travel down Scenic Ave for designs by
[Ruk:]
Ill Will...yeah yeah yo...Queensbridge niggas...crud love baby..
[Verse 1: Ruk]
Aiyo, I zone out
feelin' like I'm in Capone's house
starin'
I'll light up ya life
Pull up to the floor in a Ricky Hatton fight
I'ma champion baby, a little bit crazy
But crazy's unpredictable, and that's
fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought
INF3.
Life is like a game of Squash in twenty thousand episodes lasting since fifty years ago
Have you got your own Yonex gear my friend or do
both in Paris
I would have grabbed her by the waist and kissed her, but
We in the middle of whole foods, and those fools
Ain't supposed to beef, but
and start the business
Fuck the game on missionary I know my mission
Keep my backpack raps that's filled dynamite
I keep that shit on stand by, stand by
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