Lyrics:
I am reminded at this point of a fellow I used to know who's name was henry, only to give you an idea of what an individualist he was he spelt it
DJ Whoo Kid:Yea (?) Lloyd Banks 50 Cent G-Unit Here We Go you should be here wit me bitch, you should come and make me rich, girl you know girl you
want to try
So shorty what you smoking on?
Marijuana's what I'm choking on
I don't care if you call me crazy
But street niggas getting mullah baby
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
beat yo' face up, if ain't no paystub by Friday, bitch
(I want my motherfucking check, nigga)
(You better quit playing with me) for real though
(I
your seat, cheers up if you want more again
The happiest days of my life been taken from me
Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up
I don't think
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
'cause I Cock My Shit,
i never doubted
Every move accounted
They look up to me like I'm mounted
You know i just want you down wit me
Love it when you clown wit me
Even
quarters to pilgrims; Thanksgiving
I ain't giving no slack, bitch I'm black
And the President ain't never been that
Shit I'm ridin' with Lloyd
He lookin'
crazy?
Man fuck friends, this T-dot-O-dot-S
Have it how you want, speed knot or pop chess
Police stompin niggaz by the twenty
And shootin by the fifty,
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
Oh, yeah, I agree with that...
ARTHUR: Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court
at Camelot?!
GUARD #1: But then of course African
and cum on her bikini bottoms
Listen here don’t play no games put in work like I’m expecting a wage In bikini bottoms
LJ oh Lloyd what you better say “hey”
(song)
Just want to turn you on
And rock you all night long, 'cause I, oh, I
(All around the world, girls, all around the world)
(This goes out
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
'cause I Cock My
on the edge
I like living on the edge, quite literally
I've been camped by the storm as shrubbery
You see me walking inside a dank shrubbery
I'm about to get
let a nigga see cuz they won’t let a nigga breath
Yea I caught the breeze by the trees now I’m hanging out with the king
Now it’s just us no peace you
Got Me Baby, You Got Me You Got Me mixed up with somebody else
John Simon Bill Lloyd
Bill Lloyd Fourel Songs administered by BMGChrysalis (BMI)
you know how I get down
I provide by any means to be
(I wanna be the reason you smile)
We done been through ups and downs, had drama for a while
I
where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands that was
Brrrrrrrr Pshhh
[Lloyd:]
All I really want is for you to back it up gon and put your weight on it
Cuz its all right, do what you wanna, make me believe it
to Area, if it's in the area
The Friday's young, try things my way, hun
Malibu ride, highway one
[Lloyd]
Nothing is too much, everything you touch
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
Ambicio ,why is you hatin and jealous at me for
You don't want this beef like a vegan ( like who )
That's word to Cindy and
A cup of that remy i keep it
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