Lyrics:
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
to shoulder, side by side
The weight wasn't the world on our shoulders
It sure wasn't to get a degree
Was getting the girl you'd get over
And that boss fight we
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
don’t squash the squabble
Take what Heath said as gospel
Give this God awful popple and swat to the twat waffle
Yo, Lloyd let me get up in this battle
Something that she will and won't know
Strapped and my dick, got a coat
Better when she ain't from the code
Long live Lloyd on bro
Taught me a bit
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
Just Call On Me
Better Yet Just Call On Us
It's Easy As A 1-2-3! (1-2-3)
[Verse 3: Lloyd]
No Doubt About It She's A Winner
Gotta Get It Gotta Get It
How
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
to think to have me maiden head
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty, coal black smith
livin' lovely
My girl gotta buddy
But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see
Me and the boy Lloyd
Redbone
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
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Haters useless like Toby
They say they can rap now show me
Slept on like a nap
My lifes a movie
Call it parent trap
I sing like I'm the map
My dog
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
check, nigga (yeah)
It's the play-offs, nigga
(Y'all mean) y'all niggas ain't think I could rap like that, huh?
I got Lloyd Banks with me, Blue
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
me the wrong number
She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
Think I'm'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
Your toes painted
[Lloyd Banks: Talking]
Yea 1, 2, 1, 2 allow me show you how I do
Shouts to jamiaca guy I brew
Ma nigga HP, he not like you
Man fuck your problems I
look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]
50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
These rap
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
like me
It's not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in
"Oh, I have here a record by Michael Blessing."
Thank you very much..thank you very much Lloyd. Lloyd and Clyde.
Let's go, huh?
Glad to be here,
tool (G-UNIT')
Nigga you don't know me, and I don't know you
You think you know my crew (G-UNIT')
I been a problem since the old days
Pimps and gold
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