Lyrics:
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
so old
Been around longer than it takes Lloyd to write new episodes
Some people stand by but I won’t hide my reply’s
Some bitch ass little kid who
about helping each other
Day by day
For if not
I ask you this
What are we standing for
If we let the innocent fall
They trust in us
When their backs
gone
Life stops unless you count the foxes or the night watch
I'm on Lime Street, stuck as I stare up at the Lloyd's
Innards on display, shadows dance in
your robes of red
I'll come tomorrow at this same time
And have you in me bed
Crying . . .
Away away you coal black smith
Would you do me this wrong
For
, move with u
I wanna ride
Your the type that just don't care
If its you I want
Then I'm gonna come and get you
And see what's really good with you
Hardcore and beast, but the fake destroyed
The infrastructure of the group, I was blaming Lloyd
But poor leadership on my end messed it up
Couldn't move it
let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all
and faint, aye
I just poured me up a pint of that purple
I don't like red
You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye
Red white chalk, some niggas in
DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER
CH#1
I'm just here to tell you what you don't want to hear I'm just the messenger - Don't Kill The Messenger I'm just trying
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
the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in
(The Queen!)
The Queen of Soul
Yeah, we gonna keep it classy
Young Lloyd
Miss Patti, what up? I see you baby
Won't you lay it down
Lay your head
Welcome, welcome
Life is what you make it
[VERSE 1] {Ness}
Hit the bricks chicks like, 'Damn where you been Lloyd''
Locked up with a bad case
to shoulder, side by side
The weight wasn't the world on our shoulders
It sure wasn't to get a degree
Was getting the girl you'd get over
And that boss fight we
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homie on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gangsta, save your
Crew, before I put
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus]
Whenever I'm not around, and you feeling down
Let the thought of me
(god damn)
I won't hesitate to put a knife
Or a slug in you and watch you bleed out
That little bit of thug in you
You don't want to bump heads with me
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
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 tripped
Lloyd's of London will be loaded when they go
We will all fry together when we fry
We'll be French fried potatoes by and by
There will be no more misery
I don't even know if my voice could even
Give enough justice to what
You're about to hear right now
But I know you pree the title
So we're gonna get
nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin' hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad
Woodrow Wilson has his fourteen points
But Clemenceau turns to Lloyd George
And says "You know that
God himself had only ten"
Today I'm carried by a league
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