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niggas)
Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta...to all my real niggas from Queensbridge,
from the grave, in a cage, or walkin' on stage doin' they thing gettin'

You Should Be Here

50 Cent

Greatest Street Hitz

be down on your knees tryna break me off, you should be dat bitch dat buy me shyt all the time, you should be my bottom bitch out on the grind Lloyd

it
This a beating heart
I'll cut her off
If she don't accept my demons in the dark
In her mind it's flashback to all these back shots
All I do is

(Lies)
I get to know who you are (I get to know who you are)
See all the similarities the most in common by far (The most in common by far)
Instinct will

Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
We're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here comes

Chocolate Cake

Crowded House

Rock the First, Vol. 10

1996

Warhol must be laughing in his grave

And the dogs are on the road
They're all tempting fate
Cars are shooting by
With no number plates
And here

Stuck in repetition
It's been buried in my mind, yeah
It's been buried in my mind, yeah
A name that still survives
Dank Lloyd Wright
Architects they come,

Bangers

The Alchemist

1st Infantry

2004

Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! I'm here nigga, Banks!!! G-G-G-G-G-G Unit!!!

Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
'Cause I'm the nigga they came here

the wall.
It was down by yonder spring where them little birds do sing
That I met him in the dew on a May morning."
From Folk Song in England, Lloyd
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Eye for Eye

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy [Clean]

2003

another niggas dun-dun,
We all know friendships turn sour when you getting it,
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit,
Smilin'

Grace “The Remix”
lyrics by Tamara Lloyd
Produced by Michael Loyd
 Verse 1
In eternity past you thought about me
Knowing that I would be lost still

cooler
I don’t need no help
Never fucked with no tutors
Talking all that head
Throw me in your medulla
T-Raww I’m stepping out
Bail money I’m handing out
I

Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by

I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy

cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcome's nice
like seven

I'm broke in broken Britain
And there's nothing left for me
Yeah they've taken all my money
And they sent it on overseas
I'm broke in broken Britain

Get that latency up, y'all fuckin' dafty, dafty, dafty
Shimmy shimmy ya baby give me what you got
The rhythm in my noggin like the tickin' of a clock

day cold winter nights
I spring to the money and I fall on a height
I lay on a cloud with my girl by my side 
Playin that Lloyd and it feels so right

singing like Lloyd
Like an island girl all st. Croix
Her heart in it lovin on the boy
Don't wanna be played ain't no toy
Lie to her she get annoyed
Ride

genie in a bottle
It gave bitch its Lloyd Mu-
Like bitch it gave bitch the best and
It ain't up for no debate
Bitch it gave whole snack
Now he want it

She see me but she playing hard to get
Friends pressed
Get more attention so they upset
Not the type to be in public thirst trappin all on the net

Lloyd Boyd was conspiranoid
Barking chemtrails in the skies
Claiming Bill Gates had put microchips
In all the chicken pot pies

Launching

(Chyea)
All I got left are these pictures and memories
Flowers by the headstones, family at cemeteries
Beats in my headphones, music my therapy
Find

George Lucas, let's do this
A long long long time ago this happened y'all just stupid
Frame by frame for you lames
What? you wanna fight?
You saw it in

is Death Before Dishonor
We live or die by that code
4th generation survivors of civil war in the snow
We're the men, women and children from the city