Lyrics:
It's a major move right here, baby
You gotta get with it or getlose, you understand
Yeah (woo), it's Young Lloyd, reporting live from Atlanta,
se esquece
Pela simples razão de que tudo merece
Consideração
Considere, rapaz
A possibilidade de ir pro Japão
Num cargueiro do Lloyd
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em
(Lloyd Banks)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her
Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em
(Lloyd Banks)
I got a industry gangstress that argues and steams the reefer
And flip when I call her
Into:
(Luda) A-town connection..
Lloyd, Luda (check) turn it up make it knock, East, West, North, South, beat'n on down ya block (2x)
Verse 1:
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Trey pound's
hit it right
Den baby he useless
I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on,
Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on
[Chorus: Lloyd]
When
parking spot
Well boy, you got me fucked up
I got Yayo and I got sug's named Lloyd
I got the whole G-Unit and I got Young Buck
Got a fifty shot Glock
lent to me
Know that it was meant to be
To take over this industry
[Lloyd talkin:]
Yea
Its goin down
No more gettin left behind
Its time
[Lil Wayne: talking]
Lloyd I got you
Yeah
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok, Im Weezy baby
And I am from the south where we call all our women baby
Hey baby, hey
Act like they did something
Ain't never did shit for me
[Lloyd:]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice
girl, Porno star
She's something like a super freak
Never seen her on tape before
But when she go low she's a pro-fes-sion-al
[Verse-Lloyd Banks]
Around
soliders
Ride out
Yeayea i'm from the hood where the drop-outs
Is bangin' for the feelin
For houses wit' Tvs hangin' from the ceiling
(Lloyd Banks) we
maid cried no, lucky she was blind fold.
Naked wit, mad burn marks, all on her thighs yo.
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds in the Lloyd's
[Lloyd Banks: Chorus x2]
G-Unit (we 2nd time) makes the croud get live
So put on your A game
Crush the competition
Let the best man win
Coz its me
find
a way to make it simple, come over to you.
(Chorus)-Lloyd
All he do is make you cry,
baby all i want to do is love you one night want you
come
Lloyd broke down into tears
I reached out to hold him in my arms
Can't tell you how sorry I am
For stabbing you in the back
This town is going to
Eat
I don't have a choice
I'm sorry you jealous
Bank like Lloyd
Pack like lemons
Dead another rumor bringing bank to the teller
Even if I die tomorrow I
Good Lloyd
Why you put them on
Know you wrong
Nahh you’on feel me the bikini bottoms
Hol up
Hol up
Hol up
Damn girl you look good in them bikini
Jesse and You (Is that what best friends do?) Words by Lloyd Tosoff
Music by Lloyd and Ted Tosoff
It’s out on the street
All over this
that was lent to me
Know that it was meant to be
To take over this industry
[Lloyd talkin:]
Yea
Its goin down
Nomore gettin left behind
Its time
with the efforts of time you’d find that I’m doing damn fine!
*banging*
(LLOYD)
Yo Rico what are you doing here, man?
The sun went down like 3 hours
mind, yeah
A name that still survives
Dank Lloyd Wright
Architects they come, yeah
Architects they go
But materials finite
Grid
Grid
Grid
Grid
Hunger
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