Lyrics:
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
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
fingers
Grip, reality start to slip
(?)
Exact same of a huge hit (?)
The kind of vapors
Vapors...vapors...vapors
[Chorus: ]
That Pharcyde crew
Life seems like it will pass me by
I just wanna be stuck in the clouds
All around me, vapors 'round me
City's so small from here
Life will pass me
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,
thinking
We don't know anyting'
We're just finding
Our way and it's menacing
You see we got told
Everyting' a everyting'
By a human who's the same
What do
Among the cargo she laden down
And at London's Lloyd's
They insured those boys
Valued at fifteen thousand pounds
They steamed away
For Vahsel Bay
For
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
I dream of Jeannie with the light brown hair
Borne, like a vapor, on the summer air
I see her tripping where the bright streams play
Happy
ORGAN, HOHNOR D-6 CLAVINET, MINIMOOG (SOLO), FENDER RHODES, ARP SOLINAS & MRS. POLYMOOG: Bobby Sparks II
HORNS ARRANGED BY: Lloyd Barry
Shorty from the west side
Nor go lie
How you
On my mind
Five two
Fine too
Like Lloyd say
What you say baby
We could fly away
(What you say what you
Frightened by struggle
A case of writer's block, I thought it'd help
Lighten my stumble
Close my eyes and shine the world as someone else
Somedays,
take me to court
I got NFA cos I'm white and I know how to talk
You put packs up your bum and try discredit fraud
It's not by force, I took L's from F
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
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,
peace in your fate
It's the sick kid, they're finally saying lloyd's it
Let me kick shit like my foots in ya toilet
With the wicked flow to make the sluts
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
catch me
Entangling my life
Catalyzed by
Nitrous Oxide
And I'm tempted to chase her
Through dubious vapors
She can tell me whats thrilling
And all
Yeah, this somethin' special why'know, somethin' epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
'Cause a nigga thuggin' don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile
This song is a derivative of Child Ballad 44, with a tune by
A. L. Lloyd. It was recorded by John Roberts & Tony Barrand on
Dark Ships in the Forest,
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound
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
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