Lyrics:
the place, by your side I’ll be
You know you got it, you got it from me
Day one (best friend you my best friend)
Day one 3x (best friend you my best friend)
on water by the beach
Jesus, dreaming that's that drug talk
Nah he liable to run up on that plug talk
You know that semi get to waving with that slug talk
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
Yeah, we really get that load we want ten for it (go)
Yeah, we hopping out that bank and I ain't talking Lloyd (hmm)
All my diamonds really hit and you
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
on tracks wit Kwill and Kalais we win like a Mega Zoid
(When on tracks wit Kwill and Kalais)
I just be out of this world I do what i want like i surf
you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You want to work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin
you how I feel
They should hand cuff your big ass to the treadmill
You want to work out now, cause you know its gettin' hot
And your big ass fin
Impala, uh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want none, nigga betta run
When beef is on I'll pop that trunk
Come get some, pistol grip pump
If
Impala, uh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want none, nigga betta run
When beef is on I'll pop that trunk
Come get some, pistol grip pump
If
want me horny turn a trick and get my bricks off
I think I’m Big Meech Willie Lloyd Rick Ross y’all at the border OK hit me when the shit cross
They
lurk
Blood on my hands, I'm killing this verse
Pass it to Lloyd that nigga goin work
Watch how you step, right foot left
When you thinking of approaching
louder when you're silent
Got your eyes sayin' yes, your mouth sayin' more
Girl you like what I do, come here let me guide you
Oh, so take it off (take
[Lloyd Banks]
I need the cake nigga
G-Unit dont play
we rap but we strapped
Buck got the shotgun
50 got the mack
Spida got the streeper
and u bound
been missin' my feelin' feel void
She a freak, told her lay your head down like I'm Lloyd
I know how feelin' they count you
She giving lemon head
She got
with no cash
It's E for L till the day I'm gone, Lil Lloyd, you left me so fast
Yeah, emotions trippin', I'm out here so mad
Shawty just be leaving too
foes like molotov
I burst on the scene, my words are machines
to murder your team, you want dope? I'm serving the fiends
with blood curdling screams,
On the mosty cruel
Henry Hall and David Lloyd betty Grable too
Hello, this is John, speaking with his voice
(Huh) We're all very happy to be able
To talk to you
story, Lloyd
Hey world, yeah, I know it's been a while
Thought I'd come around to let you know what's up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up,
Oh, Oh g-G-G-G-G-G-Unit nigga haha
You say you're ready, you're not ready
We don't shoot no one-on-ones
Niggas'll clap you or rat pack you
Either
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
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
ain't about shit
I know you don't love me
[Lloyd Banks]
Uh-uh, yeah
You should thank the Lord if the ray gon' getcha
Cause the sawed-off'll microwave
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