Lyrics:
[Pre-Hook:]
Lion movin in the back
I will never switch off
„Can you pls take it back“
[Hook:]
We gon we gon take it over
Talk talk it im focused
We
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put
even know what to do with that
Heard a nigga slap you, you ain't do it back
Niggas slide on this block, we shootin' back
Big bitch like I play for
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
to come out
If they don't know it yet then they're bout to find out
All you niggas sleepin' on us bout to see us all rise
Yeah
I told my niggas we gon be
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
[50 Cent]
G-Unit!
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
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,
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
fin, you niggas be jakin
round Niggas think they ahead, but pillow talkin
Glock like Lloyd and lay it down real members know a real thing by staying down
Is a quarter pass nine
I dey give them vibes on vibes
Shawty get big ikebe
Wey dey make they boys
Want crash land
I know it , you know it
I no be
The boy dripping soy in
Some corduroys singing Lloyd
Steady buying boof by the ounce
Still kicking it on momma couch
Musically a genius I don’t
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
grams in the fuckin' spliff
Call it what you want I'm a zombie bitch I'm off this shit
Yo prada never gonna pile up
If you can't follow this game,
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
of the U.S.A.
Kickin in gifts to the trickers and treaters
Kill em with kindness and gifts for the needy
Brinkman and Lloyd's or I'll drink it from toilets
attitude but I'ma flip if you don't give me room to move
(Lloyd Banks)
You can bet'cha bottom dollar, if there's ever a room that I'm tied up in
The armor
{Olivia}
I make it hot
{Lloyd}
G-Unit
{Olivia}
I make it hot
{Lloyd}
Olivia, let's go
What's up ladies, I'm back baby
The boy
{Olivia}
I make it hot
{Lloyd}
G-Unit
{Olivia}
I make it hot
{Lloyd}
Olivia, let's go
What's up ladies, I'm back baby
The boy
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
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