Lyrics:
Disappointing the critics then disappearing to quit and split
Back to my secret lair protected by a dozen walls
With egos inside of egos nested like Russian dolls
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
judge,
see i can tell by ya gut,
if you have babies a lil' bit too much,
(and..) say i fuck her play little trickss in tha night,
fell in love every since
[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
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
to God i pray for peace
But the streets crazy, you gotta keep a piece
That's the only way for peace of mind
So it's back to the grind, looking for
going down
In the motha fuckin' city
[Chorus]
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I don't want
tone)
Sorry you didn't reach me this da answer machine
Sorry I'm not by the phone (I'm not by the phone)
But ya know that I'm gone call ya when I get
wanna do
I'll take your mind off whatever you going through
Just sit back and relax to the sound of the sax, I'm hood
But that don't mean I ride around
Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho
I'm still in
If you wanna roll we can roll it up
If you wanna smoke we can smoke wherever
We can go just where you want
Baby I just wanna ride with ya
If you
they'll be back to dump on you
They follow orders, I tell 'em to let off that pump at you
Before you snitch, yeah see I know what you chumps'll do
Sunny
smell
I been alone forever it ain't shit to tell
Pulled up bout a murder in the 6ix I ain't got shit to tell
But if u want that weight it's for the low
a fited hat, i aint bout to spend a dime unless i get it back, now u
monkey niggaz tell me how real iz dat
[Chorus]
[Big Gee]
we gonna roll down peacetry
We're on a mission
Dissin' all of the opposition
MCs, it's my butt you're kissin'
Because I desire
Yo, wait a minute, chill, I want ya all
to step to her
And I really want the best of her
But can I get the rest of her?"
So he told me "Lloyd don't sweat it."
And I said "You're right. Forget it."
y'all niggas want to stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year, in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small country
hoo hoo); she don't love you, too
Well, she went out with Lloyd late one Friday night
Yeah, they went skunk huntin' by the pale moon light
Lloyd, he
she took a bag of flour in the face
You want street credibility instead of I'ma sting you
C'mon Ja you put a fuckin crackhead on your single
What
Yeah, this something special ya know, something epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thugging don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you smile
2013 I had an idea
Stop looking for labels and take back my career
Start performing with confidence, never rapping in fear
So I started a business,
dope, though? We got boy, boy
But watch your back: from the cops' boy, boy
Cause they paper? They want to stop boy, boy
Aiyoo, I heard you out there
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too
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,
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