Lyrics:
me, I'm better off just left alone
And I ain't even tryna go there with record sales
I'm just tryna keep it humble and respect myself
Say, "What
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate,
I'm just finna let my gun ball
Clocks ticking, let it run off
Got mob ties through bloodlines
House raided by one time
No case, couldn't prove shit
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
myself
I'm gonna do it all by myself
Mozart didn't need a little hack to chart
Warhol didn't need to ask De Kooning about art
Frank Lloyd Wright
the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die, 'cause you might, boy
Nigga, cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef
money
I keep it 100
Dats why you keep comin right back
[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at night
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you right
Just
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
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
out nigga
Thats my nigga right there
Yeait ain't a game no more
Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks
Same go for them nigga
Blow ya fuckin head off nigga g Unit klick
New York City
You are now rocking with the best
Lloyd Banks
G-Unit
We on fire
Up in here, it's burning hot
We on fire
Shorty take it off if
doin' my thang (haha)
I said I've been doin' my own thang
You can tell by my Benz, by my BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
[ Lloyd Banks ]
When
maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold
Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo
Twelve point five million, he kept his funds
In the Lloyd's
ass keep going hard
I do this shit for Lloyd nigga
I dropped Lost Mentality 1 then I dropped Lost Mentality 2
Then I'm going me vs me it ain't never
Andrew Lloyd Webber is doing the lights
It's twice a night for twenty-five nights
One more litle line, then everyone back to mine
Jesus in Vegas, taking
going off
There's nothing left for discussing
Keep the champagne and the flowers by the dozen
You're so used to having your way
Now I just wanna run
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
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
believe you'll be by my side?
Every night? (Oh-ah oh-ah oh-ay)
Yo, I been rapping since Allen Iverson skippin' practice
So many hooks on my records how
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
{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
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd met
when a nigga get blast off
The spot we'll get his cash off that after no mask off
Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone
Think somethin sweet I
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